Rebels in Equestria 5 - Redux

Chapter 5 - Redux Updated July 3rd, 2013


  > Autumn’s cool breeze blows through the library’s windows.
> The room is still save for a dancing candlelight above.
> Slowly, but surely your telekinetic binds along your body begin to release.
> The pressure along your chest dissipates, and you take a deep breath.

> Twilight releases her grasp and trots over to you.
> She extends one of her hoofs out to you.
> “Ah-na-ny-mous?” she asks.
> Despite the language barrier, she’s able to pronounce it well enough.
>  You grasp her hoof in a handshake.

> It’s a strange sensation.
> Her hoof, it’s firm yet plush at the same time.
> Almost like a bag of sand.

“Yes. Anonymous.” You respond.
> However Twilight seems to have ignored you all together.
> Instead she seems completely mesmerized by your hand.,
> She holds your hand in awe and continues to admire it well after you finish the hand shake.
> Twilight waves for the rest of the ponies to see for themselves.
> They follow suit, timidly.

> With her telekinesis, she brings a scroll of paper and a pencil over to you.
> She eagerly hands the paper to you.
> “Ah-no-ny-mous?” she asks, while whisking the pencil at the paper.

> You’re probably as new a sight to them as they are to you.
> And judging from what you’ve seen so far, they probably never had the luxury of opposable appendages like those of a human.
> Instead, they rely heavily on that telekinetic force of their to manipulate the world around them.

> You decide to humor them.

> You remove your thick leather gloves.
> And as you do, you can feel their eyes widen in awe.
> With your calloused and worn hands you firmly grasp the pen and paper.

> You carefully write out the letters “A-N-O-N-Y-M-O-U-S” as neatly as you can.
> Pointing to the paper, you repeat your name a few times.
> Eventually, Twilight seems to catch on.

> She snatches the paper and shows it to the rest of the ponies.
> Judging by the tone of her voice, you can tell she sounds surprised or impressed even.

> She smiles briefly before turning to the rest of the ponies.
> You can hear your name mention a few times within the conversation.

> Their language is so strange.
> It doesn’t sound like anything you’ve ever heard before.

> You sit patiently, finishing your apple.
> It’s sweet flavor is almost too good to be true.
> The yellow Pegasus fetches you another when she notices you’ve come close to finishing it.
> You give her a nod and a warm smile.
“Thank you.”
> And although you don’t speak the same language, she smiles, nods her head and responds with what you assume to be “You’re welcome.”

> Twilight returns to your side, this time carrying a tall stack of scrolls.
> She pulls one from the pile and stretches it across the table.
> It’s a map that seems to have been hand drawn from a skilled cartographer.
> It’s covered in various landmarks, rives and towns.

> Twilight points to a small spot on the middle of the map before pointing to herself.
> She then points to you.

“Where I’m from?”

> You study the map, hoping to find a familiar land mark.
> …
> But you cant find anything.
> You shake your head in disagreement.

“My bag.”
> You point to the white pony, still carrying your belongings. You wave her over to you.
“Bring it to me.”

> She does so [spoiler]hesitantly[/spoiler]

“Thanks.”
> You dig through your bag and produce a mess of crumbled papers.
> A small laminated document catches your eye.
“Got it.”

> You unfold it on the table before you.
> It’s a detailed map of your home nation.
> And although it’s covered in scribbles and scrawls, it’s still very much legible.
> You point to a small dot on the south coast, then to yourself.
“I lived here.”

> The ponies circle around the map in awe.
> Curiosity and awe gleams in their eyes,
> Twilight pulls up a scroll and starts jotting down various notes on the scroll.
> You dig through your bag some more and pull out an old pre-war post card.
> It’s a postcard of your hometown, and it has dozens of sky scrapers lined up along the city scape.
> You hand it to Twilight.

> And just as you do, you hear a hard knock coming from the door.
> The room goes silent for moment before the knocking starts up again.

> Twilight makes her way to the door, her hooves just faintly echoing in the silence.
> She cracks the door open.
> All the meanwhile, you hear the other ponies whispering.
> They sound bothered, worried even.

