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// Chapter 3 - Nothing Is Truly Lost Forever 
// Story: My Life, Recreated 
// by Ephraim Blue 
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Chapter 3 - Nothing Is Truly Lost Forever


When you think you've lost something, its not really gone. You could have lost the most precious thing in the world to you, and it still wouldn't be gone.

Since I don't know what the most precious thing in the world to any of you, I'm giving an example.

Let's say that you lost all your ponies that you were collecting for the past three years. Yeah, I know. that's pretty bad for any brony/pegasister. But remember, this is an example.

One you've lost all your ponies, you are really angry and depressed for the loss. But then you head back to the store with the money you've saved and get some more. Now I know nothing can replace your old ponies, but you were desperate to have your ponies that you couldn't find back.

Now you have new ponies. And in a month, you would have forgotten about your old ponies because you have new ones. now you don't even remember that you lost anything.

So they're no longer lost, are they?

Let's give another example. What if the friend you've had since you were a little kid just died in a car crash? That would be really sad, so try not to think about it too much.

But how can you replace your friend? Answer: You can't. There is nothing in the entire world that could have replace that one friend that you have had since you were young.

Now all of you are going to get angry at me for two reasons. One, this has nothing to do with the story, and two, if you can't replace your friend, then he truly is lost forever.

That is not true. Your friend, as well as all your ponies that you lost earlier are not gone for you for all of eternity. As long as they remain a part of you, nothing is truly lost. You will always remember your friend, even until the ends of your existence.

So as I'm repeating, nothing is truly lost forever. But what have you lost that was important to you? Do you still think you can't get it back, like you might have thought of before?

Star Swirl The Bearded Wing of The Canterlot Archives Unknown Date

As I took a step forward for the spell to take place, Sunset Shimmer stepped back a bit. "I'm not to sure about this," she said. "What if I fail?"

Celestia smiled at her. "Don't be afraid, my student," she said. "You can succeed if you believe that you can. You have the potential to succeed, and you will."

I couldn't help but chuckle slightly. That never worked for anything. I was glad that neither of them had heard me, for that could lead to disastrous consequences.

I saw Sunset take another step back. I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for this frightened mare. Well, filly at the moment, But I knew her personality better when she was older. Now, its sad to know what's going to happen to her.

"Do not doubt your abilities," Celestia continued. "Doubt will never help you in any situation. If you do not doubt yourself, you will succeed in anything you believe you can accomplish."

I could see the confidence fill Sunset's face, and I knew what was going to happen next.

"You're right! I can do this!" She closed her eyes and tilted her horn towards me. It lit with a dark blue color, the same color as her eyes. I was suddenly surrounded by the same blue light and lifted into the air.

I obviously freaked out. I had never flown before, by any means whatsoever. Sure, I'd been on rides at Kings Dominion, but the really tall ones still freaked me out, and I stayed off them.

Yes, I have a slight fear of heights. Don't laugh, I'm sure many of you have the same fear.

But its not really the fear of heights. More like the fear of falling to the earth below me. That's what really scared me. I was afraid at most times that my harness that kept me in the ride would break and I'd be sent flying to the ground without warning.

But back to the actual story. Even though I was only about two feet off the ground, I still didn't feel safe. I was flailing my legs toward the ground as hard as I could, trying to regain contact with the familiar surface.

I wanted to scream in fear, but then I noticed something that drew my attention.

Sunset Shimmer'e eyes were both glowing.

I'd only seen that happen to Twilight, and when the human version of Sunset Shimmer put on the crown at the end of Equestria Girls. I knew that meant that the unicorn who's eyes turned white was a truly powerful unicorn, but it was just strange to me. I'd never seen this happen in real life.

That's when the pain kicked in.

I could feel my chest just burn for no reason. This sometimes happened when I tried to cough while eating, but this was an entirely different level. The pain was intense! Imagine a really cold sun just expand inside of your chest. Also imaging it start getting hotter and hotter to the point where you can't bear it anymore.

That's how I felt, and I hated it.

That is when I screamed. A painful and loud scream. A scream that I never made normally. This pain made me feel like passing out.

And I believe that's what I did, because I don't remember what happened next.

Later...

"I hope he's okay..."

"Don't worry. I believe he'll wake up very soon."

Those were the two voices somewhere around me. The first was younger sounding than the second. They were both vaguely familiar, but I didn't want to think about it too hard. I liked my current position. I also liked the way my head was rested on a familiar substance. A pillow. The wondrous comfort of that one pillow  could lure me to sleep in a matter of seconds.

