Life's rough kid. remember that as you embark on your journey through it. my story is one rarely told. one feared to know. one that may be dangerous to have, and one that I've locked in the depths of my soul for as long as i can remember. my first memory was the sound of rain pounding on the roof of my house. i lived in canterlot. in a castle. and i could remember the splash of rain on my muzzle as it leaked through the ceiling. Oh, what? you've never heard of castles leaking? sorry to have confused you. i didn't live in one of the royal rooms of the castle. i lived in the guest room. why? Because i was considered a disgrace. the daughter of 2 alicorns should be an alicorn. but no. i was an earth pony. a useless earth pony. unlike my sisters, who were the future princess and the future wonderbolt. but what was i? the future servant to my older sisters. my parents never visited me, almost as though they figured i would just go away. that's why i owe my well being to aloe and lotus blossom. they worked for my parents and always thought i was special. maybe it was the fact that i was always so strong, despite the little attention i got, or the fact that i wouldn't care what others thought of me. anyway, they loved me. they believed in me. and i can tell you right now those were two kindhearted ponies. i lived in that guest room up until the age 4 thinking, staring out my window, and pondering, which may be why i'm the mare i am now. the mare who lives in her head. one day I finally met my parents. they were alicorns alright. snobby, snooty alicorns. maybe i was biased. but i didn't care then. i was angry. i was scared. i was heartbroken. it makes me laugh thinking about the meaning that heartbroken had for me. it was a terrifying and beautiful word. they didn't apologize, and i was foolish to expect them to. they gave me a choice.