Another day in Griffonstone. The place was totally lame, nowhere near as cool as Cloudsdale, but I came here cause I didn’t want to be around those lame ponies. I came here because the one pony I thought was sort of not lame moved on without me.
So she can go and have all of her fun times with all of her lame pony friends. If she really cared about me, she’d come and find me. It’s not like it’s hard- there’s exactly one griffon city in Equestria, and the dump isn’t even that big. I never even made a huge secret of where I was from, anyway.
Hell, I went to Cloudsdale to get away from this dump in the first place. Seriously, no one wants to be here, but we stay here because finding somewhere in Equestria proper is difficult. Oh sure, there’s a few giffons who’ve done it, but most of us stay here, like total lameos. Too much pride or whatever to move away, and the ponies look at us weird.
But Cloudsdale was great. Once I teamed up with Dash, no one cared that I was a griffon. We were the toughest kids around. Anyone messed with either of us, and we’d get them back good. Didn’t matter where we were, all that mattered was that we were flying together. Just us, and the open skies. Those days were great.
But they’re gone, and the only thing I’ve got left is a stinking pile of straw and feathers that is Griffonstone, and a stupid cart and Grandpa Gruff’s old recipie.
So screw you, Rainbow Dash. You have all the parties you want with your weird little pony friends. And one day, I’ll make it out of this heap, and get all the way across the ocean, and somewhere where the skies are nice and clear and open. And maybe, one day, you’ll remember what a great thing that we had.
I once told you that the only home I needed was the open sky. Well, that’s the truth now, and I definitely don’t need you. All I need is a nice sky, and I’ll be just fine without you, you’ll see.