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                    My little turnabout                    
                   -by tornadoponypower-                   
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                          prologe                          
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prologe
Rain fell in sheets, soaking the seemingly evergreen landscape. Two figures stand under the forests canopy of swamp like trees. “so tell me, why did you drag me all the way to the everfree forest, then its experiencing a natural STORM no less, to tell me about the modified race rules!?!”screamed the figure on the left . “because,” said the the figure on the right “no one can hear us.” suddenly the figure on the right pulled out a knife and swung it at the other figure. He tried to doge but was to slow. The knife hit him in the wing, and he fell to the ground. He screamed as loud as he could, hoping to celestia that someone would hear him. The figure took another swipe, this time at the throat, but only laned half on.
But still,it was enough to kill him. He coughed, gasping for breath. He though of his love, and how he got a ring, just like her, that he was going to propose with. He used the last of  his strength to wight her nickname with his blood.
dashie