Back home, they accepted me. I was their savor, though I thought nothing of it, and they loved me. Even if I wasn't, they would have loved me all the same. I was a Unicorn, like many before me and many to come. Home is where that didn't matter.

But I am not home. I am here, in medieval Equestria. I am ill-born. I walked with demons before my birth. I am a Creature of Chaos, a witch, a servant of the dark. Not because of my deeds, my actions. Because of my race. I am a Unicorn, and thus must be burnt at the stake. I cannot show my true self, else I am seen.

My name is Twilight Sparkle. Here, that doesn't matter.