I woke up in a log cabin. My head is almost completely wrapped in gauze, except over my eyes and horn. I can barely turn my neck enough to see the whole room. And I've got such a headache... And I don't remember exactly how I got it.
I try to lift my hoof to feel my forehead, but it was clamped down onto the bed-like structure. This made me panic a bit, which only made my headache worse. I attempt to take another glance around the building to see if I had company. Nopony was there. So I gave up and laid back. I now ponder upon how I got in this predicament. How did I hit my head? Why am I here? Where is this? Why am I fixed down on this bed? Why can't I remember? I'm only inducing more pain on my head.
And even more questions dawn on me as an old stallion slowly walks into the house. Something about his movements suggests that he doesn't want to cause any harm to me, but he's probably expecting me to be cautious.
"Where am I?"
The old stallion chuckled, "Son, you are safe, that's where you are. And the sooner you rest some more, the sooner you can return to your duties around here."
"What?" So I lived here? That seems kind of unbelievable, but I can't remember anything before... whatever hit me, so I guess I'll go along. "I live here?"
"Yes sir, you do."
"Who are you?" I say without hostility, but rather curiousity.
"You don't remember me? Aww, that's a bummer. Well, I'm the village's elder."
"Elder?" I reply weakly. "Where is this?"
"Ahh, I see you really don't remember anything, huh? Okay. Well, you're in my village. You were born and raised here by your parents, who are over in the next cabin. They're worried sick about you."
"Can I see them? Can you bring them... here?"
"Yes, that can be done. I'll be right back."
With that, the elder turned and exited the doorway. When he was gone, I lay my head back and take a deep breath. Whew. I forgot all about my home village, my parents, my elder, my friends -- My life, pretty much. Remembering by having an old stallion tell you is more painful than you can think, both mentally and physically.
When he returns, he has not two but three other ponies following suit behind him. One of them was a dark blue unicorn stallion, the other a lavender-colored pegasus. The sea green filly below them caught my eye the most, however, for reasons unknown: probably because she's kind of cute. They all have worried expressions on their faces, which melt away to happiness when their eyes met mine. Apparently I had a vacant expression on mine, for my two parents had again dropped their previous gesture and replaced once more with worry.
I don't recognize any of them! Maybe that little girl, I've met before, but those two grown-ups... Who are they!? I can honestly say that I don't know them.
"Mom? Dad?"
They nodded, struggling to hold back what I could only conceive to be fake tears. "Son... ... ... you look horrible." Is all they had to say.
The filly, on the other hand, has walked up to the bedside and stepped up to talk inches away from my broken face. Gazing into her large pupils had me mesmerized for a moment, until she said something.
"Blaze... are you okay?"
My name is Blaze. I am the son of a blue stallion and a purple mare. This youngling here appears to be either a very dear friend or my sister. I live in a village. I don't remember how I hit my head, how long I've been here, or what I do here. I can only hope that I can unravel my past with the help of these four ponies.
"I hit my head," I say sarcastically.
Princess Celstia brakes the connection between her horn and mine, and I snap back to reality. I began to breathe heavy at the new perspective of my story. This all made sense, every bit of it. Even the old lies I have listened to my whole life I still have difficulty believing to be false. The only problem is, neither side has any solid proof.
"So..." I doubted the princess, and I thought something crucial was missing, "if you knew about all this, then why didn't you take me back?"
"Well, the Guards and I never found you until ten years following."
"But you didn't answer my question. Why didn't you reclaim me?"
"At the moment, we hadn't sensed any hostility from the villagers. They appeared to be taking good care of you, and they were enjoying your company. Granted, Luna did NOT like the fact that you were lied to about your family... She wanted to see you so badly, I thought she was serious when she said she'd kill them all to get to you."
"And did she?"
Celestia stepped back, "Uhh, no, she tired herself out from struggling against the Guards."
At that, my blood began to boil. "Well, if I were your son, you'd wanna see me too, wouldn't you?"
"Listen, Blaze. It was for her own good --"
"You listen, Celestia." I was now walking toward her, head slightly low out of anger. "Explain to me exactly how seeing me would be more harm than help. She hasn't seen me for TEN YEARS! If you found out where your son was suddenly being held, you'd be kind of ecstatic, wouldn't you!?"
The princess was backing away from me. "No, please, Blaze, listen --"
"YOU LISTEN!!" I was furious. They had a chance to clean it all up, and none of this tragedy would've ever happened. And Faded Ivory would still be alive. "You had it all under control! It would've been the end of it! But you DIDN'T, did you? NO!! And thanks to you, Faded Ivory is dead! My best friend, my special somepony, GONE! And you're to blame!!"
Celestia was crying now. "No, please don't say that... Faded Ivory is --"
"DON'T YOU SAY A SINGLE WORD ABOUT IVORY!!!" I had erupted inside. Celestia had pushed my fire to the limit. She had no good reason to keep Mother and I separated. She had no good reason to walk away from me in my moment of need. She is responsible for Ivory's death.
"Just let me speak, please!!" Celestia threw her head forward.
I only stared at her.
She stood up straight. "Blaze, Faded Ivory is still alive."
I grit my teeth in response, taking it as a threat. But after looking into her eyes for a moment reveals to me that she's dead serious.
I lower my head. "Then... how do you explain the graphic murder I witnessed of her?"
"Probably just another lie, then. She's safe at..." She paused.
"Safe at... Where?"
She looked in the direction of her throne. At the monster.
"At Canterlot..."