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// I can't remember... 
// Story: October 
// by Khanathara 
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The mare woke with a splitting headache, the light to bright, and not a memory to find in her head. She felt a slight sting in her side, a notice that her wing wanted her to get off of it, and so she stood. She shook her head to try and clear it, only to stop as her horn struck something.

Lifting her head she saw a table on its side, the item her horn had struck. Looking around the room she saw the entire place was a wreck. Tables and chairs strewn about the place, a bar she thought. But something felt off, she couldn't place it aside from it was something to do with her right eye. Across the room from her she saw a curiosity, a mirror.

She walked toward it to look at herself, maybe get an idea of what her name was. In the mirror she saw her broken reflection with pieces missing from it. She saw an alicorn, but that was already obvious to her. What wasn't was that her coat was lavender, she had a dark navy mane that was messy and unorganized with multiple streaks of pink an violet in it, her tail matching her mane.

She tilted her head to the side so that she could see her right eye. What she saw was a scar running from the base of her horn to the bottom of her chin, right through her eye which had clearly been cleaved in half and improperly healed with magic. It was an orb of milky white, her iris on the two halves misaligned by a centimeter.

Unsure if that was new or old she let it be, and she still was unable to remember her name.

Taking a closer look around the bar it looked like a struggle had happened. Only long ago as there was black dust everywhere, her hoofprints and where she was laying the only clear spots.

She decided to think, to try to figure out what had happened. Starting with her eye.



She sat and thought for an unknown amount of time. No one came into the bar and no one left.

She suddenly heard a sound like breaking glass and turned quickly to face the mirror. Only to find it unchanged.

Then her vision went black...



She was standing in a city. Large white towers lined with gold surrounded her, it was peaceful...

Serene.

But then the silence was broken by a war cry. 

Turning to face it all she saw was cyan fur and a flash of steel, and her binocular vision was once again monocular.

And she woke



When she woke she found her hooves clutching her head as if in agony. Her headache worse.

But she gained a memory, an idea of what might have happened. So she walked to the door, went outside, and froze at what she saw....