If it weren't for my small case of insomnia.

I stirred on what I was rested on. A bed. A lovely mattress comforted me even more. This is certainly better than a street, I thought, remembering the discomfort on the hard ground. And this time, I also had a blanket! Oh, the lovely feel of a blanket to keep you warm from the cold outside!

Except for the fact that I was inside.

"He moved!" the younger voice said. My hearing was muffled from the blanket and the pillow against both my ears, but I could still hear them. "That means he's waking up, right?"

"Perhaps," the older one said. "Some ponies do stir in their sleep."

"Mmmmm... Lemesleep," I mumbled. I didn't care who they were, I wanted to SLEEP!

"He's awake." That's when the blanket was pulled from my head, revealing a bright light in the room. That certainly made me close my eyes even tighter that before. "How are you feeling?" I heard the voice ask.

I just groaned. That light was too bright to see who it was, but I could tell by their now non-muffled voice. It was Princess Celestia. I figured that the other voice I recognized must have been Sunset Shimmer.

I reached my hoof down and tried to find the blanket that was so rudely taken from my comfortable position. I found it after a minute of patting the mattress, but had little success in pulling it back over my head. No fingers, just a stump.

I heard a small chuckle come from a voice not far from me. Then the blanket was pulled from my reach and laid gently across me once again. "Let's let him sleep," Celestia said. "He's had enough of a rough day already."

"Okay," the young Sunset Shimmer replied. I heard their hoof-steps heading in a single direction. Then the light above me suddenly clicked off, and I heard a door squeaking as it closed.

With the lights now off, I opened my eyes and lifted my head. I saw a window in the room, letting in the moonlight. That's probably what allowed me to see the rest of the room.

All around the room, I saw various objects that were familiar. There were a few cupboards, chairs, a desk, and even an open door leading to a bathroom.

"Wow..." I said. There was no one else around, so it didn't matter if I talk. Then I noticed the size of the bed. "This bed is huge!"

I chuckled at the fact that I was going to saw how amazing this room was, then just directed it all towards the bed.

"Sorry room, but I'm kinda funny at times."

Now I'm going crazy again. I'm talking to a room. I scrunched up my face. Who's room is this anyway?

I yawned and put my head back on the pillow, which was also bigger than I realized. I'll find out in the morning.

I did nothing until I actually fell asleep.

The Next Morning

I awoke to a darkened room. My eyes were open, but I could see nothing in the pitch black air that surrounded me.

This is going to affect me later, I thought. The light will come in, and my eyes will hurt.

I sat up and wondered what awoke me. There were no other sounds in the room, as far as I could tell, and I'm a very heavy sleeper. I thought that something was going to come get me.

There was nothing that came and got me in the dark, but I still found out what awoke me. You know what it was?

My stomach growled.

I blushed and put a hoof on where it made the noise. That's right, I thought. I haven't eaten anything since coming here.

I got on my hooves and felt just how squishy it was. It made me tumble, trying to walk over it. It probably took about 5 minutes, but I did find my way to the edge of the bed.

I turned back to the bed. I still couldn't see in the blackness, but I knew it was there. "HAHA! There it no bed in the world that can keep me on it forever!" I said, overly excited for no reason. I turned around. "I sorta wish there was," I mumbled. "I love to sleep."

I certainly would have waited for morning to eat, but my stomach wouldn't allow that. Besides, I was already awake, and even though it was still dark out, it would take forever to fall asleep. If the sun didn't come up first, that is.

The darkness of the room didn't help to well to find the door. I knew that there was an open window that would have shown in the moonlight, but I figured that the clouds outside might have flown in front of the moon, which would have blocked the light.

After about five minutes of wandering and tripping, I found the closed door to the room. Another minute of patting the door eventually let me find the doorknob. I tried to turn it with my hoof, but I couldn't get a grip on it.

"Stupid hooves," I said angrily. "No grip whatsoever." I banged my head against the door in front of me, and my horn felt a familiar pain from yesterday. I rubbed it with both hooves. "Ow... I should lean how to use you soon. That would make my time here easier."

I found the knob again with my hoof. However, instead of using the same strategy as earlier, I reached my muzzle down and bit the knob with my teeth.

I'm so going to regret this later...

I did my best to turn the knob with my hard teeth. I failed the first two times. The third time, my teeth hurt by the time it finished turning.

