Prologue: How It All Began
Prologue: How It Started
It all started after Discord fell from power. The world was in disarray, and the princesses could not do a thing about it. The ponies tried to solve it with the only way that they thought would help: they tried to forget it.
No matter how hard they tried, though, it just didn't work. The world around them was a constant reminder to them. So when scientists and engineers came together, they started building machines, creating chemicals, and experimenting on ponies who volunteered to work with them, ponies thought about how everything could change for the better.
Eventually, after many mutations and experiments, they succeeded in their goal. They had created a serum that would alter the brain's memories, changing them to see everything as something else. All of the despair, suffering, and pain around them disappeared.
Ponies everywhere were given the serum, even the princesses received it. So when a new foal was born, no pony noticed that they were just like them. They didn't notice that there was a major side-affect to the serum: it was passed down from generation to generation.
Life continued happily, even Nightmare Moon didn't bring back the awful memories. Everything was joyful, happy, beautiful, and wonderful!
Then I was born. I was born with two eyes that just wouldn't line up correctly, or so they thought. In reality, my eyes were looking at them, both of my eyes, but one of them was looking at where they really were, and the other one was looking at where they were in the reality that we had made up.
I went through my entire life like this, getting teased and bullied because of it. I saw things that no pony should ever have to see, but I know things now that makes me the smartest pony alive.
However, you might be wondering how my eye can do this if the serum affected the brain. The answer is that being that my eye is hooked up to my brain, it split the memory part of my brain in two. One has the memories of the actual area around it, the other half sees and records the fake world. It's also the reason why I'm so clumsy.
One of the reasons why I love muffins so much sprouts from this curse of mine. They're one of the only foods that I see that isn't littered with pollution and mold, making them far more edible than everything else ponies eat. They even come in so many different flavors and varieties, making them possible for every meal, as well as just being plain delicious!
The only other way to gather food is from the Everfree Forest, or from Sweet Apple Acres, the only places unaffected from the machinery. One is a Forest that seems scary to everypony else, which is why I live there, and the other is pretty close to the machinery. Fluttershy's cottage doesn't count, as her cottage was made of materials from the Everfree.
Aside from everything being dark and gloomy, I do have one friend that occasionally comes and visits me, depending on her mood. Her name's Pinkamena Diane Pie. At first she didn't possess the ability to see what I see, but when she got her cutie mark, she occasionally slipped into seeing it. Her special sight being an off-and-on sort of occurrence made me instantly jealous, but also gave me a friend, as well as a reason to live.
We first met in Ponyville, and now we meet every once in a while at my house when all of Pinkie's friends are busy with other stuff. At one point, when she accidentally cloned herself about a hundred times, a clone of herself made it to me. We had a nice conversation, and she lived with me until she had to get sent back to the Mirror Pool.
Ever since then I started thinking of getting a journal and writing about the crisis, or as Pinkamena likes to put it, the Burning of Memories. So I went and got one, even though it's in terrible condition because of the crisis, and started writing in it. And that's where we are at now: me sitting in my home at night, writing in a journal for the first time. It makes me wonder how somepony might react if they read this.
What I wonder about always seems to fascinate me. Like how I think about bearing a child, but knowing that it's very unlikely. I want to bear a child with a stallion who's like me, who can see things for how they really are. The reason? Simply because my curse should be lifted the next generation, having my child have not one eye that can see the truth, but two. Sadly, no pony fits the description of the father here, so I have to keep hoping that someday I'll find one.
So with that I'm going to conclude my entry. It's going to be dark journal, but I already am feeling a little better. I'm writing a book, starting to tell ponies of the truth, and have a friend, a reason to keep living, and a job.
Oh, wait a moment, I didn't even talk about my job! Well, I am a mailmare. I deliver packages of who knows what to ponies everywhere. I think I once dropped a piano that was completely out of tune, rotting, and disgusting on somepony's head before. ...I told you that seeing two different realities is disorienting, didn't I?
But I still work at the shipping area, and I am getting some pretty good money from it, too.
Why do I want money if I get my food from the Everfree? I might be saving it for something that probably won't happen. Until I get proof that it won't happen, though, then I'll keep saving up for it!
Now, if you have survived reading this journal of mine, no matter how long after I died I think that you deserve a reward. The reward? Well, that would be my name. I'm Derpy, Derpy Hooves. I was with a problem in my eyes, and am able to see two different realities. I have a friend, Pinkamena, and a goal in life. I want to start a family, and I'm a mailmare. So, I'll see you in my next entry.