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>The ill looking mare came back to her home, she had >not fought any battles, nor would she. She had taken >sick at her stay, waiting to fight, fever ran through >her body, weakness ran through her mind, it had taken >Glory so long to just get back here. She made her way >to the stream, weary pistons shaking every so often, >causing her to loose her balance and stumble. Anyone >who knew Glory knew this was not her normal self, >Glory was one who carried herself with grace and >dignity, now she was reduced to this. She had made her >way under a shade tree and went to the ground, unable >to get up again, she just lay there now, those >piercing blue eyes shimmering with wetness. She needed >to be strong now more than ever so she could see >tommorow, maybe, if she was lucky, she would see the >day after that...weary eyes close, breathing sounds >harsh as she falls into a fretfull sleep. "tired, >so....tired" weak vocals came forth.

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