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       Lina Moreau
       By: Lina Moreau Date: October 20, 2016, 10:30 pm
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       My name is Lina Moreau, but nowadays, ponies know me by the name
       Lina Adala. I am twenty three years old. Seven years ago, my
       parents took me to Saddle Arabia for training. I wanted to
       become a diplomat like them. You might’ve guessed my talent from
       my cutie mark- an olive branch, a symbol of peace. You see those
       scars crisscrossing my flank? I gave them to myself, to cross
       out my cutie mark and to always remind me that my talent is a
       farce. Diplomacy is never the answer. Ponies don’t deserve it.
       They assured me of that when they clipped the brake line in my
       parent’s car. The very ride we took to the harbor to leave
       Saddle Arabia, was the very ride that ensured they’d never
       escape, and the very last ride I’d take before the country
       erupted in civil war.
       
       All I can remember is my father’s dead body, and my mother’s
       agonized voice as she yelled at me to fly, fly away as they all
       approached the crashed car to finish me and my parents off. I
       was sixteen, and I was scared, so I listened to her. I got out
       of the car, flew as far as my wings could take me in the only
       direction my terrified brain could comprehend: away. When I
       finally crashed from exhaustion, a stallion found me. A stallion
       to which I owe my life, who taught me that everypony is out for
       themselves, and that’s all they ever will be. So now I’m out for
       myself as well. I’m going to find who killed my parents, and I’m
       going to make them pay.
       To whoever you are, I’m coming for you.
       You will not escape me.
       You will not get away with what you have done.
       You want to know why?
       The answer is the same for the question of why I picked my fake
       surname, when I decided to become somepony else. Because in
       Arabic, it means a word that is very important to me.
       Justice.
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