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CE: I'll Never Let You GoLocation: Warfang. Time: Night.
Atop a tall skyscraper stood, a beautiful, young black dragoness named Cynder who was looking out into the vast cityscape of Warfang, with her face expressfully morose. It had been two months since both she and Spyro, a young purple dragon, had defeated the diabolical dragon, Malefor and saved their planet from his destruction. As Cynder approached the edge of the building however, other, more dolorous thoughts currently occupied her mind. They all involved how Malefor forced her into serving as one of his generals, along with all the devastation she brought to many under his iron-fisted control. All this brought her misery and shame for doing them, for she dreaded those moments. Alas, yesterday, she encountered a group of dragons who assaulted her with insults, including:
"You don't belong here, traitor!"
"Why don't you do us all a favor and kill yourself?!?!"
All these terrible verbal assaults had
MLP Fanfic PreviewThrough Dragon Eyes
[Location: Ponyville, Library. Time of Day: Late morning.]
[Within one section of the quiet Library, Twilight Sparkle was currently looking through the massive shelves searching for a book she needed for research. Suddenly the sounds of rapid knocking came from the front door, prompting Twilight to interrupt her search and focus her attention toward it.]
TWILIGHT SPARKLE: Hmm. I wonder who that could be.
[As the purple unicorn approached the door, she heard the rapid knocking sound from the door again. She sighed in annoyance.]
TWILIGHT SPARKLE: I'm coming, I'm coming!
[She then stopped within a foot length from the door and opened it with her magic. What she saw outside surprised her, for there at the front door was Fluttershy's pet bunny, Angel, his face filled with anxiety and worry. In his little paws was a rolled up piece of parchment.]
TWILIGHT SPARKLE: Angel?
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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