I was strong. I may have been a bundle of nerves and tears at many times, but i was me. and i didn't need wings or a horn to prove that. i marched up to my parents the next morning and told them that i was going. when they saw the strong mare that stood in front of them, unafraid and proud, they asked me to stay. but i said no. staying was all i ever wanted. but i couldn't do it. not after the way they made me suffer with longing for 14 years. It was never about being an alicorn. it was about acceptance. and that was all i wanted. and i had just turned away and given it up. i sometimes regret my decision. but i know in my heart i did the right thing. i set off to the everfree forest and made friends with some of the darker, more mysterious figures who lived there, such as a cloaked zebra and a rather gentle bear. i found ponyville but a year after the rebellion and reunited with aloe and lotus. i managed to put myself through school with earn money babysitting. and i never looked back. one day, i saw my mother in a dream. i was about to walk away when she stopped me. she said she would make me an alicorn if that was my wish. but that wasn't my wish anymore. and i refused.