//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: Remember Me // by Agent Everfree //------------------------------// Remember me "They say that our souls are split into two groups. Light and Dark, but this is not true - we all contain these feelings within us. It is just up to us to decide how we use them." Prologue Change... Change is always happening... Never resting... Never ending... But is that a good thing or bad?... When I was young I learned that change is an easy thing; as easy to me as breathing is to all others. After all it was what my kind was born to do; and because of that the ponies marked me as an enemy and attacked me. Driving me out of my home and world like that of a hunter looking for his big game, just because of what others of my kind have done to them and their rulers. Is it fair to judge somepony on that logic? For me, to attack a poor young mare trying to her best to feed herself and daughter, and only because a group of ponies attacked and killed my kind, and destroyed their homes, pushing them to the point of disappearing from this world forever. I do not see this as fair, maybe some of you think the same but it matters little, because I do not write these words down to talk of wars between others. I wanted to talk about memory. My memory, as from what a friend has told me, could be the most important memory in all of Equestria and beyond. But she always liked to give things a little more drama then needed, not like her unicorn friend but... I am getting off track again. So in order to explain the beginning, I will need to start with how it all ended. I fell, fell far, hitting the water below me with a large splash, there was pain from the water hitting the marks on my body. Burns and scars cover it like I was attacked by a pack of timberwolves, but they did not make them, ponies did. The pony guards of the two sisters who ruled this land. As I sank deeper into the water, the cold became pleasant to me as it cooled the burns and cleansed my scars. But I was still weak, too weak to try and swim back to the top, or to keep my eyes open and I can't hold my breath for much longer. I'd trained myself well to stay under the water for long periods of time to catch fish, or to hide from an enemy that even I could not beat. Confused how this is needed for the beginning? Well, that was how my life began the first time. I was young, too young to remember what was happening around me, and barely old enough to walk or even think for myself. I remember however, being tired, weak, just like now, but this time somepony was carrying me. I looked up to see the sky which was almost covered up by the tall trees - but I could see a few stars high in the sky, they looked so bright and powerful with everything around me being covered in darkness, but not the stars. Before I knew it we had come to a stop. I was then picked up by the one carrying me, I could not remember their face but they said two words to me, two words that I would remember for a long time, that would echo within my head as I sleep. And those words were... "I'm Sorry" Even the voice stays with me as I would soon come to hear it again later, the voice of a mare. She sounded young, but was shaky like she had been crying. Before I could understand those words - I was thrown into a river, I heard the loud splash like I did now, with me sinking and being sent down the river. I never knew how to swim, but I tried so very hard. A large stick rushed past with a sharp end making contact with my left eye - I felt a burn as it ripped through my skin, making me lose my breath. The water rushed into my body so fast it felt like being a balloon being filled up with helium, only I was not going to rise; I could not do anything to save myself. My limbs became still as my body slowed, and soon everything around me turned to black as I slipped from this world. But it was not the end. Life came back to me as I was rewarded with a filled feeling and pain - my eyes shot open as I turned over, choking up the water that had not left my body. I fell down and laid on my stomach, not caring how much time had passed. As I felt my strength return I pushed myself up into a sitting position. I looked around only finding trees with no sign of the one who had thrown me into the river, or any other creature that lived here. I looked over to my left to see the river, looking innocent - like it had done nothing wrong. I got up and walked over to the river's edge, careful not to fall in. I was greeted by a creature with black skin, two little fangs starting to poke out from it's upper jaw, a small horn on the forehead and two glowing eyes; the right a light blue, the other a bright pink with a large scar running down it. This face was my face. I looked around again, hoping to see somepony, anypony, but I was greeted with nothing. I closed my eyes. I felt something hot and wet running down my left cheek. A single tear drop. I didn't know what to do, I had no idea who I was, what I was or were I was. That when the teachings started. "Are you alive?" I looked around hearing the voice, but saw nopony. The voice was the same as the one who had thrown me into the river. I looked around again and again, then gave up and looked back to the river. "Please, are you alive?" There it was again. The same voice, but nowhere to be seen. That's when the crazy idea came to me - my first free thought. The voice was in my head. I did not understand words at this time, so I could not respond, but that did not seem to stop the voice. "If there is a chance you are alive, please listen to me, I will teach you, and help you so you may survive" And so I did. I listened and learned for many moons to come. This is how my story began.