        I wish I had never left, but what is done cannot be undone.  When had she gone from the idyllic filly to the cynical mare?  She didn’t know how it had happened.  Probably it had happened slowly, one small decision after another, slowly building, until she found herself here, trapped alone in her stone prison.  Or maybe it had been all at once: even after a thousand years, the memory of the look of fear and betrayal on Luna’s face hurt, a deep scar on her heart that would never heal.  