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I told my ma I'd be something So something was what I went to find. And I tried to be an artist But failed to draw the line. So I posed to be a wise man Yet I never had the mind. Then I rose to become a leader Only to be sold by my own kind. All my life I've been trying. To fight back. To take what was mine. But I never had the strength. I was the one who fell behind. I thought I had done it all Fallen from every last vine. But one day I tried doing nothing And that I did just fine.

"Wake up. Its time," rumbled a deep voice in Silver Stone's ear. Excitedly, the young, silver-coated colt tumbled out of his old cot in the back of the armory, bumping headfirst into Iron Heart in the process. Sliver looked up at the master armor-smith and grinned, barely able to contain his enthusiasm. "Is Midwife Bottle already here?" Sliver asked, his bright purple eyes searching the foundry as if the Midwife would be hiding behind the glowing smelt or an armor rack. Iron's wife, Beauty Weave had been due for months now and the Midwife was in charge of deliveries in the Colony. Iron looked at his young apprentice and chuckled, the huge,

One...Two... Mena's coming for you... Three...Four... Open the door... Five...Six... Sharpen the sticks... Seven...Eight... Time to meet your fate... Nine...Ten... Lets do it all again...