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// Prologue 
// Story: Mal Keyye Ko Keizaal 
// by Dragon Dreaming 
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First, the centerpiece. Awaken.
Her eyes fluttered open. There wasn’t a lot to see, though; just an endless expanse of white. No walls, no trees, no ceiling. She staggered to her hooves, trying to shake the fog from her head, and looked around, breathing heavily. Well, there was air, at least. And a floor, because she was standing on it, even if she couldn’t see it. She closed her eyes. This was making her dizzy. “W-what’s goin’ on?” she asked, her voice slurring.
You have just been created.
She frowned. That … that just made no sense at all. She was a grown mare, not a filly. And where had that voice come from? “What? What does that mean?”
Don’t ask too many questions, now. We would get bogged down in exposition, which would be terribly boring.
Exposition? What in all the heavens did it mean by that? She shook her head again. There was a more important question on her mind. “Where’s everybody else?”
They are well. You will all be well. And together, never fear. It is, however, time to cut this short. There are changes to be made, now that I know you are you.
“Changes?” She didn’t much like the sound of that. “What changes?”
You don’t quite fit, as you are, in your new home. Don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing. Or even notice the difference.
“New home? What-” She paused. She had been about to ask something. What was it? Did it really matter? Probably not, now she thought about it. Or didn’t think about it. What was the question?
Sleep, my little pony. You have adventures awaiting you. And friends, old and new.
She lay down once again, slumber overtaking her, as the white turned to grey, and then black.
This should prove most entertaining.