> Before she knew it, Twilight was knocked aside from the door.
> Several white stallions forced their way into the library.
> Instantly Twilight starts asking questions, but they are all too quick to ignore her.

> They are dressed head to toe in golden clad armor.
> Some are armed with swords, shields and bows.
> Soldiers. Akin to your own.
> Their eyes widen in shock when they see you.
> One of them starts barking orders to the others.

> The stallions draw their weapons and start to surround you.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” you shout, stumbling back.
> You can hear the white stallions shouting at the top of their lungs.
> Twilight and the others argue with the soldiers as well.
> One of the stallions readies his bow and arrow.
> The sound of the string being tightened brings chills down your spine.

> You make a dash for your bag, knocking aside the white unicorn.
> You pull up your pistol and aim it the archer.
“Drop it! I’ll shoot! Drop it right now!”

> He doesn’t comply.
> Instead, he only pulls farther back on the string.
> A few of the other soldiers surround you with swords and shields.

> They’re hesitant.
> You tower over them all.

“I’ll blow your fucking head off! I swear to god! Drop it! Drop it right now!”
> Your voice booms throughout the library.
> But they don’t heed to your warning.
> You aim for the archer’s head, and pull back the hammer on the revolver.

> You could hear Twilight shouting your name.
> Over and over again.
> Asking you to stop.
>…
> No.
> She’s begging you.

> You imagine yourself pulling the trigger.
> The cold ‘pop’ of your weapon followed by the kickback.
> You imagine the archer’s head disintegrating into a puff of pink mist and gore.

> Your arms tremble and your visions clouds.
> [spoiler]Is this what you really want?[/spoiler]
> [spoiler]Is this how you want them to know you as?[/spoiler]
> [spoiler]A murderer? [/spoiler]

“No.”
> You lower your sidearm.

> And no sooner, a stallion tackles you to the ground.
“Fuck!” you shout, as he slams against a table.
> The rest of them close in on you and hold you at knife point.

> They tie heavy metal chains to your arms and legs.
“Get off! Get the fuck off!”
> You try your hardest to resist, struggling and thrashing about.
> You flail your legs, and feel your foot make contact with something.
> Hard.

> One of the soldiers stands back with a bloodied lip.
> He shouts an order to the rest of them.
> And just for a split second, you feel a hard crack alongside the back of your head before passing out.

---

> There's gunshots outside.
> The sounds of men screaming fill your ears and send a cold shiver down your spine.
> This operation was a bust.

> Fearing for your life, you rush up a set of stairs.
> The hallways have been long emptied and deserted.

> The cold winter air ravages through the buildings various wholes and cracks.
> Warm blood trickles down your shoulder.

“Just stay with me. J-Just stay with me!” you shout.

> Walking is somewhat difficult.
> On account of the man you're carrying over your shoulder.
> He's been shot, and it looks like bad.
> You feel his warm blood trickle down your arms and down your neck.
> It soaks your clothing.
> He's losing blood.
> Fast.

> You drag yourself down the apartment's halls.
> Each side, lined with doors.

> You pick one at random and shove your body against it.
> The hallway door flies right off it's hinges.

> “Arrrgh! Anooon! Please!”
“Just stay with me, man! You're doing alright!”

> You shuffle into the apartment.
> There's a small kitchenette to your left.
> There you find a small table and lie your friend across the table.

> He screams in pain with every motion you make.
> “A-Anon! I-I don't wanna die!”
“Just with me! Just stay with me! You're gonna be okay!”

> You start searching through the kitchen's cabinets.
> You've got no medical supplies.
> And right now, the situation is critical.

> You run off into the bath room and dig through their medicine cabinets.
> But you find nothing.
> No first aid.
> No medicine.
> Nothing.

> Like most of these parts, any and all useable supplies has already been scavenged.

> You grab a dirty towel from the floor and try to run it under cold water.
> No dice.
> The enemy has cut the water supplies to this side of town

> “Anooon!”
> His cries become more agonizing by the minute.
“Just- Fuck! Just give me a minute!”
> You take the lid off the toilet tank and dip the towel inside.

> “Anon! P-Please!”

