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Fantasia didn't care, much, until it came to the threat of an ancestral tree that she knew stood for a reason so high and so powerful. Magic wasn't something unknown to her, so when this dream also came with portals, she walked through the middle one, straight into a war between the living and deceased, of those who had a life here on Mythris compared to souls that no longer were bound by a beating heart.
She huffed sharply, and moved swiftly, rearing herself up onto her back legs to stomp her front hooves onto a wraith, watching it dissipate under her weight. The equine moved like she'd done this a thousand times, bucking, stomping, chomping and nipping, all of it, in the name of the holy tree that stood so tall yet weakening with each attack of these foul beasts.



