With the ever flowing mana beneath Equestria compromised, so too will all that depends upon the delicate balance between pony, tree, and cloud. Forced to dire measures, request for aid comes from the land of four fingers offering a boon of five.

I am whatever I shall need to be, at any given time, for I cannot help but find the utmost contradiction to just be one's self when it can only matter before another. If only this prison had but an mirror, could I finally convince myself I'm right.

One man and a bunch of ponies come to find out that they have something special in common. They all have a cutie mark. But while for the ponies it blesses how they shall live, his demands how he will have to die.