Whence the fateful night of the Eclipse. Whence banished for a thousand years. Whence defeated by Twilight and the True Elements of Harmony. Whence the nightmares that ravage thine subjects, raked with fear, have withers to cry against knowing thine Princess familiar with all pain and suffering indeed shares tears with them. For trouble hearted turn not to innocence, but to the bold and strong - forged by the misery of the world.
Never we are an instant, but thine heart a sum off all thou has been through.