I had left everything--my family, friends, even my identity back in Ponyville. One could say that I was following in my father’s hoof steps, fueled by an untamable wanderlust, but that wasn’t exactly the case. No. . . I was running away. Searching for a greater purpose. There had to be more to life than just. . . sitting in my mother’s shop waiting for something or someone exciting and different to burst into my monotonous, melancholy world. Little did I know, this would come in the form of a little Pegasus, so different, and yet. . . so familiar.