'Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.' A valid notion, and yet... I had to wonder, was it something I could achieve? Was I even worthy of the help of those great souls around me? The more time I spent in this world, the more I learned, the more I realized how exceptional my new friends were. I'd known, even early on that they were special, but it was only after I truly began to understand this world that I knew how much.

The great deeds they had performed, the lives they had saved, the lives they had mended. Faced with that, how could I expect to be important enough to help? How I could I even pretend to be important enough to occupy the time of those who toppled giants and vanquished demons?

But then I was just overwhelmed by all of it. It wasn't that I was an unworthy cause, to their eyes. But to my own, everything that I had know, had been, paled in comparison to what they had done in any given day, to say nothing of what they'd done when lives were on the line. And I? I was a horse. I was, better, now, than I had been, even when they'd found me, after I got here...

I guess my real problem was that I felt like I was wasting their time, like I was doing something, just by being here, that was stopping them from doing the things that made them great, made their peers love them, made the world respect them. Because I was a horse.

But not really. Not anymore, it was something I was telling myself despite all the evidence I'd seen to the contrary.

It was something I was telling myself so that I could justify not asking for help, to go back and get her and bring her back with me. Because I was afraid. I sighed, paced back and forth along the bottom floor of the library.

Afraid, fear, terror. Words. Words for feelings of which I was intimately familiar, even before. Especially before. I was afraid of going back. I was afraid of turning back into what I was, forgetting what happened here. Afraid she wouldn't come with me. Afraid she wouldn't change like I did. I was afraid, if I asked for help, they would say no.

I was even more afraid that they would say yes.

And yet, deep down, I feared that they would say yes, and leave me behind. I was little more than a child in their eyes, even if they tried to include me in less childish pursuits. I was the feral child who made it to adulthood, I was an enigma. They must have thought I was mentally handicapped.

Maybe they were right, or maybe It was just all the concepts I had swirling around my head didn't have an outlet that I could share with them. Locked into my own mind, but not. No, enough got through, I was normal enough but not normal enough, all at once. Just a little bit--

"Maggie?" Twilight said suddenly from behind me. She must have heard me pacing a smooth spot into the wooden floor of her home, "You alright? You're kinda wearing out my floor there." I imagined she smiling, but it was that kind of smile you reserve for the intoxicated, the senile, or the young. At least my paranoid frame of mind made it seem like that.

I flinched and stopped walking, turned to face her. Her eyebrow was raised and her head was tilted, smirk no-where in sight. Just being paranoid. Was it something I could ask her to do? Could I just... explain it, from the beginning?

"Twilight, I..." I started, frowned, and started pacing again. "when you... found me... I am not, I was not..." I struggled, trying to think of the right words to use.

I heard the soft beat of her footsteps, felt her forehoof on my shoulder, and a caring smile on her face. She nodded, I sat.

"I don't think I am from here. Not... from equestria... no," I struggled for the word, "Not from this... planet? no, world! I am from... Where I am from we don't talk, or think." I winced, thinking back on that time, and how I was right after, "we don't... do this, we are... less. Our lives are small, eat, walk, run, breed."

I could sense her blush against my neck, she'd started to hug me at some point, I blinked away tears I didn't know I had been shedding, shook my head a little, and took a step back. "I have... I had..." I took a deep breath as the words refused to come out, I closed my eyes and then opened them again, "Where I came from, that place... I had a foal. I have... a daughter."

The dam broke, the hard part was over, I grit my teeth and took a step forward, do or die, now or never. Say it maggie! "I want to go back and get her."

Twilight stayed frozen in front of me, her lips frozen as the full weight of what I said hit her, I could see in her eyes the doubt, the rejection. She wasn't going to help me, she was... going to understand me for the freak that I was, finally. Not a child, not an adult, just defective, just--

"Okay. We... Yeah, we'll find a way Maggie, all of us. I'll get the girls together, send a few letters. We'll figure this out, we'll get her back for you..." She trailed off at the end, her comforting smile started to slip as she looked away, "nobody should have to be alone."

Author's Notes:

We are approaching a time when things happen.