Ever since I was born, I’ve been different. I am the only pony on record to have been born with their cutie mark after all, a single silver coin with some kind of inscription on it. So, before I was even born my destiny was already written, but for what? The mark itself doesn’t make sense to me, and the other abnormality I possess doesn’t exactly help explain anythin’ either. Speakin’ about it, I actually don’t have any control over it. It just happens. To simplify it really, I age at a much slower rate, six times slower, approximately. This also includes my mental capacity. So in turn, I didn’t exactly have a very easy goin’ childhood. By the time I had the body and mental abilities of a ten year old, sixty years had passed… along with my mother. So I was on my own, forced to face the world and try to survive in it...
It’s been seventy-two years since then and you know what, lookin’ back, I don’t regret any of it. The starving, the fear of what tomorrow may bring, nothin’. Because it all taught me somethin’, in order to survive you need a bit of courage, skill, wit, and a hell of a lot of luck. But… if you want to live, you need that touch of curiosity.

- Eli

Notes:
This story does contain profanity and low amounts of gore related story descriptions. Reader discretion is advised.
Will be consistently be edited and revised. Thanks to my editor Joyous Apple for all the help.
Cover art is finished. Credit goes to Zibonai for the commission. She does awesome work. Thanks for the help, Z.
Also, not gonna lie, I am not entirely sure what direction this story is going. I have an intended ending but the idea on how to get there is alluding me... So yeah. Thanks for your time if you do read this and I will update as much as I can.