What's past is prologue
She was doomed. Utterly, totally, and completely doomed. All she'd wanted to do was help, and now she was in so much trouble! She raced along the forest floor, looking high and low.
'Papa is gonna banish me!' the white filly with the pink mane thought. 'Or throw me in a dungeon!' Celestia jerked to a halt, her hooves skidding a few inches on the grass. "Or banish me and throw me into a dungeon in the place he banished me to!"
A few sleepy mares and stallions looked up at her outburst. Celestia winced, forcing a small smile onto her lips as she edged by the ponies. As soon as she'd rounded the next tree, she began ra