What defines a cutie mark? Is it a right of passage, something that determines what you are destined in life, and defines you for eternity? The answer to that is “yes.” It’s everything you could hope for in this life and the next. Never take your destiny for granted nor that mark, a lesson I learned later down in my life.

My life was easy, travel Equestrian, boast about my magical prowess, prove said prowess, collect the bits off of other's embarrassment as they try to upstage me and finally leave town. Rinse, recycle and repeat. Never once did the plan screw up.....Until ponyville.

I never wanted to die nor did I ever ask for much. Upstaging other ponies was my life and yet, as I watched that huge claw slam into me, I knew it was over. My show, the smiles, the frowns and everything else was gone in an instant, only a cape and a tattered hat in its wake.

What I thought would be the end was just an unbearably painful beginning. Now I live in a Candy shop, protecting the living from the many mystical creatures of the ever free and Equestria. With the help of others, maybe this miss-step won't be as bad after all.