3rd year, 220th day-

Those stupid, bigoted, hateful ponies!

How dare they? How dare they mock and humiliate her! They are not fit to walk upon the face of...!

Must...calm down, collect my thoughts...

The gala was supposed to be a grand night for the two of us. I had rented another tux and tails set, and Ditzy had rented a beautiful lavender evening gown. Daddy Doo, of course, was watching Dinky. Through a series of teleportation jumps, I got us from ponyville to the gala in a few short hours. We entered the royal palace with our heads held high, looking forward to an evening of fun with the highest ranking Ponies in all of Equestria. Many of my old school chums were here, and I had heard from Sky Runner that many of them still felt sorry for me for ending up in a dead-end place like Ponyville, and that my Career had stalled out. I wanted to show them the great Treasure I had found in the form of my family.

There are many tales of the Grand Galloping Gala being the place dreams are made... and none of them are true. Merely a bunch of boring old aristocrats talking about their money, wealth, and prestige. Ditzy and I tried to start a slow dance to the music a few times, but she kept trotting on my back hooves. Realizing we weren't having any fun, Ditzy trotted off to the Buffet table to plunder the stack of muffins there, whilst I went to look through the gallery of royal treasures.

That place never ceases to amaze me... the huge collection of artifacts from Equestria's history they have there! I passed in front of a case displaying a genuine wizard's hat that once belonged to Starswirl the bearded... I personally thought the bells were a nice touch. Then I passed by Princess Luna's old chariot of Midnight... I would love to ride around on that thing. But instead of having Pegasus pulling it, I would have a set of four dragons pulling it- a bit garish, I know, but it would be an amazing visual effect.

Ahead of me, I saw a statue resembling the constellation, Orion. It was one of the most fantastic creatures from all equestrian mythology... a centaur! Oh such a magnificent beast, a perfect synthesis of half pony, and half... something else. But the interesting difference between ponies and centaurs is that the latter have hands, and can do a great many things ponies cannot do with there hooves alone. If I were any creature but a Pony, I would be one of them! Though... maybe with a pair of Bison horns, I think.

Realizing I had been away from Ditzy for far too long, I trotted my way back towards the party. There, I found many of my old friends from the university in a circle around Ditzy, laughing. Ah, they had found her... that would save me the trouble of a whole series of introductions. At first I thought that maybe Booker had made another one of his horrible jokes from our school days, and everypony was laughing at that. But as I drew closer, I noticed that they were all laughing, while Ditzy was crying! To add salt on the wound, I saw Sky Runner, my so-called best friend, standing right next to the ponies that had made her cry!

Furious, I used my Unicorn magic to levitate a punch bowl over their heads, and dump it on the whole lot of them. I then quickly teleported Ditzy out of there, and we quickly galloped away from the Gala. Ditzy didn't stop crying until we reached home. I know how she feels... this was supposed to be our one special night away, and those fools ruined it for us. Just because Ditzy was different! Just because she didn't match their vision of perfection!

Idiots! Cowards! I'll show them the true meaning of Perfection...

3rd year, 240th day-

I've done it! I've found the flashstone!

It was right where the ancient texts said it would be, buried deep under the spot the king of the Penna had buried it after Squirk's defeat, all of those millennia ago! How stupid of us Ponies to be sitting on top of all that power this whole time, and not even realize it was there! I rush back to my laboratory within our house, and lock myself away for hours... I must discover it's secrets!

As I examine the large red stone, I find what I have is only half of the original Flashstone... apparently the Penna didn't trust to leave the stone intact, powerful as it was. Celestia knows where the other Half is, probably buried somewhere deep beneath the waves, or perhaps even still in Squirk's possession. But through studying the part that I do possess, I've discovered the magical process by which the stone taps the world's negative energy. And I believe I can duplicate the effect with a powerful spell! I will be able to create a rainbow of darkness, that draws on the world's hate, misery, and suffering- and converts it into raw magical energy to shape as the user sees fit!

Ditzy is soon knocking on the door to my lab telling me supper is ready. I stick the Flashstone away, and go to join Dinky and her at the table. I say nothing of my discovery, my family does not need to be troubled by such things. The next day, I take the stone back to the spot I had first found it, and bury it deep beneath the soil. Let some other pony make an academic name for himself by finding the thing- I have what I came for.

I plan to spend my spare time trying to create the rainbow of darkness- a band of raw negative energy, that draws negative energy into it- and as I tap this power, I begin to realize more and more how much of a fool I was to fear this power. The darkness is not corrupting my mind... on the contrary, I can see things more clearly than ever before! Those who threaten my family, who mock and jeer at my beloved wife and daughter, are jealous of the perfection I see in Ditzy and Dinky. They claim my family is imperfect, as a way of covering their own imperfections!

It is clear to me now that Pony society must change... and I am just the Unicorn to change it! Only then will this world be a safe place for Ditzy and Dinky, only then will my family not be a victim of other ponies cruelty. But for now, I must turn my attention to the approaching family reunion. I must put on a smile, and deal with an angry mother-in-law who hates me, for the imperfections she projects on me.