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Lament of a princessThe sky was bright orange. The sun had been setting for the past few minutes now and it's fading light was creating a spectacular scene. A grassy hill, in the middle of a beautiful flower-filled field. Atop the hill, a single oak tree, probably a hundred years old.Lament of a princess in Short Stories
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But it was next to the tree where the truly important sight was. It was a stone. Old and worn, with etchings on one side. As the sun's light began to dim, a figure approached the stone. An alicorn, with dark blue fur and a mane that contained the very night sky.
She approached the stone and gently sat down. Her gaze never left the etchings, which had been partly obscured by moss and ivy. Carefully, making sure not to damage thje stone, she used her hoof to brush the plants away, revealing the markings more clearly. As she looked upon them, her expression, which until then had been fairly stoic, eventually began to morph into one of pain. Her eyes shut tightly as they began to well up.
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