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// Ebo Plagius' final words 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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Starswirl's notes: Many pages from the journal seem to be missing, torn out by the looks of it. From scraps of paper I'm finding here and there it seems like those pages might have contained a possible cure for whatever this Pox of Purpose is.



And so it would seem the student, has in the grand tradition of our trade, become the master. I can't help but feel a strange mixture of pride and betrayal. It hurts to breath... ashen drake root. You sneaky bastard. How you managed to smuggle ashen drake root out of Negra Beliza, let alone grind it into my tea. I suppose I made my first mistake in developing a predictable schedule. My second was in believing that I could trust my own son. I of all ponies should know just how untrustworthy my bloodline is. My only consolations in death, as the drake root petrifies my innards, are that the fool of a king is dead, and that you'll be a greater alchemist than I ever was. And with my dying words, I pray only that you too will someday know this strange mixture of emotions I have known. Good luck Bubo. May you find favor with Lo



Starswirl's notes: He never finished that sentence. And honestly, I don't feel he deserved too. There are strange happenings in Negra Beliza. Conspiracies and murder plots and talks of genocide. When I attend the meeting of the tribes, I will have to bring all this to the attention of the Chancellor and Commander.