To the Individuals of Equestria, whether they are Pony, Cow, Buffalo, Griffin, Dragon, or any other. Please, do not believe this is a letter by someone trying to copy me, though there is little I could do to convince you otherwise. However, I will appear at the coming Summer Sun Celebration, handing out this statement, so, if you decide not to read it now, perhaps you shall read it then, regardless, this is both my story, and my missive.
This is a letter, dictated, by the one you know as Mare Do Well. It is not a coming out letter, I am not revealing my true identity, nor is it an apology, to those I could not save, though I am saddened by this, and rest assured, I mourn these times reverently, there is nothing I can do about them. Rather, this letter, this message, this story, is about you, yes you, the people who look up to me.
You see, Mare Do Well, was originally created by my friends, to show me humility, to help me become a better pony. And it worked, I learnt this lesson, yet still strove to help ponies, but now, rather than for recognition, I did it to aid them. I spent years doing this, becoming a hero where I was from, but one day, it happened. I wasn’t quick enough, and I lost a pony.
Ponies reassured me, told me it wasn’t my fault, that this was the will of the gods, yet, when I saw the ponies family on the streets, I could feel them looking at me, glares of hate and loathing, directed straight at me. This happened a few times, because I wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, one time because I was having a nap. Every time, the family and friends of the ponies in question, would stare at me in the shops, their faces asking ‘why, why them, why couldn’t you save them?’
I couldn’t take those looks of abhorrence, so I left, leaving my friends. I relocated to a bigger city, and aimed to just get along with life. But I couldn’t, every day I saw ponies getting hurt, nopony willing to help them. I had learned my lesson before, if I did it myself, I would just end up losing what little life I had left.
So I became a masked hero, a disguised defender, the mysterious Mare Do Well. And I, almost immediately found ponies looking up to me, respecting me, every time I appeared in costume, there would be shouts of praise and joy. If I lost a pony, sure ponies would be sad, but, they finally understood, I couldn’t help them all, I would do my bit, and the rest was up to them.
Then became the imitators, those Equestrians that would use me as a figure head, as an example to follow, heroes all. Beings like Supergriffin, Green Dragon, even Trixie the Great and Powerful, although I mention the last with a small amount of derision, our taunts upon each other, well known by you the public. When they began appearing, it was when I first realised I had become something more, rather than just a hero, I had become a champion of good, my every action taken as nigh on godlike.
The pressure of this was unimaginable, but I took it in my stride, and endeavoured to convince others to become good, appearing at schools and public occasions, to spread a message of hope and love. I think I got through to some, but others just ignored my lesson, and decided to leave it to others.
This brings me to the point of the memorandum; the Princesses requested I write this, after I questioned her on whether I was actually doing any good, whether my actions had a long standing point. I write this, to request that you do your part.
I am not asking you to risk life and limb, like myself and my compadres, no, what I am asking is that you do well, that you help others. If we all helped one another, whether it be by acts of kindness, acts of generosity, being loyal, spreading laughter, or just being plain honest with each other, we could easily create a world where I, and other like myself, are no longer needed.
Can you not see this world I envision, a world of peace and goodwill, a world where you can leave your doors unlocked, trust strangers, and fear nothing? Many may think this idea foalish, yet, when you contemplate it, it become a very real possibility, but only if we help one another.
What I want every pony to do, upon reading this, is hug the nearest somebody, whether they be pony, griffin, cow, buffalo, or as a friend of mine might say a huge, gigantic, terrible, enormous, teeth-gnashing, sharp scale-having, horn-wearing, smoke-snoring, could-eat-a-pony-in-one-bite, totally-all-grown-up dragon. Just walk over to them, show them this, and hug them.
If we all do this, just once, could you not see that the world as we know it, the world we all have to, whether we like it or not, occupy, as a friendlier place. In short I truly believe we could create a new world that is AWESOME.
I am not here today to tell you that you are bad, that you are a bad creature, no; I am here to say that we need to do more. Be better ponies, if I can become better, even though my very name is a play on the old phrase ‘never do well’, then surely we all can. If I, and others like myself, spend our every moment trying to protect the innocent, then certainly you can just be nice to each other.
I leave you today, in the hope I have brightened your view of the world, just remember, we can all do good, it is merely a choice.
Signing of, this is your chosen hero, spreading her chosen moral.
Mare Do Well
