
the spell-breaker
a psychopath from a earth that has no magic comes to equestria. blood will be spilled.
hi, my name is…. uhhhhh…. it doesn't really matter. just call me what all the others call me: spell-breaker. cool huh? but seriously, it doesn't really matter. i'm still a statue. sitting there, watching life pass you by, it isn't fun. i think the only fun i've had for a while was when discord got out. and that was only for a few hours. but i'm getting on a tangent. why hasn't my time come, you ask? well it's simple. those little shit's out there that rule the world decided that i shouldn't be alive, but couldn't kill me, so aside from stoning me, they also put my statue deep down in a vault. and admittedly, not even discord knows where i am.
so yeah. my life is pretty boring.
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