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// First Memory 
// Story: Enter: Fluttershy 
// by Kirbster 
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	A small, yellow-coated, pink-maned filly lay curled up on the floor, practically immobile after her long day of excitement and enjoyment. The young filly closed her eyes, before forcing them open again, letting herself get trapped in the long, winding staircase of this cycle for what felt like hours. Eventually, she couldn't fight the urge anymore, tumbling down the staircase into a deep sleep, and kept her eyes closed. A tall, lean mare with a light-pink coat and an equally light-blue mane sat over the small filly, stroking her mane gently with an expression of loving fondness. 

"H-huh," the filly let out, finally coming to after minutes of dozing. "Was I... Was I asleep?" she then asked.

"Yes," whispered the mare, her voice resonating with a tone of genuine caring that seemed nearly unreal, "but that's okay. You've had quite the day." While she continued to stroke the young pony's mane, her heart filled with a feeling of love and pride that she had only dreamed of feeling.

"Yeah..." said the filly, fondly remembering the events that took place in the day. The sleepiness invaded her voice and speech, and she began to doze off once more.

"Wait," started the mare, lowering herself even closer to the ground than she was previously, "Get on my back." With this command, the mare laid her long wings along the ground, attempting to grant easy access to the place she wished for the filly to go.

"Okay," the filly said, doing so, gingerly stepping on the mare's wings. A wince escaped the mare once the filly's hoof made full contact with her wing, but her pained expression was swiftly replaced with a warm smile in the direction of the filly. Upon reaching the back of the mare, the filly almost immediately fell asleep once again. Making sure not to awake the filly, the mare slowly walked, swaying her back as little as she could. When she reached the foot of the stairs, she stopped for a moment, thinking of what her plan of attack should be. Ever the clever one, the mare turned sideways and extended her wings outward to create a cradle. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, she resumed her journey and went back to her old, slow pace of travel.

"We're here," she said upon arrival to the young filly's room. The young filly slowly opened her eyes, trying to shake herself awake for a brief moment. She stared at the mare with half-closed eyes, who raised her glance and gave her a smile, before fluttering off the mare's back and onto her bed. When the filly was safely in the bed, the mare took the sheets with her mouth and covered the filly, so as to create an optimal sleeping environment.

Then, the mare started to walk away, before hearing "Wait," from the young filly's mouth.

"Yes?" asked the mare.

"Sing a lullaby for me," the filly requested in a childish pleading tone, ending her request with a pair of dog eyes and a "please?"

"You know I couldn't say no to you," the mare said, making her way back bedside. A quiet 'ahem' and a moment of silence preceded the lullaby.

"Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head," the mare began, her delicate voice resounding beautifully through the small room. The filly made gentle noises of satisfaction as she began to doze off yet again.

"Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed," the mare continued, the filly slowly entering sleep.

"Drifting off to sleep, the exciting day behind you." The filly was just about fully asleep.

"Drifting off to sleep, let the joy of dream land find you." Completely asleep.

The mare then fell silent. Her mouth continued to move, but her beautiful, sweet voice was replaced by a dead silence. As she silently sang, she began to disappear at a rapid rate. It was only seconds before she was no more.