I am not a villain. WhiteSteeds Equestrian Dictionary defines a villain as a character in a play, novel, or the like, who constitutes an important evil agency in the plot. That's not me. But the reigning monarchy of Equestria seems to define a villain as anypony who pits themselves against Princess Twilight Sparkle; and that is me. But I am not a villain. I'm a writer.

Any good story has a strong beginning. Mine as it happened was in Hoofington. My mother worked at a flower shop there, arranging bouquets for weddings. She really makes wonderful bouquets, it's a shame no one notices when she is overshadowed by my father. She doesn't mind though, she keeps right on making her bouquets. My fathers name is Directors Cut. Yes, you've probably heard of him, he has directed most of the blockbuster hits this side of Equestria. Except that one really weird one about sparkly pony vampires... who knew that one would take off the way it did?

Every famous pony has a hideaway though... somewhere they go to escape the cameras and the publicity. For my father that was Hoofington. And that's where he met my mother, SpringBlossom. I am told it was quite the scandal when the press got wind of Director's Cut courting this simple little earth mare. Everyone had assumed he would one day fall for one of the beautiful ponies in his films. Knowing what I do of tabloids and press I'm not overly surprised they blew it out of proportion; but personally I think he made the right choice. My mother is the most beautiful pony I've ever seen. And she graced him with the filly he always wanted... he just had to deal with having me come first.

No, I was not what my father desired in a daughter; I took after my mother. Don't get me wrong, he loves me anyway. But neither of us was under the illusion that I was everything he'd ever dreamed his firstborn girl would be. That's okay, there's a lot of things in my life that haven't turned out to be how I expected either. I wasn't even his first disappointment, that honor belongs to my brother Champion. We all lived on the road for a good part of my childhood. That's one of the occupational hazards of having kids when you're a celebrity, everyone wants to film them. My mother prized our privacy and so this was the only way my father could give it to her. It was kind of fun, I saw a lot of neat places, like the Griffon Kingdom. (It's fascinating by the way, I can't even find proper words to describe it.) Sometimes making the best of a bad or awkward situation can make you who you are, and I wouldn't change who I am for anything.

Then MoonShine was born. Turquoise and tiny, with blue hairs and big eyes, this was the filly my father had waited for. She inherited the best traits of both parents, she was beautiful, talented, ambitious... and completely and utterly hopeless when it came to doing anything that resembled real work. Oh the anecdotes I could give you about her first time trying to wash the dishes. This was a pony that was born for the stage. Even my mother could see this, much as she didn't want to. So we moved to Las Pegasus.

What can I say about living in Las Pegasus? There's a lot of pegasi? It's very bright? Really I hated it, but my father practically glowed, and once she got the hang of it so did my sister. I think my mother felt the same way I did but she has this frustrating tendency to look at every glass as half full. I didn't inherit this inborn ability, or her never-ending patience. In fact I have very little patience when surrounded by bright lights and drama queens, and Las Pegasus was not a great place for someone like that. But I gave it my best shot.

I enrolled at the local school, soon realizing that every school in the city was an arts school. I am not against art per se... after all writing is an art form too. But these arts schools did not bring out the best in me. They had strict regiments, and a terrible populace. My fellow schoolmates were every bit as shallow and stuck up as I'd feared they would be, and there was no room for someone who just wanted to study. Between notes to my parents and time in detention it became quickly apparent I was becoming someone I didn't want to be. Someone I didn't even like. Something had to change.

My mother was my greatest ally in this endeavor, being a more simple mare herself she could well understand my feelings for my current surroundings. But like I said, she had more patience than I did, which in this case turned out to be a good thing for me. She spent long hours sitting up with my father, convincing him that while I was a little young to leave home it was the best thing for me. I'll say one thing for my father. It was my well being he was concerned for, and not his reputation. He cared not a lick for what the magazines might print about his skills as a father, he was much more concerned about whether I knew what it was like to live away from home. But I was ready. I was more than ready. I was born for this, and excitement made my fur tingle every time I imagined going out and starting my own life.

Of course I had no idea then the trials and tribulations that come with such things, but I had plenty of time to learn. After all no one really knows what anything is like until they've tried it. Finally after much discussion my parents gave me the best gift I have ever received, and that includes the pen that writes on it's own, because I really detest those things they never portray the emotions quite right. A one way ticket.... to Canterlot.

Author's Note

This is the prologue, I will work on this story when I have spare time, mostly I decided it had been kicking around my head long enough it was time to do something about it. I'm using this as an exercise to blow off steam between work and writing my books so updates may be sporadic. I dearly hope some people will enjoy what's to come though, it should be an interesting story. Thank you for reading and please do come back for chapter one!