I sit and stare at the moon. It is the color pink, green, and blue. I take a deep breath as I think of what might have been. If the fabled Princess Celestia had won against her sister. What would have happened? Would the world be less dreary and angry? Would I have gotten my cutie mark sooner than I had? My brother always believed I would, I eventually did too. I turn away from my bedroom window and look at my flank. It would have never shown up unless I conjured up that spell of friendship when I was twelve. My life hasn't gotten any better though, I have no friends, I have no social connections, I live in a ditch called Ponyville, I hate my life.