Chapter 1:
I walked out of the hospital without saying goodbye. I had only stayed for a short explanation of what happened to me, ignoring doctors and paperwork, leaving wordlessly. I just wanted to leave. From what I know, I can’t do much but walk slowly. I can’t even talk. I was awake, and that was all that mattered. It still matters now, though I wish I could tell others to go away.
“Where are you going?” a pink pony asks, bouncing after me. “You have so much to see!”
I scowl. Can’t she see I don’t want to talk to her?
“Hey, I just want to be your friend.” she smiles. “Making friends are what I do best.” She stops abruptly. “Oh yeah, my name is Pinkie Pie. Silly how I didn’t mention it before, but I’ve just been dying to talk to you, friend.”
Two donkeys walk by. One says, “Now Pinkie, we don’t want this to happen again.” He chuckles.
I continue walking on, questioning myself on what my own name is. Nopony knew at the hospital, so it was a shame when I said even I didn’t know.
The bright colors, they hurt.
“Pinkie,” a familiar voice suddenly yells. “Stop! They’ve barely been awake an hour!”
That voice was the pony who woke me up, or at least that’s what I was told.
She stops, frowning. That frown looks so foreign on her, like it almost never happens. “Oh,” she says. “I am sorry.”
The pony who woke me up, a purple unicorn, comes up to me and says, “I’m so sorry. Pinkie is just so. . .” She shakes her head. “Pinkie just wants to be your friend. And maybe you can be friends. But I know you just woke up. . .”
I’m already sick of this. I head on, hoping to ignore everyone.
*
I can’t believe how long it took me to walk to a forest. I have no idea what’s inside of or beyond it, but it must be better than this Ponyville.
“Are you leaving already?” an unfamiliar pony asks. This pony is dark red, with a light pink mane. “Do you need anything?”
I don’t know how to respond, so I continue on into the forest.
“Hey, do you want some cake?” she aska. “It’s really good.” She walks up to me (how I loathe her speed), a determined expression on her face, a plate in her hoof. Sitting on that plate is what must be the most delicious looking piece of cake I’ve ever seen. Wait, I haven’t eaten in. . .
And we’re back on square one, where I realize I woke up and don’t know anything about myself, with no clues from others, either. I exist, but I am just a backdrop, almost nothing, hardly needed. When I don’t even know my own name, does food matter?
“It’s chocolate with vanilla frosting,” she says. “You can have it all, or we can share.”
I dig into the cake without thinking, gobbling down every crumb. I wish I could just eat this cake forever, never have to deal with anything else.
“Hey, I’m glad you like it.” She smiles. “My name’s Rain. I don’t know why my name is that, considering I look like the exact opposite of rain. It sounds nice though, doesn’t it?”
I nod.
“Anyway, if you’re leaving, can I go with you?”
I wipe some frosting out of my mane. She was so nice by giving me cake, but I can’t let her go with me. It hurts to shake my head, no.
“That’s fine,” she says. “I’ll probably see you again, anyway. I just love traveling! So if you do see me again, will you at least come and spend a little more time with me. Maybe I’ll even give you some more cake.” Rain smiles, waving goodbye, turning back to Ponyville. “And I almost always have cake with me. If I don’t, Celestia can damn me.” Then, Rain is gone.
I feel a tear at my eye for some reason, but I quickly wipe it away. I need to get going before the sun goes down. I head into the forest, unsure
of what to anticipate. I try to be prepared for anything, but that’s almost as hard as remembering who I am.
OK, I slept by a tree close to Ponyville. Still, it was getting dark, and I was so tired. But it’s morning now, light’s everywhere, and I’m refreshed for my journey.
But what am I going on a journey for? Is it to find out who I am? To get away from Ponyville? Are my legs possessing me to walk? Hey, that unicorn could have messed something up when she woke me up. And if she did, what might happen to me?
What did she wake me up from? I wish I knew.
I make it to a river, looking in the water. I’m a grey filly, grey everywhere: Mane, tail, body, eye color (except for the whites), horn. What’s it supposed to mean? I’m just a colorless filly who doesn’t know anything. I have a horn, but magic? No. I, for now, am a big of pile of nothing. I let the tears fall this time.
I take a long drink, planning to follow the river to wherever it leads me. I suddenly feel my hoof slip. I can’t stop it, and I fall into the river. I can’t swim, so I frantically try to stay afloat. I see two ponies on some sort of vehicle in the distance, and try to get them to notice me. Can they see me? I try to scream, hoping I can talk again. Water rushes into my mouth, and I feel myself pull under. Wait, did they see me? I see one of them pointing to what must be me. The water engulfs me completely, pulling me down. They had to see, they just had to.