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                      Alternate Fates                      
                      -by Pale Storm-                      
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                         Prologue                          
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Prologue
Alternate Fates
Prologue: A redeemer is made
I was a normal everyday person. I got up, I went to work, and I went home. My life was as simple as humanly possible.
Then I discovered ponies. I watched the show. I read fanfics. This is where my story really begins. Fanfics. In due time, this word would mean much to me.
I had just got home from work, and I had gotten on the computer to read some fanfics. I had wondered whether to read a certain fanfic or not, since it had caused quite a commotion when it was published. I had made up my mind to read the fanfic to see what the problem was and why people thought it was so horrible. It was time to read ‘Cupcakes’.
The farther I read, the more I wished I hadn’t heard about it all. It was so gory and evil. In the end, I had a thirst to condemn. But that wasn’t the only one that irked me this way. Rainbow Factory, Sweet Apple Massacre, Experiments of Twilight Sparkle, they all made me want to kill.
Then it hit me. Legend has it that there is an ancient temple far in the woods that grants a person abilities at will. My mind was made up. I would find this temple and use newfound powers to save those who were killed, and kill those who killed.
It took about half an hour just to find the ruins of the temple’s village. Finding the temple itself was a completely different search. After a while, though, I found what I was looking for.
When I entered the temple, the first thing I got hit with was the smell. The temple was so old; it had a good thick layer of moss hanging from the walls. As I approached the altar, the smell got stronger, and when the altar came into view, I understood why. In the center of the altar stood a rotting head. Suddenly, that head spoke to me. It said, “I am the great spirit of all dimensions. I serve only the righteous, and it seems you have come here for a righteous reason. Why have you come to consult me?”
“I wish to save. I wish to travel in between pages and stop all evil.” I said.
“Your request will be granted. Carry out your righteousness.” said the head.
At that moment, I went home, went on the internet, and pulled up ‘Sweet Apple Massacre’.
Time to change history, I thought as I touched the screen.