It all started one night. It was a beautiful night. Unlike some other stories start, It was a beautiful and calm night in the enchanted forest. The enchanted forest is where my mother and father live, where they won't be found. I was born on a night like any other night. This is when it all started, oh yes.

Now, before I continue, I am not crazy. That is not true. Anything anypony says about me being crazy, you must dismiss, understood? Wonderful. Now, let's move on to when I was 3 months old. This is when I learned my first spell. I was young, yes, but I was not weak, oh no. In fact I was one of the strongest little fillies you may have ever seen.

When i turned two, I'd get up every night and check the forest. I would go through the forest and make sure all was peaceful, and calm. Oh how was it always a wonderful night. I would go through the forest, and bring back samples of different things to study and test.

How I loved testing. Every night I would slowly open my door, oh so slowly and just enough so that I would fit through. I would never want to wake up anyone. For if I did so my little adventure would be cancelled. I would oh so slowly peek my head into my mother and fathers room, opening the door just enough for my head. I'd look in for a few minutes and check to make sure they were asleep. I would then very carefully pull my head out, the motion and the calmness I would use every night. The technique, the exscuisite way I would pull my head out, and you would call me mad? Oh no, I was not mad. Never had I gone insane. I would then slowly leave the house.

Now you may be wondering, why would I so this? Well, I'll tell you. I loved to go out and see the forest. The beauty of the oddly light forest every night and the soft blue glow of the moon upon the rough bark of the trees. It was wonderful. As I grew I began to go out everyday as well, enjoying the forest. Although, when I turned six, I stopped. For my mother and father sent me to school. I met many new ponies who didn't know who I was, nor did they understand me. I was not liked much, but at that time I could care less. If those ponies want to insult me, they are allowed to. Even though all the ponies were rude to me, I loved school. It was the pace in the world they wanted you to do work and learn. I learned spells quickly as my school years passed and I learn more and more, reading and learning and loving every second of it. Many ponies hate school, to them it's long and boring and a waste of tiime. But no. To me it was the world. I loved it more then anything. I got older and finally saw my sisters for the first time. Oh how I despised them when I first met them..

Author's Note

I liked this chapter alot. Here's the start!