For once I would like some peace and QUIET!

I don't know where I am. I barely know who I am. I don't know who any of these ponies around me are. But I do know one thing.

I don't belong here.

Magic. Dark, dark, magic. It was what gave the citizens of Equestria dangerous powers: strange new forms and magic for all. Many called it a gift. Of course, in some languages, 'gift' means 'poison'.

This is my story, how as a former earth pony, I found myself overcome by the new powers and how I lost control.

Many of you might know me as the simple Trickster Mage. Or, you might know me as the stealthy Shadow Blade Assassin I once was. Or am. That line of reality is rather thin.

But, personally, I prefer the name Pinkie Pie.