> You rush back into the kitchen.
> He's still on the table, thrashing about.
> You do your best as to clean the wounds. Removing as much debris and shrapnel as you can.
> As you press down down on the wound, blood seeps out of his body like a sponge.

“Look at me! You're alright! You hear? Just stay with me!”
> He just screams in agony.
> The bleeding doesn't stop.
> You press the towel down and apply more pressure to the wound.
> He gags on his own blood and he struggles to breath.

> He starts crying.
> He's begging for his life.

> “A-A-A-Anon.”
> His body enters shock and trembles constantly.
“It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay. J-Just relax!”
> You pull him close to your body
“It's gonna be okay! You're gonna be fine!”

> You feel his body convulse.
> His breathing slows.
> You squeeze him harder.
> Consoling him in his dying moments.

> “I-I I wanna go home.”
> His pulse drops.
> And finally, you feel the last bit of life leave his body.

…

“No..”
“No!”
“No! No! No!”

> You wipe your face from tears.

> You dig through his blood soaked jacket.
> Most of it is torn up by shrapnel.

> You find his wallet.
> You look inside.
> There isn't much.
> A few dollars bills. A bank card, a driver's lisence and a few crumbled up photos of him with his family.

> He had a wife and two little girls.

> You take the photo's, along with the rest of his gear.

> You turn back to his body and take one last good look at him.
> His eyes are still wide open.
> Forever stricken with fear.
> You close his eyes, and lay him to rest.

“I'm sorry.”

> You leave the apartment and start to make your way out the building.
> You swing the doors to the building open and make your way into the frigid night.
> The wind picks up and a blizzard makes it impossible to see anything.
> You venture into the darkness before losing track of time.

---

> You awake to the sounds of Twilight arguing with the solders.
> The voices of the rest of the ponies are present too.
> For the most part, they sounds upset or discouraged.

> You reach towards the sounds of her voice, but find your arm shackled down.
“Twilight?” you call out.
> Your voice is coarse and dried.

> Heavy handcuffs run chained downed your body.
> The rusty metal has already started to irritate the skin around your ankles and wrists.

> Your eyes adjust, and you find yourself in a new local.
> You feel cold wind whipping against your face.
> The air is thin, and difficult to breath.
> You find yourself in the cabin of a small airborne chariot.
> It's pulled by a fleet of pegasus ponies.
> The constant swaying motion of the cabin makes you sick to your stomach.
> But you manage.

> The seat you were chained to was small and uncomfortable.
> Two soldiers sat at your side, each one of them carrying their sword at the ready.

> Twilight sat across from you.
“Twilight?” you ask. “Where are you taking me?”
> She looks at you.
> She gives you a warm smile as if to say “Don't worry.”

> You feel the chariot begin to descend at an alarming rate.
> The chariot felt as if it were in free fall.
> You grit your teeth and hold on tightly to the arm rests.

> It breaks through the cloud line, revealing the land below.
> You look out the windows and take the landscape in awe.
> Rolling planes stretch out as far as the eye can see.

> A small mountain range comes into view.
> A beautiful city rests on the peak of a mountainside.
> Hundreds of small buildings becomes nestled within each other.
> They give way to small water canals that run along the length of the city, and empty in valley below.
> And at the top of it all, you spot a castle that overshadows the rest of the city.

> It's white walls gleamed against the black mountainside.
> As the chariot descends, the castle becomes ore distinct.

> Acres of green land surround the castle.
> The grounds are painted rich with colors thanks to the flower gardens.
> There are several statues and villas set around the grounds.

> The chariot makes a hard landing.
> The soft smell of flowers wafts into your nose.
> Atop this mountainside-castle, a gentle breeze brushes against your skin.
> It's soothing.

> But the experience is short lived.

> You're forced from your seat and pushed out of the chariot.
> You stumble out of the chariot and fall onto the lawn.

> The soldier shouts something at you.
> His voice is coarse and demanding.
> It sounds all too familiar.
> You glance over to the solider.
> A stallion a snow white coat and deep blue hair.
> His golden clad armor is just slightly different than the rest of the gaurds.
> He must be the ranking officer.

> You look him in the eye.
> His stare is cold  and soul-less.
> His expression is grim, and his disgust of you is more than apparent.

