• Published 26th Jul 2014
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Mind Over Magic - Thunder Quill



Every species on Equus knows of the magic pervading the landscape of Equestria. Each of the ponies races is affected differently, but no other races are affected. But what happens when a species that has never been to Equestria encounters the Magic?

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Chapter 2

I awoke to a searing heat in my head, like someone took a torch, lit it, then proceeded to smash it into my ear. 'Damn…' I thought to myself 'What the hell happened last night?' Racking my brain, I came up with… Nothing. I couldn't remember what happened last night, or any other night for that matter. I began to panic. 'Calm down… What’s my name? What the hell is my name!?' I was really beginning to panic now, until I felt the sensation of a damp towel on my forehead, something warm and soft surrounding me, making me feel safe for some reason. Still, the question remained, “Wh-where am I?” I muttered shakily, as if I hadn't spoken for a long while. I opened my eyes as I heard a floorboard creak, even though at my angle I couldn't see who was there. Clearing my throat, I tried again, “Where am I?”

I heard soft footsteps getting closer to where I was laying, which I found out was a bed as I turned my head as much as I could at the moment. “Hello?” A soft female voice massaged my ears. 'She has a nice voice, I wonder if she-' The thought died as I saw the source of the voice. “Are you OK?” A small purple pastel pony Unicorn asked me.

I stared at her, managing after a couple of minutes to form a response. “You’re a Unicorn.” I said blankly. 'Wonderful genius, could you sound any stupider?' I berated myself mentally. She indeed was a Unicorn, her horn was a clear indicator of that.

She gave me a look, “Actually, no.” I gave her a look, extracting my hand from the blankets and pointing at the bony protuberance on her forehead. “I’m a Alicorn.” She said, pushing my hand away. Wings slowly furled out from her side. I mentally face palmed, 'How did I not notice that?' The Uni- no, Alicorn looked at me with sympathy, “Are you OK?” She asked me again.

I blinked, before taking a quick stock. It was a bit strange to be asked if I was OK by a Alicorn. “Nothing seems to be broken, no bleeding as far as I can tell… the only thing wrong is an intense heat inside my head.” I groaned as it flared up again. “Fuck… that hurts…” I muttered, leaning back against the headboard.

The Unicorn splayed her ears back, most likely at my foul language. “Sorry about that… I know this seems a bit soon, but would It be OK if I asked you some questions?” She asked a bit shyly.

'A purple pony Alicorn want’s to know if it’s alright to ask me some questions? I might be able to find out who the hell I am… Or what I am..' “Sure.” I nodded, “But I can’t promise that I’ll be able to answer many of your questions… If any.” I said, with a slightly sadder tone.

She looked at me, a curious look on her face. “Is there a problem?” She asked.

I nodded, “I-I…” I stammered, “I have no Idea who I am… or what I am…” I felt tears begin to gather in the corners of my eyes. “I can’t remember anything about anything…” The tears began to grow, the wall that was holding back the torrent of frenzied emotions beginning to crack. “What happened to me!?” I yelled, “Who am I!? WHAT AM I!?” I screamed, the dam coming crashing down as tears flowed freely. “W-wh-who a-a-am I-I?” I stammered out, my screams receding into broken sobs, “W-wh-wha-what a-a-am I-I?” I stuttered, my head in my hands.


Twilight stared in shock at the strange creature who had broken down in her bed. Not really knowing what to do, she leaped onto the bed softly and wrapped him in a hug, yelping when he lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. The stairs creaked in rapid succession as Spike raced up the stairs, drawn by the screams, before freezing at the sight of the scene in front of him. “Um… Twilight?” He asked, not exactly sure what was going on. “Care for an explanation?”

Twilight managed to twist her neck around, a red blush staining her cheeks. “He has amnesia.” She explained, “He broke down after realizing that he had no idea who or what he was.” She finished, gazing back down at the male who was sobbing like a foal into her barrel. “Could you get some warm milk? It might help him calm down.” She asked the Drake.

Spike nodded, “Sure thing.” He said gently, walking back down to the kitchen.

Twilight smiled, before turning her gaze back to the sobbing male. His sobs slowly began to subside, replaced by sniffles. “Are you OK?” She asked softly.


Slowly, I managed to calm myself down, 'Jesus Christ, I usually never cry like this… Is that what happens to most amnesiacs? God… this nice, Alicorn? Is helping me, probably saved my life, and here I am crying like a little bitch…' I sniffed once more, “Y-yeah… I-I’m alright…” I took a deep breath, letting out a weak chuckle, “You helped me, probably saved my life, and all I’ve done in return was tackle you and get your fur wet.” I chuckled humorlessly. “So much for seeming grateful…” I let go of her and leaned back against the headrest. “What’s your name?” I asked her, sniffing once more, “Just because I don’t have one, doesn’t mean that you don’t.”

