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// Before Coming to Equestria 
// Story: Before Coming to Equestria 
// by DJOctavia 
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	Hello, my name is Lyra. As you probably know, I have the tendency of acting like a human, a usually embarrassing my 
friend Bon-bon. I've been talked to many times before by her. What she usually says is, "Lyra, why can't you ever stop trying? It's impossible, in the anatomy ponies, there's nothing you can do to change who you are. You are Lyra, a unicorn who resides in Ponyville, and is about to lose a best friend." She probably doesn't know the truth, because no one does, except for probably Mom and Dad, who I've lost, many years ago. No, they're not gone, their just, not in Equestria. 

I am currently writing this before I complete my machine. My machine? A device that is special, and leaves science dropped on its knees, without a explanation. I shall tell you the story, the whole truth, the way I want to be a human.

It started about, 12 years ago. When I was 9. I lived in a small suburb with my Mom and Dad. I was a very intelligent girl, in the art of music. I had and have a talent of playing the lyre, a small harp. I knew a vast range of songs, from Pop to electronic. I would practice everyday, about 20 minutes. Playing the lyre was a relaxing activity. Quite relaxing. But, sadly, that is what I used to protect my real inside self, the self that was sealed away. I was actually a girl with a gigantic imagination. I could think of anything with the biggest details. When I dreamed, sometimes, I dream of Minecraft. The textures weren't the traditional look, they seemed real and living, just like the LB Photo Realism texture pack. But most of my imagination belonged to something that, I am. Ponies. Ponies, something that usually a 9 year old girl would like. I would collect all of them and make a bunch of sets out of the not used and soon to be used cardboard boxes I found in my garage. My favorite was Twilight Sparkle, because of her organization skills, her brains, and her attitude. (Most of the time.) I never thought I would actually meet her. I would take them and put them in the weirdest situations, from running away from a small bunny, (though now that I have met Fluttershy, I do not think they would now) to unearthing a giant contraption from the ancient times of Equestria's beginning. That was after school, and during the night I would wish on the non-existant shooting stars about coming to Equestria. Every day, every year, until I finally realized that it's impossible. Wishing will never help. When Nightmare Moon came to Ponyville, people wished for help, but did it come true, naturally? No, it was only because of Twilight's readings. So, after wishing for 4 years, (I was 13) I gave up. I lost hope in the world and I fell apart. I still got those good grades, but my parents began to fight and argue. I was not for blame, for they still loved me. They didn't love each other though. Soon, I got tired of arguing 3 years later, and decided to build a machine that would transport someone to where someone's heart desires to be. I was a great student in science, A+ grades and in a separate class outside of school. I soon started studying different subjects on the matter of teleportation, but no book showed any detail of the sort. I decided to create my own "magic" (which are considered hoaxes in the human world). I studied many elements of matter and transfer particles. Finally after a few years, I had completed the machine. I stepped inside the small machine and pressed start. My heart raced and flew, and soon after, I found myself immersed in a different environment. Ponies were everywhere, and I finally concluded that I was in Ponyville. Sadly after though, I found out the machine had malfunctioned and was broken apart. I could still sense my family, though that feeling wore off. I found new friends, but soon the machine gave me the personality to act like a human. I wondered that probably because I was soon missing my family. I started to act like my normal human self. It was soon noticed by the townsfolk and I was noted as "watched." I didn't like this, but I still had to put up with it. Another few months have passed after that, and finally, I was treated with little respect because of how I sat and did everything. I went back and tried to build the machine again. It was a notable success, and after I reported my machine to the officials of Ponyville, they had thought I was building a machine to bring the secret society of Equestria to the common knowledge of humans. I was then thrown into the castle's underground mines. Lost and soon hungry, I was finally going to get a sharp stone and finally put myself out of misery. That's when I met a few lost beings caged inside the mysterious and forgotten caves. They were lost souls, ponies who had died and were attached to a certain place. Their names were Bolts and Concoction. Both were placed here due to high suspicions about their whereabouts, such as Bolts finally creating a gigantic robot with fully movable limbs. The robot was originally created for dangerous jobs that need many ponies to do, but the Canterlot Castle thought the robot was used as a image of destruction. Concoction was famous for her potions that could cure the biggest of illnesses. The potions were soon to be confiscated due to it give "deadly" after affects. (Example, vomiting.) Soon after my machine was brought down to the caverns. It had a small note stating that they are thankful for making the machine, but it shall not be used and the teleportation magic was already perfected by Twilight Sparkle. I thought that was a lie, but I had to deal with it, even if all the notes are mine. It just mattered that I would be able to go home and see my family and friends. That is where I am now. (But not too soon.) 

I would like to thank everyone in Ponyville for never excluding me from activities, even though I was not respected. I also would like to thank Bon-bon for helping me be acquainted with the ponyfolk, and thank you for being my best friend. 
Soon I shall start up the machine, and everything that anyone knew about me will be erased and lost. My home shall soon start to dissolve and become nothing more than a piece of land that is available for purchase. Thank you everyone for being with me through all the times I have had, because you were my wind. Thank you. Goodbye everyone, I love you.

-Lyra