"Ow..."

I ignored the pain and tried to find my way through the dark hallways. I didn't remember any part of the hallway I passed. Probably because Celestia and Sunset Shimmer brought me to the room after I passed out.

Come to think about it, I could never remember ever passing out in my entire life. If I ever did, I didn't remember it. That's just kinda strange. You'd think I'd remember a big gap in my memory.

I rounded a corner and found a unicorn guard with his horn lit up and directly facing me. That horn's light blinded me for a second.

This can't end well...

"What are you doing here?" he asked. I opened my mouth to respond, but he never gave me a chance. "Hey, I remember you. You're that kid that the princess wanted to talk to yesterday in the throne room."

I'm famous!

"So what are you doing out here this late at night?"

I never got the chance to answer. My stomach answered for me.

"Grrrrrrrooooooooooooowllll..." it went.

"Well, aren't we the hungry one tonight?" I nodded. "Would you like something to eat?" Another nod. "Well follow me then."

He turned around and walked down the hallway, whom I followed as best I could. He made several turns and paced a lot aster than me. I managed to keep up until we came to a door. He opened it with his magic, and revealed another dark room.

I stepped in, expecting something to actually happen. Nothing did until the bright light entered the room.

I blinked at the sudden light, but the guard's horn had already adjusted my eyes to a bright light. in the room, I saw a large assortment of kitchen supplies and stuff.

Wow! This kitchen has everything!

"So what do you want kid?" the guard asked. "We have dandelion sandwiches, hay fries, dry oatmeal..."

He continued to list many foods that were available, but the only one I even considered appetizing was the oatmeal.

"Heh," the guard went, which made me look at him. "I keep forgetting that you speak another language entirely. I'm talking to you like I expect an answer."

"Well even if I don't speak your language, I can still speak to you if you want me too," I said.

"I guess you could do that," he replied. Then I saw his eyes go wide and he freaked out. "H- How am I able to understand you now? You spoke another language right in front of me yesterday!"

"I did?" I asked. "Funny. I'm still speaking English in my standards."

"Well I don't know what this 'English' is, but whatever game you're playing is downright creepy young colt!"

"There's a game being played around here?" I joked. "Funny. I haven't been invited to play."

"I'm not joking around, kid."

"Well I am, so that makes one of us that has a real sense of humor."

I stared at him as he glared at me. I eventually broke the non-existent staring contest and continued speaking. "So, about me still being hungry... I'd think I'd like the oatmeal."

He stopped glaring at me. "T- The oatmeal?" he asked.

"Yes, only I don't like my oatmeal dry. Do you have a microwave?"

"W- What's a microwave?"

Great, so I have to use the old-fashioned way. "Forget I said that. "Do you have a stove instead?"

"W- We do. It's over there, right next to those pots." He pointed his shaky right hoof towards the pots on the left side of the room. Sure enough, there was a stove right there.

"Great! Could you please fill up a small pot with water and place it on the stove?"

"S- Sure kid." He proceed to do what I asked. In the meantime, I found a small step-ladder and dragged it over to the stove so that I could reach the top of it. When he finished, I asked him or a large wooden spoon and for him to turn the stove on so that the water would boil.

While I was waiting for the water to be at the right temperature, I then started to wonder why the ponies actually had stoves and not microwaves and other stuff like that. I knew that had light bulbs from seeing Twilight turn off some in the end of Season 1 Episode 3, but I had never seen anything like a stove in the actual show.

The guard's voice interrupted my thoughts. "So, how are we able to understand you now?" he asked.

I flinched. "W- Well, that's sorta why the princess wanted to talk to me, I guess."

He nodded. "I see. She knew a way to help us understand your language, and she decided to try it out. my guess from you speaking to me means that it worked."

"Heh, heh." I looked down at the floor beneath my hooves. "Yeah... It worked."

"So what did happen?"

I looked back at him. "Well, she called her student, Sunset Shimmer, into the room and had her cast the spell. I never saw the end of it, because I passed out before it was finished."

"Oh? What happened to you?"

"I'm not sure," I confessed, looking back down at the ground. "I know that my chest was on fire, and that's when I passed out. I woke up later in a large bed and it was night out. I don't know the room I was in, but the bed inside was huge! It also wasn't to ar from where you found me in the hallway."

"Well, I don't know to much about that room you were in, but I do know that its been here since before I was even born."