She jumped a bit, “O-oh right!” She stammered, “My name is Twilight Sparkle, pers-well, was personal student to Princess Celestia, owner of the Ponyville Library, and the newest Princess.” She wiggled her wings a bit. “Came with the wings.” Twilight replied.

I raised an eyebrow, “A purple pony princess?” I said with a barely contained smirk, “I never thought I would have to say that.” My smirk morphed into a genuine smile, “Thank you Princess, you saved my life.” Twilight smiled back. I heard the stairs creaking, and a purple and green lizard like creature came into the room, holding a glass of a white liquid. “OK…” I said, utterly confused at this point. “Wondering a couple of things here, one: What is the creature that walked into here, and two, what is the liquid in the glass.”

The being looked at me, seemingly offended that I called him a creature, “For your information, I am a Dragon!” He glared at me.

I raised my hands defensively, “Sorry, just never seen a dragon like you before.”

Twilight looked at me, “You have dragons? But I thou-” She was cut off as I screamed, the heat had flared up again, stronger than before. My hands flew to my temples, trying to block out the pain as the world vanished. Images rushed into my mind, images of giant four legged scaled beasts, with wingspans of 100 ft or more. Images of different variants of these beasts flooded my mind, but one stuck out. A female Dragon, I guess that was what they were, with sapphire colored scales, and had piercing blue eyes, staring at me.

Just as quick as it had started, it dissipated, the heat dying down to a more tolerable level. The world returned, me gasping for breath as Twilight and the dragon were crowded around me, worry and concern evident on their faces. “What just happened?” The dragon asked as he helped me up to a sitting position.

“Images. Memories, possibly.” I gasped, taking deep lungfuls of air. “I saw dragons, but they weren’t like you.” He looked at me, a confused look on his face. “These dragons walked on four legs like Twilight, and they had wingspans of over 100 feet.” Finally getting my breath back, I began to relax. “That… hurt like hell.” I said, massaging my temples a bit.

Spike grabbed the glass of white liquid and handed it to me, “Here, this might help.”

“Thanks,” I said, grabbing the glass, “I never got your name little guy,” I lifted the glass, “Cheers.” I took a deep gulp of the substance. It was burning hot, and tasted disgusting. I instantly spat out whatever the hell it was, “What the fuck was that?!” I rasped, the overly hot substance burning my throat.

Twilight glared at me, or at least the best she could whilst covered in the substance. “It’s called warm milk, and it’s hotter than it should be.”

She turned her glare from me to the Dragon, who laughed nervously. “Heh, sorry, my name’s Spike by the way. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo came over looking for some books on ‘monster hunting’. I managed to shift their focus from monster hunting to monster lore, I figured Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash would prefer that. It took longer than I thought, and when I got back to the kitchen, the milk was close to boiling.”

He gave a happy sigh when he said Rarity, which caused me to raise an eyebrow. “Um… Is he OK?” I asked Twilight. “He seems a bit…” I searched for a correct term, “Love struck.”

Twilight giggled, confirming my suspicions to be true. “He is. Ever since he-”

All of a sudden, a pink pony without a horn and wings jumped out of a vase, yelling, “FOOOORRRREEEEVVVVEEERRRR!!!!!!” She was about to hop back inside, when she saw me. “OHMYGOSHWHATAREYOU?!?!?!” She yelled in rapid fire wording, rushing up to me and getting right up in my face. “HI I’M PINKIE PIE, WHAT’S YOUR NAME, DO YOU LIKE CUPCAKES, OR COOKIES OR ICE CREAM OR-” She kept going on and on as I freaked out more and more.

I was visibly shaking at this point, you gotta understand, I didn’t know who or what I was, making me not very stable at the moment, and some random, hyperactive pink pony was all up in my face, asking me all kinds of random questions, so yeah, a bit more out of it than usual. “Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh…” I stammered, not able to say more than that at the moment.

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie, I gathered that was her name, was dragged backwards, a purple aura surrounding her. “Please, Pinkie Pie, he’s been through a very traumatic experience, he needs his space for now.” Twilight said gently once Pinkie Pie was a significant distance from me.

It took another couple of minutes for me to calm down. “Wh-why wo-wo-would y-you do th-that?” I managed to say, still a bit shellshocked.

Pinkie Pie looked at me, tears starting to form in her eyes. “I-i’m so-sorry…” She sniffed, “I-I did-didn't know th-that yo-you had be-been through so-something, I-I ju-just ge-get s-so exci-excited abou-about me-meeting new po-ponies, an-and I-I ju-just-” Pinkie Pie completely broke down at this point, sobbing a river of tears out of both eyes, literally. I might not know much about anything at this point, but I’m pretty sure that crying doesn't work like that.

I wasn't really sure what to do at this point, and judging by the looks on Twilight’s and Spike’s faces, they didn't know what to do either. Pinkie Pie was crying so much that the floor had been stained and was beginning to flood. Not wanting the room to completely flood, I did the only thing that made logical sense to my broken mind.

