I had been beaten to believe that my life was worthless and that somepony else was always better than me. That I could be thrown about however they pleased. That was how I lived, with no freedom and no choice. SO when I had been given real freedom, when I was in charge of my own life. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to kill and cook another animal to eat. Freedom nearly killed me. But it didn’t. It gave me access to a whole better life, it gave me one of the greatest ponies I have ever met. I’m not going to lie, neither of us are heros. we are not good ponies, but we survived together and I can’t imagine living without her now. And so I am going to do all I can to get that back.

That's right ponies. I am resubmitting this after I very quickly deleted it. The kinks in my plan have been worked out and hopefully this one is here to stay.

Some additional help will also be provided by Suke and SuperLuminous

So there we go. Nowt more needs to be said and so commence the whatever this is.