My name is Blank. That's not a joke. My parents didn't put anything down on the birth certificate and I guess the nurse thought it would be a funny joke. It's fine, though. Not much point in giving a name to something that shouldn't be. But I am. I am surrounded by ponies who look at me with anger or fear or both. Who knew my kind were so looked down upon. But I can't blame them since I'm the only one around. Not to mention stories of old have only pictured my kind in the worst possible light.

When it's a crime to be born, I am immediately sentenced to a… not very pleasant thing. So with some help, I find myself running. To where I'm not sure. But anywhere is better than a place that hates you for just being alive.