“Ohh, my head,” the silver colored filly moaned out in pain, “Where am I?”
She then noticed that she was lying down in a dark dead end ally. It had few old posters and newspapers littered about amongst the garbage that the cleaners missed. The ally had an eerie feel to it, and its looks matched its feel. The filly got up and found that she was wearing a rather concealing cloak, and that she was facing the ally’s exit. She then began to head out of the rather dark dank ally.
As she emerged from the ally into the sunlight, she realized that she was in a town of some sort, or perhaps a village of some sort. It looked like a rather quaint village. She looked around to see the locals, and she then noticed a gray pegasus with a yellow mane talking to a tan and brown earth pony, she had a grim expression on her face, as if the fate of the universe was at stake. The cloaked filly began to walk out into the town when she heard a bunch of ponies yell.
“LOOK OUT!” what sounded like three fillies cried out behind her.
She turned around to see what was going on, but before she could react the fillies collided with each other, making a very pronounced crashing noise. After the dust cleared the silver filly found that there were indeed three other fillies. One was yellow with a red mane. Another had dark pink mane, had orange fur and wings. Lastly there was a white filly that had a horn along with a purple and pink mane.
“Ow, that REALLY hurt,” stated the orange filly.
“I told y’all we wouldn’t get our cutie marks in skate boardin’!” remarked the yellow one, “I don’t know wha’ made ya think we would!”
“Yeah,” said the white one, “who’d want a wheel on their flank anyway?”
“Well Spike said it would be AWSOME!” replied the orange filly.
Once they had finished dusting themselves off they noticed the filly they crashed into. She looked to be rather dazed due to the crash.
“Hey, you okay?” asked the orange filly.
After the filly got out of the daze, she realized that the question was directed at her.
“Oh, um, yeah, I’m fine,” she responded shyly.
The trio who had impacted with her earlier examined the silver filly, they saw she had a silvery colored pelt, a main like stardust, and was wearing a rather concealing cloak. And upon even further examination they found she, like them, had no cutie mark. Then the silver filly got up and began to walk away, and then the trio came out of their deep in thought state and began to chase after her.
“WAIT!” they all called in unison to her.
They were all heading toward her at top speed. This is when she turned around to see what all the commotion was about, and, for the second time that day, they crashed into each other.
“Oops, mah bad, sorry ‘bout that,” the yellow filly apologized.
They all got up and dusted themselves off once again. The white one was staring at her intently.
“Yeah, sorry,” the white one chimed in, “It’s just that, you don’t have one either.”
“One what?” asked the confused and slightly dazed filly.
“A Cutie Mark silly,” remarked the orange one.
Not knowing whether it was a fact or not, she decided to look. She analyzed her posterior to find it to find it was true, she had no cutie mark. No specific mark of any sort, nothing special to give any sort of distinctions, not a thing.
“And we are, THE CUTIE MARK CRUSAIDERS!” the trio recited in unison, “a club entirely devoted to helping other fillies and foals get their cutie marks.”
“I’m Scootaloo!” stated the orange one.
“Mah name’s Apple Bloom!” added the yellow filly.
“And I’m Sweetie Belle” the white one chimed in.
It was here that the girls were going to move onto phase two of bringing in new recruits; find out the pony’s name. Then they would go to step three; extend them an invitation.
“And we were wondering,” Scootaloo began to say, completely forgetting step two, “whether you would like to join.”
“Hold on Scootaloo,” interrupted Sweetie Belle, “we still haven’t found out her name.”
“Oh, right, sorry about that,” Scootaloo said rather embarrassed that she had jumped the gun, “So what is your name?”
“I, um, I think my name is Hope Shine?” she said uncertain if that was her name.
When this statement escaped her mouth, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom all raised an eye brow from utter confusion. Scootaloo then took a step forward in an attempt to make sense of the situation.
“You think your name is Hope Shine?” Scootaloo questioned, “What, did you lose your memory or something?”
“Actually yes, I did,” Hope Shine replied, “All I can remember is those two words, which I think is my name.”
After hearing this, the entirety of the Crusaders gasped in sheer shock, this was something they would have never expected. Once they had fully comprehended what was said, they began to fill up with questions.
“You’ve lost your memory?” echoed the orange filly.
Hope Shine merely nodded in reply, that was the only response that she could muster. She was having a hard time understanding this herself.
“Wha’ we goin’ to do now girls?” wondered Apple Bloom.
“I know!” exclaimed Sweetie Belle, “Let’s ask Princess Twilight Sparkle! I’m certain she’ll know what to do!”
“I agree, let’s go see Twilight,” Scootaloo added.
With that, the trio nodded in agreement.
“Well wha’ we wai’n fer?” Apple Bloom remarked, “Let’s go!”
Hope Shine didn’t know who this ‘Twilight Sparkle’ was or what was going on, but what she did know is she needed answers, and this was her best chance. And with that the CMC were bringing Hope Shine to the library.