This story is a sequel to Prototype: the kind evolve

It has been 9 years since I was torn away from Equestria and I still thank about it. I told Alex and James but they didn’t listen. I now command my team after my CO was killed. I led armies into battle and fought hundreds alone. But I found something I can’t do. For fuck sake, I don’t even have a heart or brain.

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This will be a shorter story until I finish dishonored magic. Sorry if I inconvenienced you.