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// Prologue 
// Story: The Black Fog 
// by mlprules537 
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	It was 4:00 am at the edge of Equestria. It was completely quiet. Nothing stirred except for the wind whispering through the grass. Fog lay thickly over the field that stretched away from the Equestrian border, but this fog was no ordinary fog. It was black. Blacker than the sky above it. The fog floated and in one smooth movement bundled itself into one point over the field and turned into a pegasus. He had a presence in the field, the kind that would make you shiver despite the warm air. The pegasus's eyes glittered coldly as he gazed around. His inspection of the field finally stopped, and he said to himself.

"Yes, this is the place......" His voice sounded like flint rubbing over ice, and when he stared at you your skin would prick and you'd wish you were anywhere but there.

"This is the perfect place to find more slaves," he muttered. When he said the word "slaves" a scowl of satisfaction fixed itself on his face.