> His cold stare reminds you much of the enemy.
> Those Stovie bastards that ruined your life.
> He barks another order at you.
> You clench you fists.
> What you wouldn't do to give this bastard a piece of your mind.

> Twilight comes to your side and helps you to your feet.
“Thanks.” you whisper.

> She tugs at your clothes and leads you to the castle's main door.
> They swing open.
> You feel a sharp prod against your back as the solder leads you in.
> His sword is sharp, but he doesn't puncture your skin.

> The chains on your legs are short, leaving you to take baby steps.
> A soft dragging sound  echos throughout the castle as the rusty chains scrape along the polished marble floors.

> You take note on how magnificent this castle truly is.
> It looks like it was taken straight out of a fairytale story book.
> As you're led down the castle halls, it becomes apparent the castle was built and maintained by only the finest artisans.

> Marble statues are lined along every hallway.
> Beautiful paintings stretch as far as the eye can see.
> And almost every window you come across is a stained glass piece.

> Your watch beeps twice.
> Noon.
> The sun has risen high over the horizon, and the colored light from the stained glass shines on the floors and walls.

> They catch your eye.
> Each one of them depicts some sort of ponies in several scenes.
> You notice one thing in common among several windows.

> The windows all feature ponies who have an uncanny resemblance to Twilight and her friends.

> [spoiler] Is it really her? [/spoiler]
> You slow down your stride as to get a better view.
> You notice the identical tattoos across their flanks.

> The soldier shouts something before prodding you with his sword, urging you to hurry.
> But you're sure of it.
> It's definitely Twilight.

> Your mind races with thoughts and speculation.
> Is she royalty?
> Maybe she's a figurehead of power?
> Or perhaps they're deities?

> Where have they taken you?
> And why are the guards so hostile?

> Your mind wanders even more as you traverse through the castle.
> Eventually your party stops.
> You note the increased hostility at this point.
> Before you sits a large pair of doors.
> They are masterfully carved with a sun and moon insignia across each door.

> The doors become enveloped in a rich white aura before swinging open.
> Twilight tugs at your clothes and irks you ahead.
> The rest of her friends step inside.

> You enter a huge hall adorned with various statues, flags and tapestries.
> There are dozens of support beams running across the walls in a Roman style.

> Each one of them gives way for another masterfully crafted stained glass window.

> Your attention is drawn to the center of the room.
> Two large thrones are placed adjacent to each other.
> One is a bright white and has a sun insignia on it.
> The other is a deep blue with a crescent moon.

> A large white horse is seated on the white throne.
> Upon your entry, her eyes open in awe.
> You can feel her gaze travel across every inch of your body.
> You study her as she does you.

> Her coat is as white as snow.
> Her mane wafts effortlessly throughout the air.
> All while displaying an ever changing array of colors.
> The way her mane flows reminds you of the northern lights.
> It's beautiful.

> As you exchange glances, you begin to notice more about her.
> She dons a regal golden crown. Along with matching gauntlets and a nacklace.
> It doesn't take you long to realize she's royalty around here.

> She stands from her throne.
> And as she does, every other pony in the room takes an immidiate bow.


> You feel a sharp whip across your knee.
> The solider whips the blunt edge of his sword across your legs once more, forcing you to take a knee.
> He barks an order at you, and thrusts his hoof into your side.
> You grunt in pain as you stumble to the floor.

> e grabs you by the collar and pulls you close to his face.
> He shouts so loud, it leaves your ears ringing.
> You glance at him.

> Everything about him angers you.
> His attitude.
> His stupid face.
> His smug grin.
> [spoiler] You should have killed him when you had the chance. [/spoiler]

> You spit in his face.
> He drops you and steps back in disgust.
> He wipes his face and draws his sword.

> You hear the distinct 'whoosh' as his sword cuts through the air.
> You clench your teeth and shit your eyes for the incoming blow.
> This is it.

> …
> …

> You open your eyes, only to see the blade a few inches from your face.
> It's enveloped in a rich white aura coming from the royal pony's horn.

> She points to the doors, and dismisses the guards.
> Her voice, is soft and echoes throughout the hall.
> It's almost soothing.
> The soldier gives you a look of disgust and hate as he exits the room.

