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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Lost without Memory 
// by Cursed_Night 
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~Chapter 3

~Dream of the Blue~

Fire.
That's all that any pony could see around themselves. The whole village was up in flames. Ponies were scattered. Families were torn. Smoke filled the air, making it hard for the ponies to breathe. 
Some of the ponies were even close to dying. Up above, Pegasuses were bringing clouds over the village, making it ran on the fire, trying to burn out the deadly flames that were consuming the village.
As the ponies ran, one stood out from all the rest.
A little pony with a blue pelt and an unfamiliar colored mane stood by one of the many burning homes. Getting a closer look at the pony, fear, anger and curiosity were written all over the young pony's face. 
He looked around, as I guessed, for his family. But by that time most of the ponies have scattered, some have even ran off. The little pony ran around the village, hoping to find some pony. Mostly he wanted to find his family. 
As he ran around the village, he saw a few ponies still running from the village, but there was no sign of any pony or his family. 
Not accepting this fact, he ran back to the place where I first saw him, and ran inside the burning building. Following, I watched as he raced around, looking everywhere to see if any of his family was left inside. 
No pony was in there. 
His family was gone.
He was by himself.
He was alone.
The pony looked like he wanted to cry, but he didn't. He ran out of the house and ran for the woods, never looking back at the village that was once his home. He decided to follow his dream. 
To become a hero. 


The scene then changed.


Before me was the same pony from the fire. Except now he looked a little younger. Maybe a year or less younger. 
He was walking down the path towards the house he had been at in the fire. As he walked, though, he had his head down. He looked so sad. Depressed even. I watched him with curiosity. I wanted to know why the little pony was sad. 
I could feel a pang of sadness hit me. 
I wanted to run to him and comfort the poor pony, but it felt like my hooves were nailed to the ground. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk either. I watched the little pony with sadness.
Taking a look around, I saw the other little ponies making fun of him, laughing at him. Even some of the bigger ponies were giving him looks of disappointment. I started to wonder why. 
He looked like a pony who could do great things in his future. 
Then I heard what some of the young fillies were saying. When I did, I was instantly aware of why those little ponies were making fun of him. He had a disability. 
He couldn't use magic. 


The scene changed again.


Again, I saw the pony from before walking through the woods. As he walked, I could hear him muttering. In his eyes, I could see fear, sadness and even a little happiness. 
Eventually, he ended up in a clearing, that was surrounded by rocks and trees. The little pony walked around the clearing, looking for a place to sleep. As he searched around the bigger rocks, he found one that had vines hanging like a door. 
He pushed aside the vines and saw it was a carved out cavern. Taking the chance, he went in tunnel in and followed it in the utter darkness. The walls were covered with moss, and looked oddly familiar.
Soon, he ended at a fork in the road. 
From a small hole in the rock, a little glimmer of light shined through. The little pony debated on which path to go down. I could see confusion, curiosity and caution in his eyes. 
Down one of the tunnels, he heard the sound of growling. Then the sound of hooves hitting the rocky ground. I could see it that he was wondering what was down there.
Without waiting another second, the little pony raced down the tunnel. Eventually, the tunnel came to an end. At the end was a clearing. Inside the clearing, he saw a pony. 
Then behind him, he heard the growling sound again. He turned around slowly and saw a creature running down the tunnel, towards the clearing. Towards him. When it got closer he saw what it was.
A dragon.
He ran into the clearing and pushed the pony and yelled at her to hide. A few moments later, the dragon entered. Then I heard the pony say two words.
"It's time."

Night woke up with a start. Did she really just dream of all that? She shook her head, then what happened yesterday flooded back into her mind. The unfamiliar creature, the fear, the pony that fought the creature. 
She felt something sitting close to her, she lifted her head slowly, and looked to the side. She saw a pony. Not just any pony though. It was the pony who fought the creature!
The pony looked back at her, his eyes were emotionless. She looked at him again, her eyes widened. It was the pony from her dream. 
"What are you staring at?" 
Night jumped. "N-nothing," she stuttered.
The pony rolled his eyes. 
"W-who ar-are y-you?" she asked.