The prophecy

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A Villain shall rise, a heart of stone and soul as black as the night
Beware of him, he will steal the throne spreading negativity as he goes. The heart will be gone, ponies will gain fear.
But as all hope seems lost. Two shall rise. One riding in wings and a horn, the other, as brave as a knight. A bond thicker than any crystal. Overthrow him they could, overthrow they shall try. With hearts of bravery and minds as keen as a cat.

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