Trailer For The Next Chapter of Lost Reflections

Dinky’s head hurt.
She didn’t want to rub the side of it. She was afraid what might happen.
Her fetlock had some sort of tube attached to it by a plaster.
It worried her that it might be inside her. It worried her more that she couldn’t feel it.
Her throat was dry.
Her muzzle felt blocked.
Many concerns and uneases swirled round her mind but the first and foremost was the greatest worry.
Where was her mummy?
The door in the hospital room clicked open and Dinky half-expected the lovable wall-eyed pegasus she called ‘momma’ to walk in and give her a hug and maybe a muffin.
But it was almost as nice.
Sparkler had arrived.
“Hi Dinks.” her face had specks of worry under her warm smile and slightly reddened eyes.
“Sparkie!” Dinky squeaked happily before coughing.
“You okay? Here.” she hoofed over a flask of orange juice.
“Thanks so much, Sparkie.” the little filly took some grateful swigs of juice and tried to settle down “How long have I been in hospital?”
“Uh, no more than a day. They’ll probably let you out soon.”
“Is momma coming?”
Sparkler gave an awkward glance then leaned forward, looking Dinky in the eyes.
“Look...I’m not gonna’ lie, Dinks. When you got sick...mom didn’t take it well. She’s at home but don’t worry. I’ll let her know you’re okay right away.”
Dinky felt her hooves clutch the blankets slightly. Shuddering, she ignored Sparkler who shut a window to her right with some care.
“Don’t want you to get cold. Weather’s all over the place recently. First, it’s hot, then it’s cold. I think it’s ‘cause of Equestrian armies going to and fro. Pegasi and sky chariots and stuff.”
“Uh-huh...Thanks, Sparky...” Dinky was quiet, gloom setting into her shoulders and throat, looking small and sounding quiet.
Sparkler gave the window an adjust, as if she was worried it might crack.
Then the young lilac unicorn ruffled the straw-coloured mane of her adopted sister.
“Don’t worry, Dinky. I’ll tell mum you’re ready to see her. Might be a well but she’ll be really happy to know you’re okay.” She gave her a smile. She left her the juice cup on the bedside desk.
“Be back soon. Try to get some rest.”

The door closed lightly as Dinky found herself alone in the room.
The button beside her bed would summon a nurse. At the moment, she had her juice and her head felt a little better. She didn’t like to be a bother. She’d picked it up from her mother.
Her father on the other hoof...
She wondered how long it had been since she’d seen them...how long it felt like.
She tugged the covers over her shoulders. Strangely, she was starting to feel chilly even with the windows closed.
Her ears twitched.
It was the most peculiar feeling but she could swear she heard heavy breathing.
From the right side of her face.
“...You have your mother’s mane...”
Dinky gasped, gripping the covers. She’d heard a voice, she was certain of it.
An old mare’s.
One that sounded hoarse and croaky, full of bile and decay...
Yet strangely familiar.
She looked to her left, seeing only the bedside desk and all the nick-nacks upon it.
Then she looked to her right.
She nearly fainted dead away.
Staring at her through the window with sickly, boggling eyes was a face quite literally out of her nightmares.
No...not her nightmares.
Her memories.
She remembered.
She remembered the look, the voice, everything.
The angry words. The horrid scowls. The sharp crack of the riding crop, her mother crying out in agony as each one landed.
She whispered fearfully, her shivering body locked in place, terrified out of her wits.
“I...know you...”
With a slow, unsettling crease stretching across her face, Countess Magnifying Glass gave a menacing grey grin.
“My, my...how you have grown.”

Comments

[Bronycommander]

Nice! The start reminds me of how She wakes up in the Hospital at the end of my Stories. The Ending, of how Skull face met venom snake First.