This was certainly an ordeal to read, especially with such a specific set of logic, laws and rules. It is truly unique, I have to give you that. The less-than-clean details certainly sum up what they need to, though dark-clop isn't usually my thing. Not sure where this will be steered, given that there's more than one part to this if I remember right. I'll come back later to read the rest and see what happens. Now that she's been remade into a pony, she basically needs to acquire a new identity without ever remembering her old one. That in itself could be a long and twisty road. I'm interested to see what you do with this, so keep writing. You seem to have a more-than-half-original concept, for a HiE story. That's hard to do. I eagerly await more. Cheers!

I actually read the disclaimers!...if that's ok

Hmm. Foreshadowing. So much foreshadowing. Along with at least one brick joke that won't show up for another three chapters.

And a well written story.

I just have to say this is frigging brilliant. I love, love, love stories that have such incredibly different but most importantly still internally consistent logic...

Anyway, I'mma fav this and read the rest at some later point...

I WANT DA COOKIE!

You have my attention. Read the first chapter so far, looks like will be good.

A friend told me of this. It's definitely an interesting concept and perspective.

Also mind if I borrow and paraphrase this paragraph?

Nowhere, in all of Esquestria, was there a foal old enough to speak who didn't know what a human was. Even in the tiniest, most remote villages they had heard the old stories and seen old paintings. Humans were noble or savage creatures, warriors and poets, wonders and terrors. Dragons feared them above all others save the Royal Sisters. They were a living legend, a cautionary tale against ambition. Above all else, they were formidable.

I read the disclaimer, where's my cookie? *Reads the chapter* ... Nevermind, I found the cookie.

That's why Lyra's obsessed she must have been blasted and the memories forced their way through