It was the usual kind of bright, summer’s day out there, not very far from Ponyville. The blinding sun was at its peak, but its rays were disturbed a little by the dozens of small clouds that lazily hovered above. Birds gently chirped in the nearby trees, their serenades showcasing the soft beauty of nature. In contrast to them was me: the embodiment of nature’s most intense and awesome capabilities.
I simply stood by a pond in solitude, meditating on what lie ahead. The only things I had with me were my hungry determination and my silent confidence, and the only sounds that came from me were those of my breathing lungs a