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Candy looked towards the statue. “There is..a story, in my country. It tells, of a young mare. She was beautiful, yet quite heartless. One day, she met a young stallion. And he gave her a heart. They loved each other, but, he revealed his true identity. That was death. He had to leave her, no matter how hard she pleaded. But he promised. He promised her, that when she needed him most, he would be there. He would meet her, under the cherry blossom. And he dissapeared. He didnt come back for a long time, as she patiently waited for him, her lost love. Many times, she thought she’d see him. But she never did. One day..her village was ravaged by warriors. Her village burning, her people dead, she rushed to the cherry tree. But she had been shot. As she stumbled forward, she called his name. She called his name, through tears, as her sight went blurry. And finally, he came. But he was too late. She was gone. And he was left. Sobbing, he held her close. Trying desperately to revive her, as the cherry blossoms fell over them. But he was death. He could not do anything. It started to rain, as he realised, he could do nothing. As he sat beneath the cherry blossom, he made her a promise. “I will hold you. Forever” As tears streamed down his face, he used his power, to be with her. As his body turned to stone, his tears stopping, and the sky cleared. And when the villagers came to the hill, they found them. Forever together, in body..and soul.” Candy looks at you, smiling through tears. Someday, I hope to have a pony who will o that. Will die, for me.