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// Catching Up 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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Reality crumbling. There was no better way for her to describe it. There most likely was a better way to describe it, but she couldn't come up with one, and she most certainly didn't have the time to think about it. That was what it felt like to her, and how she thought of it in her mind. Her reaction was primal, purely instinctual reeling. She ran away, wanting nothing more and nothing else than to get as far away from the fading edges of existence as she could. Where she couldn't see them or hear them or feel them, where life could continue on undisturbed as it was supposed to.
She did not care for what she passed by as she ran. She did not care for who she left behind as she did. It was all meaningless. Shards and fragments of a life that was being torn to shreds and that would soon be gone completely. It didn't matter. Staying behind would just mean seeing it all fall apart, seeing the strings as they were cut, and she did not wish that. She did not wish to acknowledge any of that. She wanted out, away, back someplace else. Somewhere safe, something stable, a place to forget again and relearn everything again. Another prison, but not release from the one she was in, not that, it terrified her. The fear of loss and its acknowledgement scared her so much more than loss itself that she abandoned it all in search of a replacement.
And a replacement she did find. A way to escape. A light in the growing darkness spreading quickly all around her, above the ground fading beneath her feet. A single light, up in the sky, and she reached out to it. She fell in it, like down a well, through a waterfall, cleansed of her memories again, again born anew, again at peace. She landed in a field. Green, short grass, mountains in the distance, the Sun bright in the clear blue sky painted only by a few beautifully white clouds, the breeze gentle, the temperature pleasant. Flowers, just a few, placed around in the field. Stable. Real to her mind, no lurking madness and undoing in sight.
It would come. What had brought her there knew it could not keep her there long. That was of no issue. It was merely a passage, a simple stage between two scenes, a pause. She would move on again. She would forget again. She would be happy again, another play, another place, another life. The field would be destroyed as the reality she'd left behind had been, and that was no issue. She'd be taken far away, without a way to track her from there. She would be safe.
For the time, she simply wandered the field. No need to justify anything, as everything was justified in itself. She watched and she breathed in the air, and the Sun was pleasant and the grass green and there were no questions in her mind.