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// Epilouge: The Truth Hurts 
// Story: Taking Flight - A PrinceWhateverer-Inspired Story 
// by xCrossx 
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	The winners push their way out of the crowd and over to us. When they speak this time, it's not in their Canterlot voices, but it's still rather deep and commanding.
"Do you have anything to say for yourselves, Wonderbolts?" the leader asks.
"You've won. You've beaten the best. Our fall has come." I hesitate as he nods firmly. "I just want to know how you did it."
"Hard training the real way." He turns to the crowd watching. "Go! The show is over; you have no business here!" The crowd hesitates. "GO!" comes the Canterlot voice, sending them running.
Once they are gone, I ask them, "Who are you? And how do you know our secrets?"
"We are the Shadowbolts, formed by Princess Luna to end the lies of the Wonderbolts. The Princess offered us to be her Wonderbolts, then tasked us to be good enough to beat you because you are liars and tools, using cheap methods to be the best."
Right at that moment, Princess Luna and Princess Celestia, the former looking stern, even angry, the latter looking remorseful, descend and land next to us. We gape and bow to them. "Rise, my little ponies," comes Celestia's majestic yet now-grim voice. We rise. "We are here to tell you the full story. And to ask for your help."
And they did tell us of how she had used unsafe magic and other stuff on us, and then moved on to pegasi in cloud-cities and even to normal ground-based schools. They wanted us to find her and bring her in as our last valiant act, an act to redeem our cowardice, imposed by the magics abused on us.
Two teams of Wonderbolts left after studying the files the unicorn had left behind. We searched for a long while before finding her running from what ended up being her current facility. And the Princesses ensured justice was met. But that also involved us. We were disgraced in front of a court and then let go as normal ponies without a home. We couldn't be royal guests anymore.
I wish I could tell you it went uphill after that, but it didn't. We were rejected for years. Almost nopony let us into anywhere. Only the kindest accepted us. That was barely enough. Now, ten years later, we have finally found peace. It's not comfortable or happy, but it's peace nonetheless. This is how our story ends.