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The next day
>The town of Oatasis was quiet that day. The wind blew up a sand storm as tumbleweeds flew down the street.
>A lone figure in the distance approaches the small town like an enigma. 
>This pony carried a satchel, and was wearing a cloak over themselves as the mysterious figure walked through the street.
>The pony walks up to the sheriff’s office where the deputy was sitting inside. “What can I do for ya?”
>The pony spoke, her voice gentle “I heard there was a human here by the name of Anon?”
>The deputy sighed with a heavy heart, “Come with me.”
>He leads the pony to the cemetery where a huge tombstone was adorned with flowers. “Quite a story too. This fella took it upon himself to get rid of Queen Chrysalis. Course his boy was taken to the Royal Canterlot Cemetery where he will be praised as a hero who sacrificed himself to defeat the hive.”
>”You don’t say...” 
>As the pony turned and started to walk away, the deputy stopped her, “Did you know Anon?”
>Pulling down the hood, she turned to look at the deputy. An eye patch on her left eye, and her face covered in scars and other markings. Her aquamarine coloured coat and horn come into full view.
>”He was a friend once.” Was all she said.
>As the aquamarine coloured pony walked down the street, she felt the orb stir.
>It was ready...
>”Time to find another playmate...” she whispered to herself.
>She walks off into the windy desert as a storm brewed over the horizon.