Memory
Chapter 2
Stepping through the portal felt as if ice were being dumped onto him and then instantly evaporating. The sensation made him shudder. As the feeling passed, he abruptly experienced the sense of freefall. With the wind rushing through his mane, he was suddenly struck with terror: his wings would not open, no matter what his mind told his body to do.
Then, just as unexpectedly as he started plummeting earthward, he just stopped. No warning, not even a sign of the ground, it seemed as though gravity stopped working. Soon, his surroundings appeared before him. He was in a dark hallway that was lit with candles that made it light just enough for him to see a couple of yards ahead of him. Behind him stood the entry back to his own time.
As he walked down the passage, it dawned on Midnight like the sunrise itself that he was in the passages that he had discovered as a young colt. They wound under the castle like snakes; they curved and twisted, and could lose any stallion that got caught in its traps. But not Midnight, he had practically lived there all his life and knew it like the back of his hoof. He used to come here every day; until he met her…
… no I can’t remember now; I won’t be able to save her if I do. No, he couldn’t remember because the memory made him feel like he was covered in a blanket and couldn’t get out. If he remembered, he might break down in such sadness that he might never want to leave his place. I need to stop and move on. But he couldn’t stop. All of a sudden, one memory slipped through…
Midnight Dust was on his daily stroll through the catacombs, but today he had decided to go deeper than usual. All of a sudden, he heard a small sound coming from off to his right. As he listened harder, he realized that it sounded like a baby. ‘A baby! Down here!’ Keeping an eye out for the owner of the crying, he rushed off in the direction of the noise. He turned the corner but the possessor of the wail was no filly, but a draconequus…
“And now I hate that… that evil animal!” He shouted. He was so angry with it. How had he been so gullible as to take care of it? But his anger suddenly turned to sadness. He didn’t want to remember. But it seemed that the memories would not stop…
He’d heard of discord, but this one's features were different. He had the head of a goat, horns of a bison Midnight walked up to the small creature and it whimpered and tried to hide. “I’m not going to hurt you, here, eat this. You must be hungry.” He handed it a sandwich that it took and ate ravenously. “What’s your name, little one?” Midnight inquired.
“Facet,” he replied in between quick bites.
“Where’s your mommy?” asked Midnight
“I don’t know. I remember my parents told me they were going off to a war and I had to stay behind. But I think they put a spell on me so that I wouldn’t wake up because when I did, I was down that path.”
“Do you know much about your kind?” Midnight questioned.
“I know ponies don’t take to our race very kindly, but seem nice enough,” answered Facet…
Midnight ripped himself out of his stupor. I Can't take it anymore. The last thing he saw was his younger self before everything went black.