1~Prolouge

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The girl sat high over the gleaming coppery withers of her horse as they galloped tackless across the flower filled meadow on a beautiful sunny day. Wind rushed through her long, wavy hair, entwining it with the classic palomino mane of her stallion. His coat shone as brightly as the stars, golden as the sun as his hooves thundered strongly across the ground at a breathtaking pace while the girls light figure seemed to effortlessly stay in place. There was a shadowed woodland in the background and white puffs of clouds in the pure blue sky above. Then suddenly, the silence was interrupted,
"AND CUT, THAT'S A WRAP!"

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