Knight Mare is a Pegasus Mare, draped in glistering black rubber.

Her time is the night, where she can haunt or fulfill the dreams of Ponies.

Fear not, she will do no harm, other than that you make her do.

She regrets nothing, a dream is just a dream. In the cover of night, she permits your dream to take on flesh and blood in manners you had not foreseen or dared to hope.

Of course I could not stay where I was, but going to the land of the candy coloured Ponies? As if it had not been for the means of transporting me, to where I was to end up?

Life is short, and life is capricious. Life rarely grants you second chances, but why. Maybe the question is; is this truly a second chance? And if so, at what?

Of course, there is a trick to the transfer; if it is a curse or my salvation remains to be seen.

Guard is a small Earth type colt, bent on guarding the helpless and the once in need. It is what the name says, little more is really known about him.

Lost is a filly, marked for what seems to be a grim fate. She is lost, no parents and no home of her own. What will become of her?

Foals are supposed to attend to school, and in Ponyville, that means that Cherilee is their teacher. that is always a good start.

Of course the first dark cloud on the horizon wears a silver tiara. Her friend is rarely far behind. They have been known to eagerly pick on any foal or otherwise, first chance.

The Queen is anxious, time is short and the preparations critical. Will the Ponies appreciate the trancatory beauty enough to feed her Hive.

The beauty of the blossoming trees had always pleased the Queen, but there is the one crucial dilemma. As pleasing as the trees are to the eye, can they bring in the one commodity, too valuable to be paid in bits.

The trees had been pruned with the uttermost care and the grasses caressed. If only the weather was on her side. Every Changeling had been careful in preparations.

A routine patrol commanded by Captain Picard turning into something more, a first contact. What was to follow is a landing party, since a confrontation seems inevitable.

The small ship in orbit is warranting the contact. What was a shock, maybe not so much for the captain as for the ruling Princess by the name of Celestia, but how was she to take the news?

Some pony had to deliver a message, but the pony isn't who you had expected him to be, the guard isn't even a pony by birth. Is it time to accuse Discord, who was known to have had this kind of tricks in the past.

This started out as a joke or prank, in fairness. What do I care, that's behind me. I had enjoyed it at first, before I realised what was about to happen.

Then came all the months of darkness, confusion, and the cramped space, and no clue as to why?

Once I was finally born, or reborn, depending on how you see it? Then it became clear to me, even if I know next to nothing of what had been behind it. At least I know why it was dark, and cramped.

I had been sent off, into a new existence, but as an Equestrian pony. The recollections started to fade of, between two years of age, and was completely gone by the age of five. There is no turning back. I guess I'm a pony?

I was born a black Pegasus with a fiery red mane in Cloudsdale. I have a talent in finding true friends, seeing through the facade of false kindness. The talent had saved me from numerous awkward moments, but also caused other problems.

  Now I'm moving out of my parents' home, in search of something to call my own.  I'm making this a special adventure, or at least that had been the initial intent. I had no idea who, or what was awaiting me.

  What is my destiny and who would I become? These are the kind of questions only you can answer by leaving your childhood's home. Once I had set of on my seemingly safe and harmless quest, the Pegasus that left can never come back, a lesson I'm soon to learn

I had lived most of my life in a far flung community, with a distant relative. My parents had sent me here as early as possible, since I'm an earth type pony, and thus had no real future with my parents in Cloudsdale.

Since I have no memory of them, I can't identify with them. I couldn't even really miss them, even if I still miss, what I don't have.

An incident changed my life, but lead up to making me into who I was to become. It's a choice, and I made it. This choice is what made me into who I'm about to become, since I can't turn back to what my parents had hoped for, or what I had been born into

Moving out, and embarking on the first of my adventures, in search of what I'm supposed to be. I had no intent of staying the blank flank I am now.