• Published 19th May 2020
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Rekindled Embers - applezombi



Hundreds of years after the death of Twilight Sparkle, a brutal theocracy rules over ponies with an iron hoof. A young pegasus mare slowly learns the truth about her world, and the lies her faith is built on.

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Interlude: ???

The page is blank except for two sentences.

There used to be more. I had more. Then I sold them. For…

For…

I don’t remember.

But those two sentences are always there.

It’s my fault she’s missing.

It’s my fault she’s dead.

Other words float around. Redemption. Restitution. Forgiveness. But for a long time, only those two sentences were on the page.

How long?

Minutes, maybe. Or longer? I don’t know. I can’t remember. I sold that for…

…something.

But now there’s more words on the page. I didn’t put them there. Names. She is Rarity. I used to know that. Now I know it again.

I know my name, too. It’s…

I'm sure it was...

I remember Sunburst. The little foal isn’t Sunburst. But he is? I don’t know.

Not-Sunburst’s father tells me we’re going to see Rarity.

I see the pain in his eyes of every pony he’s had to hurt. Ponies shouldn’t kill ponies.

We’re on a boat. Sometimes I forget why. I’m filling the page with more sentences, but sometimes they disappear. Not those two, though.

It’s my fault she’s missing.

It’s my fault she’s dead.

I talk to Sunburst every day. Wait, no. Not-Sunburst. When he speaks, it stays on the page longer. He doesn’t say much, he’s just a foal. He’s so sweet and curious, though. He thinks I’ve been hurt, and he wants to find out how, so he can fix it.

How do I remember that?

We’re going to see her. Rarity. She’s alive. Not-Sunburst’s father says so. I don’t know what I’ll do when I see her. I found her place. Stayed there for a few days. Years? I don’t know. I kept something for her, but now it belongs to…

Lofty Tale. I remember that sometimes, before it leaves the page too. Lofty Tale, his marefriend Topaz, and his son True. Not-Sunburst.

Remembering hurts. Sometimes it’s better to have nothing on the page. Sometimes I wish I could erase everything. Even those two sentences.

But I can. I know I can. Once I meet Rarity. Once I know she’s safe, that sentence can go away. It can be erased.

That just leaves her.

It’s my fault she’s dead. But I can erase her sentence too. Somepony was working on it. There’s a book.

It’s in my hoofwriting. I don’t remember.

But in the book there are spells. Looking at the spells hurts. I can’t remember why, but I can feel it. It hurts me. Shames me. I used one of them to…

…it broke me once.

But if I give the spells to them, they can undo things. Maybe. Erase the sentence.

Only, one of them is going to have to die if I do.

I don’t care. I’m tired.

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