I gave the pink mare a hug.

“Shhh… It’s ok.” I whispered, “You didn't know what I had been through.” I loosened my arms around her and looked her in the eyes, “I promise that I’ll answer your questions, just, give me some time to figure out what’s going on. Sound good?” Pinkie nodded, still teary eyed. “Good.” I wiped her tears away with a hand, “No tears.” I said softly, placing my forehead on hers. “No tears.” I repeated to myself in a whisper.

Pinkie Pie smiled at me as she drew herself away. “Ok, but you have to pinkie promise me that as soon as you're ready, I get to throw you a Welcome to Ponyville party!” She exclaimed excitedly.

I cocked my head sideways, “Pinkie Promise?”

Pinkie nodded ecstatically, “Cross my heart and hope to fly, Stick a cupcake in my eye!” As she said this, she went through a couple of motions, ending with sticking her hoof in her eye.

I stared, “And this is what, some kind of super promise?” I glanced at Twilight, who shrugged.

“Just do as she says.” Twilight responded, “I gave up trying to figure her out years ago.”

I shrugged, “I Pinkie Promise to let you throw me a welcome to Ponyville party as soon as I’m ready.” I went through the motions, ending up sticking my hand in my open eye, “Damn!” I hissed, “I can see some people getting hurt with that last part…” I sat back up, my hurt eye slightly shut. “It was nice to meet you Pinkie Pie, is there anything else you wanted?”

Pinkie thought about it, “Nope!” She exclaimed happily, zipping away.

I stared at the cloud of dust in the shape of Pinkie Pie slowly fade away. “How in the holy hell does that work?” I asked blankly.

Twilight shrugged, “Again, I gave up trying to figure her out years ago.” She looked at me curiously, “You seem to be taking everything surprisingly well.”

I looked at her like she was insane, “What do you call crying my eyes out and glomping you, then having a breakdown at Pinkie Pie asking me a bunch of random questions? I don’t think I’m taking this very well.”

Twilight gazed at me with sympathy, along with something else that I could not recognize. “Most ponies who forget everything usually go into a major depression, consisting of them muttering to themselves, rocking in the fetal position, screaming at other ponies, along with other things.” She said, a hint of sadness in her eyes. There was something she wasn't telling me, but I decided not to push it any further. “Is there anything else you needed?”

A burst of sadness hit me, all the things that I had lost hitting me suddenly. “A name would be nice.” I muttered, looking downwards.

Twilight was silent, making me feel even worse for some reason. “Blank Canvas.” She said suddenly.

My head found it’s way upwards, my eyes filled with confusion. “Huh?”

Twilight gave me a small smile, “Blank Canvas, you wanted a name, and I think it fits. When a canvas is blank, it begs to be filled, like you.” Her smile grew slightly.

My mind turned over, a smile growing on my face, “Blank Canvas… I know who I am.” My smile grew even larger. “Thank you Twilight, this means the world to me.” I was hit by a wave of exhaustion, making me sway slightly. “Whoa… this has been exhausting.” I let out a huge yawn. “Do you have a spare bed. I feel like I could sleep for a week, and If that proves to be true, I don’t want you to be bed less…” I gave another huge yawn.

Twilight nodded, her horn lighting up and what looked like a fold up bed and a mattress flashed into existence. After she set up the bed, Twilight raced over to me, guiding me to the bed as I shakily stood up. “I can try to find a better bed tomorrow-” She began to apologize, before I cut her off.

“Twilight, this is perfect.” I told her, “I’m surprised that you’re even doing this for me.”

“What else would friends do?” Twilight said to me, a mix of humor and hurt in her voice, “We are friends, aren't we?”

I was shocked, she’s known me for what, a couple of hours? She already considers me her friend? But it was a pleasant shock. I nodded, a smile on my face, “Yeah, I would like to think so.”

Twilight’s smile matched my own as I laid down on the new bed, a couple of blankets from her bed floating over to mine. “Good.” She said as she tucked me in.

A question came to my mind, “What time is it?” I asked.

Twilight glanced at the clock, “About 10:00 AM. You arrived at about 8:00 AM.” She explained to me.

I nodded, “Probably won’t be sleeping throughout the night… might make it hard to go to sleep tomorrow…” I said sleepily. “Thanks for saving my life Twilight, It means a lot to me.” I muttered as I closed my eyes, “Goodnight, or should I say good morning?” I breathed as sleep overtook me.

Author's Note:

The second Chapter is here, the creature has a name, Blank Canvas, we find out that Twilight has some experience with this, and what does her scar burning symbolize?

Also, if someone gets a bit upset about how I said Amnesiacs act when they loose their memories, I am writing that with no past knowledge, just what I think I would do if I lost all my knowledge and memories, so I apologize in advance.

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