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Deathangl
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Portal: Part 2

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My first reaction after assuming that it was the horse talking to me was to feel my head for blood. I said to myself, "If I'm hearing horses talking to me, I must have hit my head really hard. Yah, I probably got knocked out in the crash and I'm dreaming."

Then a thought came to me. "Excuse me, horse. What was that you said?" chuckling to myself at the fact I was talking to a horse. "My name is Twilight, and for your information I'm not a horse. I'm a unicorn," said Twilight in a slightly rude voice.

"If you're a unicorn, where's you're horn? I can't see it," I said, matching the horse's rudeness with every syllable. "You look like a regular horse to me, other than the fact that you're abnormally white."

"Me! Abnormal! Humph!" said the horse. "Quit avoiding the question! What about your horn!?" I said. "Alright, alright!" said Twilight angrily, "No need to be so pushy! It's just so bright!"

A snappy retort was on the tip of my tongue when a bright light suddenly appeared. Shielding my eyes I turned away. "Put away that flashlight, you stupid horse!" I yelled. "It'll be gone in a second, geez!" retorted Twilight snappily.

And as if her words held some form of verbal magic, the light vanished. I turned around and immediatly my jaw dropped in awe as I gazed upon the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen.

 

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