So uhh... How do I begin? Heh. Well this is a little awkward. Well, I'll just start at my birth.

"Congratulations Mrs. Drop and Mr. shadow, a beautiful little colt!" That little colt, is, of course, me!

"What will this beauty's name be?" Giving my past-self to my mom, ahhh~ she was so much nicer back then~. I'm getting off track.

"His name will be--"

We are now en-route to 'a pony I don't know's’ village. The ‘M.A.P’ (Magic Apparatuscal Papyrus) didn’t send me but I stuck my middle hoof out to it in defiance and went anyway. Uhh... I don’t have my guide with me so I’ll give it back to you Harbringer.

Thank you Breeze, I’ll take it for a while.

“Mo~m! What’s taking so long~?” little Harbringer said, “Gild already left with dad, why can’t we go yet~?” This is true, Incase you future ponies are confused, today is the fateful day of the 'Our Town Little Killing. So you get to see all the little details I want to show you. Not the point.

Mom looked at her watch, which was a painted on, “A few more seconds dear.” 10...9...8...7...6... “Ok lets go now. Enough time has gone by.”

Dad and Gild wasn’t that far ahead. And... by weren’t far ahead, I mean they weren’t even ten hoofsteps out the side door. “Dad... Sis... are you kidding me?”

“Not at all. Why?” Dad flexed his leg muscles.

“We thought— I-I-I meant D-Dad thought it wo-would be fun to-to actually wait f-fo-for you two.” Gild stammered. “B-but I-I-I s-said...”

"W-Well darling, w-we certainly didn't intend to cause any disruptions to your charming little—"

"Good. Let's just make sure of that, shall we?" In the 'Cutie Mark Vault' with the cutie mark of multiple ponies, (Hey! I think I can see Harbringer's cutie mark!) [Not Important.] we are trapped. With Starlight with 'The Staff of Sameness' and the town residents to the rear. "It's a trap!" Well, not really, more of an ambush, but same context...I think. Well, either way, we wern't going anywhere, so with no choice, Twilight flew up but it gave Starlight the chance to 'un-cutie' her. Before doing the same to me and the others. I am not a pony...anymore... I do not have a cutie mark either way. So, if the mark can't be taken, it takes the closet thing to it. The life force. I think you can see the problem.

Author's Note

'Blue! Maker-damit! I was supposed to finish my little story! *sigh* at least it he story didn’t end with one of your...… *ahem* 'things', or an accident like falling down a cliff. I'll get sis to make the story then.’