Well, I don't really know how I should begin with this extract. If you don't know me, then you should be hung by the stocks! Everyone knows me, and those who don't are just peasants.

My royal relatives have enforced me to showcase myself in this….quaint town. What is it called? Pooryville? Ponyville? What a generic name. Though, I am looking forward for crowds to be kneeling in my presence when I arrive. It's always a pleasing sight.

Who do I meet again? I'm not even sure. But that doesn't matter, they'll come flocking to me upon sight anyway.


Cover art shamefully stolen from Velexane in DeviantArt.