I feel if you are going to understand the adventures of our misfit band you need to know more about us. To begin I will explain my life and how this all started.

I lived for a large portion of my life as a resident of Stable 24. My mother was the Overmare and my father died two months after I was born. Many say my father's soul was taken away from him because his filly was born blood red.

I try not to think too much about what actually happened. All I know is my mother was devastated by the loss of her faithful companion in life. I believe one day they will see each other again on another plane of existence.

The day I was born my job had already been determined even though I was many years from getting my cutie mark. As the Overmare’s daughter I would naturally grow up to take over as the next Overmare.

I was put under more stress than most people thought a filly could handle. I was expected to be the most well behaved and beloved member of the stable. I hated all of the pressure that my mother dropped onto me.

There are upsides to being the Overmare’s little filly. I could get away with almost anything you could imagine of doing in the stable. It has always been a limited list. I tried my hoof at anything my mother would allow.

When no one was watching I got away with things that most anypony would be punished for doing. Although most of the time I just sat in my room and read any book I could get my hooves on. Downside to being a bookworm was all the other ponies teased me even though they knew I was the Overmare’s daughter. The blood red of my coat didn’t do me any favors.

My social problems didn’t stop at being bullied by the others. Most ponies avoided me out of fear that I was a devil spawn or something ridiculous like that. You could imagine how hard it was for me to make friends.

I always had one friend who was near and dear to me. We met in school because no pony would be our partners. Fate decided that I would need at least one friend so I wouldn’t go insane. He was a pegasus pony and I was, well am a unicorn. Our differences drew us together to become almost inseparable best friends.

We were only allowed to see each other when someone was watching us, In stable 24 it wasn’t hard to have somepony nearby at all times. When we were young we didn’t understand why, but as we grew up we slowly started to grasp why we couldn’t have time together that wasn’t under constant supervision.

I was thankful to hear him announce one day in front of at least half the ponies in the stable that he only had eyes for stallions. After his bold statement we were allowed to be alone with very little attention. It wouldn't have mattered if we spent time together we would never get that close.

One of the things we had in common was neither of us like ponies of the opposite gender. A secret that I swore to myself I would take to the grave in the stable. It didn’t matter for long as we both got jobs and got to see each other less and less.

I shadowed my mom to see exactly what I would need to do as the Overmare.

My best friend, Onyx Star was a general repair stallion who worked in maintenance and knew a thing or two about the Pipbucks every pony had. The family of the Overmare had a better more well designed version of the Pipbuck, the Pipbuck 3000.

One day out of the blue Onyx started acting out of the ordinary. He was always on edge like he knew something bad was about to happen. We talked and he said everything was fine and that he was okay “just a little sleep deprived is all”.

I blew it off like it was nothing. The next day I found a note had been slipped underneath my door. Onyx had left me a note detailing how he planned to escape the stable.

I was petrified that my friend would even think of leaving after the horror stories we had been told about the outside. I hid the note from prying eyes as I planned to leave the stable and go find my friend.

I walked the halls of the stable towards the armory. On the way I found Onyx’s Pipbuck lying on the ground. I levitated it up and turned it on to see if he had left me anything else. The only note on the Pipbuck detailed the code to the stable door. The code, as he stated was MMLM3602. I picked up the pace to almost a gallop as I headed for the armory.

When I arrived at the armory the whole room had been either burned or destroyed leaving only a small revolver and a box of ammo for it. I quickly pocketed both items before gaping in awe at the feat my friend had accomplished.

Guard ponies approached at a rapid gallop. I stood there looking as stunned as I could to avoid getting in trouble. I knew that I had to go find my friend.

Armed with the code to the stable door, a .32 revolver and ammo I made plans to escape the stable under the cover of darkness.

I packed as many supplies as I could. At about midnight I made my way for the stable door. I had to pick a few locks with a bobby pin and screwdriver so I could escape.

I broke one bobby pin breaking into the clinic so I could liberate a few health potions that I might need more than the ponies of stable 24. Inside was also a box of bobby pins which I helped myself too.

I reached the door of the stable and input the code. With a loud roar the door to the stable began to open. An alarm rang alerting every pony to my presence. Their galloping sounded fast, at this point I figured they knew just who was opening the door. I barricaded the doors with anything I could so no pony could try to stop me.

As I walked out the door I turned to see my mother trying to open the door to get to me. Her efforts were futile as my makeshift barricade held her back . I levitated a rock over the button to close the door and let it fall. I gave my mother an apologetic look to let her know it wasn’t her fault I was leaving. I lowered my gaze suppressing the tears and turned to leave my home forever.