I waited. For a sound, a voice, anything. I had finally been put in my place and I hated it. Celestia thinks she can keep me contained, but she's dead wrong. My magic was gone, for one think. My horn had been sawed it. I had been weakened. I had been locked away in a dungeon where I wouldn't harm others, while Celestia sat upon her throne, applauded by her subjects. What about me? I had subjects that needed me. They would die without me. Celestia had killed my army and nearly me, but she stopped herself because she knew she would get more glory if she were a humble hero rather than a murderer. This is why I need to escape, to kill Celestia.