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On a deserted island, the last alicorn sits beneath the trees. Tears run down her cheeks, and the air is polluted by the smell of burnt hair and flesh. Not too far away, the charred remains of a unicorn lay motionless on the grass, still smoking slightly after being set ablaze.
As the alicorn sobs, her one companion, Snowdrop, sits quietly in the grass. She too has shed tears, but now as the wind stirs, she rises on her four legs, walking slowly over to her friend and gently placing her paw on her shoulder. The alicorn looks at her, fresh tears welling up in her eyes and running down her already damp cheeks.
"Come on. We can't stay here."