Author's Note

So, this is the chapter 1.

I rewrote it almost five times.

Edit 22/08/2015 : Remove the full stop in the title to correctly follow the typographic rules of title (no period at the end of a title)

Chapter 1 – The Thoughts of Rainbow Dash

Previously, I used to love flying in the sky and it was really the most wonderful experience in the world. I loved so much the freedom and this enjoyment which I had, until it was ripped away from me forever.

Now, I am The Converted Pony.

Everywhere I go, no matter wherever I look, I see colourful ponies. In the past, I myself had colours; magnificent colours, even. I used to have a splendid rainbow mane, an identical rainbow-coloured tail and a blue coat. But now that I have been converted, my only colours are tints of grey.

As Princess Twilight taught me, the planet Equus, the world where we live, abounds in magic.

Like almost every sapient species around our planet, ponies have access to this natural magic which is around us.

Earth ponies' passive magic comes from their communion with Mother Nature, giving them a strength that is superior to other pony tribes and giving them natural planting ability.

Unicorns can channel their inner passive magic through their horns and so are capable of casting a great variety of spells.

And finally, the passive magic of pegasi lets them manipulate clouds, be light enough to let them fly and makes them more resistant to cold

Before my conversion, I was a pegasus pony. I used to sleep high in the great softness of clouds. I used to train to be the best flier in all of Equestria. I simply used to be myself and I was proud of it.

Now that I don't have my magic anymore, I will never be able to sense the clouds' softness. Without my wings, I will never be able to fly again and I will never be able to feel the exhilarating sensation of a supersonic flight.

Celestia and Discord, as well as most of the unicorn researchers, have tried to reconvert me by using all types of magic that exists on our planet Equus, but magic has stopped affecting me forever. Researchers discovered a Strength Field of anti-magic present and anchored in my deepest inner depths, preventing all types of passive and active magic to affect me.

I feel so alone now that I am the last representative of the converted ponies.

All the others died: some were killed by the converters: many gave up; and killed themselves because of all they lost: their magic, their colours, their cutie marks and, most importantly, their freedom. Even after the forced departure of the converters, only a few of the converted ponies survived, and they have all died due to old age at the present time.

Yes, I am an old mare now, and I would never have expected to survive, but after all, I was the first to be converted and it is not so ironic that I am the last to die.

If there is something that I am sure about, it is that when I die, this ugly scar that the converters left behind them will disappear forever. This is what I really hope for the ponies on this planet who are still themselves.