"Do you think its a guest room?"

"Perhaps. But why would the bed be so big? You should probably ask Princess Celestia when you get the chance."

I nodded. "I'll be sure to do that." I started to think about my family. "I wonder if I'll ever see them again."

"See who?" he asked.

"My parents, my siblings and my old friends," I said with my head down. "I didn't really ask to be come here. I went to bed last night and everything was normal in my life. I wake up, and I find myself in the streets of Canterlot."

"You were foalnapped?"

I laughed at that, but quickly stopped and looked back down at the ground. "I guess you could say that. In a way, I'm sorta glad I was taken away."

"Why's that?"

"My life was a lot harder than just waking up at the crack of dawn, or working to keep something that I wanted. School where I was horrible, not because I didn't learn, but because of the way I learned and all the peo- ponies who picked on me there."

"But that can't be the only reason you don't want to go back."

I shook my head. "No, it isn't. My life at home wasn't so grand either. My older brother picked on me, and my two younger brother's didn't know when to stop asking questions they already knew the answer to. I had other members of my family, but my brothers were the worst."

"So you'd rather not head back? But they're your family!"

"True, and that's why I wonder if I'm ever going to see them again. I want to because they are, but I don't because of what they do to me every day. There were even times I wished that I could just vanish from their sight and disappear from their lives."

"How can you say that? If any other kid your age lost their family, they'd want to see them again!"

"But how old do you think I am? I can clearly talk, know how to make my own breakfast, and just the square root of 144. That's twelve, by the way."

He stepped back. "J- Just how old are you?" he asked.

I chuckled. "How old do you think I am?"

"I don't know... three, maybe five at most."

"Where I came from, I was fifteen years old."

He stared blankly at me. "And where did you say you were from?"

I shrugged. "I never realized that I gave away that information to you. I don't think it matters anyway."

"And why's that?"

"Because its- No. I'm not going to tell you that."

"Why not?"

"You couldn't find where it is anyway." I looked back at the pot with the water boiling in it. I decided to change the subject. "I think its ready now."

"What, the oatmeal? We haven't even put it in yet."

"No, the boiling water. I've always wanted to boil my tongue this way." I stared blankly at him while he thought about what I said.

"...You're joking again, aren't you?"

"Yep," I said, now smiling. "But seriously, could you pour the oatmeal in while I stir it?"

"Can't you do it yourself? I mean, if you know what to do, why don't you do it?"

"I would... but I'm not used to carrying stuff with these hooves." I brought them to my face and waved them in the air, as if to emphasize my point. "Besides. You can use magic; I can't."

"Good points there." He poured the oatmeal into the water as I turned off the stove. "Why'd you turn it off?"

"So that I don't cook the oatmeal. The stove was for heating the water or the oatmeal to go in. While I stir, can you cut up a peach if you have any?"

"A peach?" He tapped his chin. "Yeah, I guess I could do that. How big do you want the pieces?"

"Not very. They just have to be small bite-sized pieces," I said before picking up the wooded spoon and stirring the oatmeal in the very hot water.

We didn't for about another five minutes. Mainly because I had a wooden spoon in my mouth, and he was concentrating on carving up the peach. Once I was done stirring, I asked him to drain the water in a sink and put the peaches into the oatmeal. i also asked him to get some cinnamon.

"What's the cinnamon for?" he asked.

"Well, just having plain oatmeal with a carved up peach doesn't have that much flavor doesn't it?" He shook his head. "That's what the cinnamon is for."

The cinnamon was in a container that you could shake and if the lid was off and it was upside-down, some would come out. Just like the one I had in my original home. Once he finished putting some in, I stirred it all once more and did my best to mix it all inside the pot.

I spit out the spoon into the sink that wasn't too far away. "I think its done!"

"That's it?" he asked.

"Yeah. Its nothing special, but it still tastes great! Last I remember anyway. Would you like some?"

"Me?"

"Yeah! I wouldn't have been able to make it without your help, and you must be hungry after being up all night."

As if by coincidence, his stomach growled after I said that. "Well, I guess being a guard does have its advantages and disadvantages. One of them must be becoming hungry after working. I guess I could have a small amount..."

"Great!"

"What's going on in here?" a voice came from right behind us, making us freeze. We both turned around and saw who was behind us.

My muzzle collided with the pony's leg.

"P- Princess Celestia!" the guard said. "W- What a surprise to find you here!"

Busted, I thought.