This is the first time I've ever simply sat down and recapped my entire existence. Mind you, I know well that everypony knows the stories of the number one assistant of Princess Twilight Sparkle; the baby dragon that she practically raised from an egg. But no one knows the life of the banished mage, who now sits before you in all his glory. There's no doubt in my mind that I sit before you royal guards as simply another monster your twitching fingers wish to destroy. Twilight, no doubt, informed you of what I can do with just a snap of my claws.

So, I've come to you, not for forgiveness, but as an elder with a story to tell. It will be… One last friendship report.

I'll spare you nothing of my story. The truth must be heard. And I'll start with this…

First… Twilight, I love you.

Second… Their deaths weren't my fault.