The humans called me murderer. Freak. Monster.
My people called me warrior. Heir. Hero.
Them? The ponies? Her?
Friend. Family. Lover.
It's been a long time since anyone ever called me that, and it's even stranger with "love". But can they know me truly? Can I trust them with the truth? And more importantly… can I protect them from the truth?
…from myself?
Thanks to Panzertank for the cover art!