The Key

After a long, angry argument, Fiara hated her mom. Mostly because how she reacted over a book, but it did involve a few hundred secrets that she remembered her parents didn't want her to know about. It was an emotion she despised to feel, even if it was short-term or fake. Hate. The word flooded her mind and she couldn't stand it. She asked herself, is there was an easy way to get rid of it and bad memories? Of course not. Could she think of something else to make it, a good thing? Unlikely. Would her parents understand how she felt and give her a destiny that wasn't forced on her? Even less likely. Guards had come by and brought her dinner. Her parents decided to eat by themselves, for her sake. Since she might be too angry to even look at them right now, mainly Cadence. She ate her dinner in silence and put the tray on her dresser. She sighed. Thoughts raced through her head, and she knew there was only one way she could get rid of all of it. Not a memory spell, not a healing brew, no. She would run away from home. It was a drastic idea, but she knew it'd be for the best. She packed up her stuff inside a small crystal suitcase (she loved crystals), and put some food and beverages in her saddle bag. She opened the window, preparing to fly outside, and she glanced at the mirror. She decided to leave her crown, and a note.

Dear, parents,

I am running away from home because I don't want to live out a future that I hate and do not want. I'm gonna live out the rest of my days in another Equestrian nation and will never return. Don't bother trying to find me. I have left my crown, you can give it to Flurry Heart and abuse her heart and such, instead. Goodbye, and thanks for taking care of me and making me the mare I will be today.

Yours truly,

Fiara Spark

With a smile, some tears, and some confidence, she took off. Never to be seen again.

And that is the story of Fiara Spark. The princess who refused her destiny for something more, and never came back.