My name is Ambrosius, and I'm a human who grew up in Equestria. We had to live off the land, in hiding for reasons I don't know. I learned archery, and I tried to protect them… I really did… But we are a doomed race, a race that was lost before it was capable of actually finding a place. Unless you count here, which I don't.

I am technically a prince, but it doesn't mean much, I am the last human alive… Or well, the last one I know of, and I'm pretty sure I know everything about my race. No one could tell me better.

I lost my home, and now I'm in the company of a nice pony and almost get killed multiple times. Life likes to screws with me. It might be because my take on the world is a little different. It might just be because I'm a little bit off… Who knows?

I have a bow, and a reason. Just try and stop me.

[HiE story. Feel free to hate without looking, but I'll hate you back. Harder.]