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// (4) A Few Years Later... 
// Story: The Phoenix 
// by Script Singer 
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For Celestia, the years that passed without Philomena at her side felt suddenly dull and void of anything interesting. Often the only thing that would occupy her was the thoughts of new places to search for her lost friend; so many times she went out to search for her. But Philomena would simply hide under tree leaves or inside a tree with something covering the entrance.

Such was the case a few weeks later; Philomena was napping on a tree branch when she heard somepony in the bushes. She hastened to fly into the tree’s trunk, a frown on her beak as she listened intently. The voice, however, came as something of a shock to her; it wasn't Celestia’s, but rather it was Luna’s. 

"What is she doing here...?" Philomena thought.