The tales of heroes resemble running water. It passes by either being noticed or ignored. I was born without parents. The stallion who adopted me never gave me a name and never let me call him my father. I was basically a slave for the farmer. One day, I escaped. I ran as far as my hooves might take me. This is my story. This is who I am and this is the search I endured to achieve the one thing I never had; The mark that describes every ponies destiny and main talent. Who am I...? Just call me no name.

*Written before I actually knew what I was fully doing.