The streets of Ponyville were always empty this time of night, or, well, they're supposed to be. No pony knows when exactly he came and even fewer know when he'll leave, they call him Shadow Mane, if only so the guards working to catch him know who they're talking about. Perhaps it would have been better if I never knew it, innocence is bliss after all.

I will never forget that night, even if I fail to clearly remember it. The way his mouth explored mine, the rough cobblestone pressed into my back, the fear. I lost something that night in that dark alley and gained something too. I'll never get it back, I'll never be rid of it either.

"Such a delicate flower. Weep, flower. Weep for your Angel."

I'll never be whole again.

"Weep for your Death."

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Back at my house, I went into my bathroom and threw my sweater into the trash, wishing to forget the memory of last night. I turned on the shower, but before I got in, I stared at myself in the mirror. I saw my reflection take the form of a shadow pony with blood-red eyes and sharp teeth. I let out a scream and jumped back in fear.

I ended up hitting my head against the wall causing me to cry out in pain. I rubbed my head as I let out a groan. I opened my eyes as I looked at the mirror once more, finding my normal reflection. I shook my head as I just climbed into the shower, but at the corner of my eye, I could still see the haunting creature.

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