I have come a long way. Much of my life’s path has been very dark, with nary even a firefly to light my way. I’ve been beaten, bruised and battered. I’ve been made to feel worthless by many, told I would never be: Never a father, officer or upstanding citizen. I had become self-destructive, and turned my back on all that was good, becoming a reclusive hermit, shutting myself inside my own head.
I was pushed to a breaking point, and ultimately, through a power I now know as lucid dreaming, came to foresee an evil that threatened to consume me, unless I took action. I left an abusive stepfather in a single night, leaving nothing behind. He chased me to where I am now, along with the beast I had seen before.
However, there has been a light to help guide me: A certain group of people, many lost and broken like myself. We all found joy in a certain place where the power of bonds stronger than steel reign supreme.
These people not only lifted me up, but ultimately led me to a power to combat the aforementioned evil. I am here to tell of both sides, and how I believe this power has chosen me as its vessel.

NOTE: The events of this story are completely written from experiences I have had involving "lucid dreaming". They were hyper-realistic, with my senses amplified beyond a primal state.

A warning: I am expecting controversy, and I FULLY expect it to be a CIVIL DISCUSSION, regardless of conflicting beliefs.
Understand that respectfully, I will not be shaken from what I believe happened to me. However, I will respect your opinions so long as they are not vulgar or harassing.

Also, the cover image is not of my ownership; I found it on Facebook. If I find out where it came from (odds are DA) I will give credit. Also, thanks to Indiron for his version of Human Fluttershy, whose image is now burned into my mind thanks to this little roller coaster ride.