I am handsome. I am talented. I am modest and very honest. Clearly I am gods gift to humanity... just look at the halo hovering above my devil horns... ignore that last part.
One will alway see the sky and wish to touch it. To soar like the thousands who do it everyday. Naive to the gift they have been blessed with. But what will one Earth pony be willing to do to fly like his heros?
I spread my wings and flew. My fire dosed by the storm inside of me. I had a family. A small nest to call my own. A home. And they were all taken from me. Taken by those who feared us. Who despised us for what we weren’t.