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// Chapter 1-Apple Bloom 
// Story: The Green Angel 
// by LordOfCringe 
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I wake up in a void. An incomprehensible blackness surrounds me. Fear washes through my mind. A chilling feeling in this cold place. I have no idea where I am. I breathe in and out slowly in an attempt to calm myself down. I take note of each of my body parts.
Two arms. Five fingers. Two legs. So on and so forth. I count everything to make sure I am all there. And I am. Green skin, red hair and all. I sigh in relief, then resolve to figure out where I am, exactly.
Last thing I remember the world had gotten really hot all of a sudden and Granny had collapsed and fallen to the floor. I had run out to find my siblings to get them to help. But then...nothing.
I look around again to make sense of my surroundings. And sure enough, there was no change, just an endless black void. The ground seems solid enough though and I stand up cautiously. I begin walking forward out of a lack of anything else to do. I can hear my footsteps, though they make an echoey sound. 
“I don’t think I’m dead, so that’s a good thing at least….” I say to myself. Unease fills me like water rushing into a bottle. Where was everybody? And how did I get here? I am not answered but I keep compulsively moving forward. To where I have no idea.
I continue on with one foot in front of the other.. Step by step through the ink. Utterly alone. My mind begins to wonder. I was never much of a singer, but no one is here to judge me. So I sing the songs my family taught me. Songs of the country and the farm. The melody pours out into the void and is drunken up by its embrace.
My unease is replaced with a deep sadness. One I can’t explain right now. My pace slows and I stop singing. 
“Where am I and where are you…” I say about my family. 
Just as a tear escapes down my face I am suddenly jolted from my thoughts as I begin to fall. The floor disappeared beneath me. I fall fast and my surroundings begin to change. Black becomes blue as I plummet from the sky towards...  CHS? 
I am not left in my confusion for long as I hit the ground beside the horse statue with a surprisingly small amount of force. I pick myself up and dust myself off. Perhaps the void and burning world from before was some sort of bizarre daydream? I don’t think I had a lot of sugar last night…
“Hey Apple Bloom!” a familiar voice says behind me, “You ok?”
“Ya, I just tripped a little,” I say without wanting to. My body moves without my input and I swing around to see Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle standing there. My body walks over to them with a skip in its step. I am not in control of myself at all.
“So AB, did you do the thing last night like you said?” Sweetie Belle says excitedly.
“Ya I made the account and posted the Piggly Wiggly thing, just as planned. I hope this works.” as soon as my body says that a jolt of realization courses through me. I remember this. This is when I made a Mystable account called Anon-A-Miss to try and frame Sunset Shimmer for posting everyone’s secrets. It was not my proudest moment…
But that happened over a year ago now. This had to be a memory. One this...whatever it was...was forcing me to relive. I am powerless as my body flows through the motions and enters Canterlot High School. Like last time my body leaves my two friends and runs towards my sister to tell her about the post.
"Sis! SIS!" my body shouts, getting her attention. "You gotta see this!" My body then shoves my phone towards Applejack. "LOOK!"
Applejack takes my phone and reads the recent post from the Anon-A-Miss page. As she reads the text, Applejack's expression changes from confusion to shock. I know how this will end. I know the pain and misery I will inflict upon not just my sister, but everyone at CHS.
And I am forced to watch every moment of it. Unable to change anything from inside my own meat suit of a body. From when I watch Sunset get rejected by the Rainbooms. To when Sunset breaks down and cries from all the teasing and harassment. I can only look on and hear my past self tell my friends how well their plan is going. It makes me sick to my stomach. 
It takes a week of reliving the greatest mistake of my life until my body finally approaches the Cafe where it all ended last year. My body, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo gather outside to discuss what they were about to do.
“It’s time guys...we’ve gone way too far,” Scootaloo says. My body agrees wholeheartedly. But Sweetie Belle isn’t so sure.
“We don’t have to say anything...we can just delete the account and act like nothing happened.”
“No Sweetie. This was our mistake and we need to fess up to it. Besides, it looks like Sunset is in there right now anyway…” My body says. And with that, the three of them enter the Cafe to confess. 
The place is just as I remember it, that is probably the point. But I remember this event like it was yesterday. The door is as green as a forest. The walls are a bizarre but homely off white. I drink in every inch my body lets me see. We approach the Rainbooms, seated at one of the tables. Sunset is there like before trying one last time to convince her former friends that she was innocent of being Anon-A-Miss. And just as she is about to reveal that she thinks me and my friends are the true culprits, we beat her to the punch.
“It was us.” we all say. Shame dripping from our voices. I can’t help but feel a bit of pride in my past self for fessing up finally, if a week late. And as this plays out the Cafe dissolves around me. The walls melt back into the ink. The floor disappears from under me again. But now, this time, I accept the void. It is a nice change from the pain of my past. And I fall into the emptiness below.
I fall for what seems an eternity and a second. I try and take the opportunity to think about what just happened to me. But before I can complete the thought I hit a solid surface again. This time, it really does hurt.
“Ow…” I exclaim to the void. I get up and shake myself off. I seem to once again be in control of my actions, good. That is an experience I do not want to repeat any time soon…
I begin to walk forward again. This time however I can see a small light in the distance. I am drawn toward it like a moth to a lamp. Like a river to an ocean. A soul to heaven. With each step, the light grows in intensity. But it seems almost familiar. Warm in a way. As if it was something inside me all along. 
In this stupor, I almost don’t notice images appear beside me on both sides. But when I do look over to them I see that they are also memories, played out to me almost like TV. There are good ones. There are bad ones. Times I lied or cheated to get my way. But I also see other times where I helped people in need. But then I see Anon-A-Miss again and I stumble and shudder at the sight. However, something keeps me going upon the path towards the Light. 
I want to move forward. I want to see this through. Whatever kind of test this is. Whatever further trials I face I will power through them. Like my sister would, a pang of sadness returns at the thought of her. One I suppress quickly. I am close enough to the light now that it almost blinds me. 
I put a hand up to shield my vision. But as I get closer it dims again. Almost like it adjusted to me. Like it was commanded by me in some primordial way. I move my hand away again and look at the source of this light. 
It is a small orb. No larger than a golf ball. It floats in the void peacefully. In a serene state. The closer I get the warmer I feel in the presence of this thing. This...spark. 
I am only a few steps from the orb now. A mere arm’s length from it. I am unsure of what to do next. But then something asks the unspoken question for me. 
“Do you accept the Burden?” a voice from the void asks. It sounds like the first dew of spring. A breeze of contentment. Kind and overwhelming. I do not know what this Burden is, but I know somehow that this is the reason I was forced to watch Anon-A-Miss again. Why I was forced to relive that horrible mistake. This is what the voice was testing me for. 
“Do you accept the Burden?” the voice asks again. No less kind than before, though I can distinguish it as a distinctly female voice this time. I mull over this choice set out before me. Whatever this Burden was, it was worth putting me through that test. And for a moment I am unsure still. But then my subconscious moves for me. And my arm reaches for the orb. The spark.
I have it hovering right above my hand, its energy seems almost alive. I have made my decision.
“I do. Winds of Change.” I say, not knowing how I know that name.
I grasp the orb and squeeze. Its power overwhelming me. Like a thousand suns and a million storms. I can’t help but let out a scream as my world is consumed in Light.