A/N: Dear reader,
The following paragraphs are designed to give you a little information about me and the origins behind this story. If you wish to skip straight to the story, you will not lose any vital information in doing so.
The derivation to the idea of this story came to me one day while I was taking a walk. I was thinking about how subjective magic is in the land of Equestria, and, potentially, how easy it would be to seize power there. I've pictured myself in the eyes of Icarus (the story's protagonist) before, due to the fact that I am a bit twisted in the head. However, I have altered the story a bit to make it better.
I do plan on writing personal comments before and/or after each chapter to identify major points in the writing or thoughts I stumbled upon whilst developing the story. All reviews/criticisms will be read and taken into account as the story unfolds. Now, without further ado, I present to you, In Remembrance of Me.
Chapter 1: Arrival
Icarus scanned the horizon as he stood atop the mountain's precipice. It had been many months since he fled from the hospital. He could never remember how he had ended up there in the first place. His memory of the whole place was blurred. He could remember a meal here and a doctor there, but for the most part it was only scattered bits of useless information. His memory had been gradually recovering since the day he escaped. Not his long term memory, but he could still recount the journey he had gone through and why he was doing it.
Icarus' thoughts trailed off as he spotted the village off in the distance. He rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't a mirage. He looked again and saw the same tiny village. He let out a triumphant sigh. Icarus had come so far in such a short time; he couldn't help but feel proud of himself.
He leaped off the mountain peak and began to glide towards the ground. Icarus began to think of how he got here in the first place. He remembered the note that he got that day in the hospital. It was the only thing he could remember clearly. He had read it on a daily basis and kept it hidden from anyone who might come into contact with him. The note gave him his drive; he didn't want that taken away from him. He began to recite the note in his head.
"Icarus, there must come a time when you have to escape the prison you are kept in. You might think you are in the care of doctors, but they are jailors. You may assume that your room is comforting, but it is a cell. You are being held here intentionally, and I plan to help you discover the truth..."
He shook the thoughts from his mind as he reached the ground. A nearby stream caught his attention and he realized how parched he was from the journey. He approached it for a rejuvenating drink.
Icarus peered at his reflection in the soothing stream. He was a charcoal grey pegasus that had sky blue eyes, but his tail and mane were jet black. He stretched out his wings to look at them in the warm sunlight. They were a lighter shade of grey than his body and they grew lighter and lighter in color until the tips of his wings were snow white.
After a couple minutes of rest, Icarus rose from the stream and continued on his journey toward the village. He wished he was strong enough to fly. It wasn't as much of a lack of good food, but simply an issue due to lack of experience. Icarus had never flown before for a great distance. Gliding was simple, but when he had to force himself to stay in the air, he lacked the physical ability.
He let out a deep breath. That was all about to change. He was going to follow the instructions from the note. That would help retrieve his memory before the days of the hospital. It would allow him to find out who was responsible for it. He could then exact revenge on them for doing this to him. The first step in his quest was almost at an end. He had finally made it to Ponyville and he sought a powerful individual who could help him.
The sun touched the skyline out in the distance. Icarus continued onward.
"I must find Twilight," he whispered to himself.
Dawn was breaking when Icarus finally arrived at Ponyville. His exhaustion was drowned out by his excitement to finally have made it. However, he couldn't rest; Not yet.
Icarus knew that he needed to find out where he was, and Twilight was the one who could tell him. She was quite renowned throughout the land. Icarus had heard many stories of her and her friends being brave in the face of adversary. It almost made him sympathize with their future fate he was to be guilty of.
When Icarus arrived at the house, he stood there for a moment. He was the only one outside at this early hour and he hoped to be gone by the time the town would begin to awaken. He looked at the door of the house, and on it read, "Twilight Sparkle." Icarus extended one of his hooves and knocked on the door. He stood there, readying himself.
Finally, the wooden door creaked open and there on the doorstep stood Twilight. She was still wearing her pajamas and a glazed look imprisoned her expression.
"Can I help you?" she mumbled.
Icarus looked Twilight straight in the eye. He summoned up his courage to ask the simple question.
"I seek the one known as Discord."
A/N: I hope the you guys are enjoying it so far. I would really appreciate any comments you might have about it, so let me know! ~Kalameet