Also, if you're also a football fan, PLEASE check out RandomExpert781's story, NELL: The Start of Longball; it's essentially a story regarding football in Equestria. HOWEVER, he's actually filling out the rosters with OCs (in addition to the characters from the show), and there's 16 teams...and as of when I'm typing this, I'm the only person he's been able to recruit. (My pony data: Name: Golden Flash; Number: 17; Position: WR, PRl Team: Ponyville Elements). If you're interested, please PM him ASAP. Please and thank you!

Author’s note: This is my first fanfic, and it would be a hyperbole to say that it is also a desperate attempt to make a vague idea into a story. Fortunately, that’s a detail that I don’t give a damn about; at least I have an idea. Nonetheless, some constructive criticism would be appreciated. Just don’t be a dick about it, aight?

Author's note: Just an fyi, this first chapter is essentially just a short background on my character (as you could infer from the title). This will not be the length of each chapter--you can expect more out of the chapters to come.

I moved to Ponyville for the sake of my sanity.

I never liked living in such a large city as Cloudsdale. I’ve never been very social, and whenever I would try, my diction would frequently lure my peers into a lexicological impasse. Case and point. Additionally, although my name and appearance accurately depicted my skill-set, they could not be more different from any reasonable depiction of my personality. However, my cutie-mark does do the latter justice, albeit I am more-or-less the only pony who understands it. My cutie-mark is a circle surrounding an upright triangle. How that is related to “Golden Flame” is just as cryptic as the pony who bears it: the circle and upright triangle are the alchemical symbols for gold and fire, respectively.

…I need to learn to not stray from a topic with such frequency.

During my stead in Cloudsdale -- which had encompassed the entirety of my life up to this point -- I’ve been miserable, despite having some features and ‘connections’ that some other ponies may envy. I am often reminded of being a skilled flier, but unlike most other pegasi, I...don’t necessarily care all too much for it.

Why? That’s a good question...and one I myself seek the answer to.

As a result, I wasn’t very keen when I was enrolled into the Junior’s Flight Academy. However, the Academy did help me in one area...and in no way was it flying. I met my only true friends there. Yep. All three of them. That’s it. I told you I was anti-social, did I not? If it weren’t for them, I would have never have gotten out of my shell...well, with them, at least.

And more so than anything else, it is because of them that I am moving my current residence to Ponyville...as that is where all three of them presently call home.

I pray that they remember me...