I don’t even know where to begin. At the very start, perhaps? The day I obtained my cutie mark, and realized my future…

Yes… I suppose that’s good. I come from an important unicorn family in Hoofington, and I always had what I wanted. Up until a few weeks ago, I didn’t realize how much of a spoiled little brat I was. Whenever my father didn’t give me exactly what I wanted, I’d whine and scream and threaten to runaway until he conceded, and I never thought anything of it. I just thought I was merely taking advantage of my many opportunities. Now that the film has been lifted from my eyes, I see that that was simply me being utterly selfish.

I never had any shining talent as a filly. Even before they earned their cutie marks, most of my friends (I use the word friends loosely. I know now that none of them truly found me interesting. I was rich. That’s the only reason) showed some sign of their talent. They gravitated towards what they would eventually earn a cutie mark of. I never did. The only thing I gravitated towards was being loud, boastful, and better than anypony else. Even though most ponies get their cutie mark by the age of 7, I was almost 13 before I got mine, by false means no less.

Teaser for a story I should have posted by the weekend.