Prologue/ Story: The Change/ by PowerLine

I remember that day distinctly. I certainly do not want to remember it, but the harder I try to forget it, it just comes back with an unstoppable and rebellious force. I wish I could tell you more and tell you who I am, but now is not the time, nor the place. The time I have to write this is quite short, and a lot shorter time than I would really like to admit. All I can tell you now is that it happened. I was quite the fateful day for me, and perhaps for the town as well...
I was so excited that day, to go on a great adventure with the one that I had trusted down to the core. I was ready to go anywhere with that pony; it was a secret where we were going anyway. However, the day ceased without resolution and without reason.
The trust I had in that pony was the thing that kept me going day and night, and helped me through some pretty tough times as well. That trust that I thought I had was crushed, and thrown into a ditch. The fact that I had even had a shred of trust at all makes me cringe. This fateful day had created so many feelings inside of me; excitement, fear, and most of all, anger.