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Date Posted: 22:48:09 12/06/03 Sat
Author: Elven
Subject: .:Princess in Hiding:.
In reply to: SHAZAAM 's message, "(.absolution is the key, and my guiding light.)--everyone/all--returning" on 21:32:02 12/04/03 Thu

Perhaps everything wasn't peachy keen in Neverneverland after all. The uncertainty behind his presence here bothered the mare, becoming a niggling worm that tickled the back of her mind. But what could she do about it? Staying close was the only option. Feathered hooves carried her closer to the stallion, heavy ebonite thumping hollowly on the packed earth. She halted half a body's length away, her head high and her neck arched.

.:I was born here:. she replied simply, refusing to elaborate any further. Her royal heritage was not something she flaunted, nor cared to share with anyone. Why would they care? She wasn't in the running for the crown and more than likely never would be so to her people, she was just like every one of them. Ah, now to continue onward with the pleasantries. What to say...what to say.

.:Where is your birthplace?:. she asked lamely, silently cursing herself for her ineptitude.

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[> .sanity is the madness preferred by the majority. -- .the.sandman., 23:37:01 12/06/03 Sat [1]

.there was nothing else he could do.it was time to invite the inevitable.though his past was hard to dicuss, perhaps it was time to dicuss it.failure to do so could result only in doubt from others.
"I come from a land that was once peaceful. It was a utopia, and there was no evil...until one day. My half-brother murdered our father, the King. I fought and killed him, having witnessed it. The death of my father was pinned on me. I ran as far away as I could...ending up here..."

.having hardly explained, he felt that he had said enough.

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