You came to Equestria like the others: encased in a red hot egg, light glistening along the shell like stars in the night sky. You were young then, only a baby. Just like the others.
You landed in a small suburb just outside of Canterlot. The shock of your arrival thankfully was minimized by your remote landing site. No other pony saw your descent. It was only me.
You were raised in the palace, away from your own kind. I doubt you even had a concept of what other humans were. The only one like you. I can only imagine what that felt like. One human child in a world of ponies and dragons. The world must have seemed like a strange place to you. Still, you were a child. My child.
My subjects called me Princess.
You called me mom.
It wasn’t long before your abilities started developing. Telekinesis was first. I remember it well. You were stuck on the floor, reaching for a cup of juice on the counter above. You couldn’t reach no matter how hard you tried. Then, like magic, the cup sprung from the countertop to your waiting hands.
Of course it spilled its contents all over the floor but you quickly lost interest in the drink. You had a new power now. And you were loving it.
Flight came next. Small hops turned to giant leaps. Over the guards and maids of the castle, you turned vaulting over them into a game. Eventually, tall bounds turned to controlled levitation. You learned to go up and stay up. You really loved that one. Racing the sky guard became a daily hobby of yours. Unlike them, you never needed wings.
Then you turned five.
And your powers only increased from there, new abilities manifesting seemingly every day. I taught you to control them, to master them the best I knew how. You were a fast learner, always inquisitive, always asking questions. You quickly outpaced every lesson I threw at you. I knew I couldn’t continue to keep you cooped up in the castle forever. And so I made my first mistake, as I always did.
I allowed you to go to school. And this time, I even let you pick.
That was where you met her.
Spitfire.
The mare who would go on to become Captain of the Wonderbolts.
This was where it started. This was where you destroyed her.