Growing up, you always thought getting an eye-scar would be cool. Like it would be a symbol of your many victories in battle. Now that you have one, you realize that it's just a testament to your weakness. That you couldn't be stronger. That you failed.

Now you walk the streets of Ponyville alone. The ponies you once called your acquaintances shun you and pay you no mind. All except for one cross-eyed Pegasus who's blatantly unaware of your hell.

Perhaps she's the first in a long time you can call 'friend.'

Here’s a theme I think could work for the story. Got a better one? Let me know in the comments. Take Us Back by Alela Diane.

Hey, if you liked the story, you think you could add it to a group or two?