I'd spent most of my life as nothing more than a clone of somepony else. But thanks to that pony I was given a second chance. But while I've tried hard to leave that past behind me, it seems it's not quite ready to let go. I may have my own name, my own face, and my own body, but there's something I still lack. A Cutie Mark, the very thing that defines a pony still eludes me even after all these months.

But it's out there, somewhere. I don't know where or when, but I will find out what it is I'm destined to be.