> Twilight finally steps forward to speak with the royal pony.
> Her friends join in the conversation as well.
> You hear your name mentioned a few times.

> The royal simply stares at you the entire time.

> She steps forward and pulls you up to your feet.
> And for the first time, you see her eye to eye.

> She looks deep into your eyes as you do to her.
> Finding compassion and empathy within.

> Her horn glows with a rich white aura as she undoes your shackles.
> They fall to the ground with a heavy 'thud'.

“Thank you.”
> Your first instinct is to express you gratitude with a handshake.
> Force of habit.

> You try to step forward, but lose your balance and fall to the ground.
> You look at your feet, finding them enveloped in a purple aura coming from Twilight's horn.
“W-What?”
> You're caught by surprise as the cyan and yellow pegasi pick you up and grab you by the arms.
> They pull your arms away from each other and hold you in place.

> You hear a hear a heavy electric crackle.
> You look forward.
> The royal pony is approaching you, her horn fizzing with raw energy.
> You start to feel an unbearable heat coming from her horn.

“No! Let go!” you shout.
> You pull your arms in every direction, trying desperately to free yourself.

“Twilight! No! Don't do this!” you shout.
> You continue to beg and plead.
> She looks away, too ashamed to make eye contact.
“Please! Twilight! I'm sorry! Twilight!”

> The electric crackle intensifies.
> One of the sparks brushes against your skin.
> Instantly, a surge of pain courses throughout your body.
> You start trembling and shouting in pain.
> The royal pony pony touches her horn against your forehead.

> It felt is someone was drilling a hole through your skull.
> Your shouts echo throughout the throne room.
> Your body convulses for a moment.
> Your vision blurs.
> Your hearing fades.
> And soon, all pain is non-existant.

> Your senses have been muffled.

> But you're not dead.
> No.
> You've simply been left with your thoughts..

> But you're not alone.

> You feel a surge of emotions, feelings and ideas.
> Those that do not belong to you.
> You feel a second presence in your mind.

> It's the royal pony.
> She's here with you.

> You suddenly feel your deepest memories unlock and replay themselves before you.
> Starting from your earliest memories they play out like a movie before you.
> She's reading you. Like a book.

> You try to fight against it, but it's no use.

> She starts from the very beginning.
> Skimming through your childhood memories.
> There, your life plays before you like video on fast forward.

> You relive your most memorable moments.
> Your first day at school.
> Your first girlfriend.
> The first time you made love with her.
> Your high school prom.
> Graduation.
> Your first real job, and your first time moving out.
> Your friends, family.
> All your secrets and idea's
> She reads everything

> She gets closer and closer to the end of your life.

> The war.
> Your brothers in arms.
> Everything you've seen.
> Everything you've done.
> It's all coming back to you.
> It leaves you with a surge of unbearable misery.
> All those memories you've tried so hard to forget.

> You struggle to cope.
> As she slows her search and takes time to analyze everything in gross detail.

> The brutal invasion of your home.
> The crumble of your country, your culture and your very way of life.
> It's painful to think of what once was.
> Everything near and dear to you, gone.

> You still can't bring yourself to accept these terms.
> What those bastards did was unacceptable.
> Women and children were slaughtered in the streets.
> Men were taken as prisoners and never heard from again.
> Families were torn apart.

> It was awful.

> It wasn't long before your memories took you to your last day on earth.
> Those last hours in the dead of night.
> Making the final push for your freedom.

> It all plays back in vivid detail for the royal pony to watch.
> Getting cornered on the bridge.
> Losing all your comrades.
> Detonating the explosives.
> And making the ultimate sacrifice for your country.

> You don't know whether your actions were in vain.
> Unfortunately, you didn't live to see the end of the war.

> Your actions may have been brutal. Inhumane.
> The entire ordeal may have been pointless.

> But at least you fought in something you believed in.

> Your memories fade.

> You feel strange.
> You can feel her digging through your mind.
> She's not skimming, or reading.
> No.
> She's adding information.
> It's a strange sensation that only lasts for a few moments.
> And as soon as she finishes, she releases her grip on you.

> Your left alone with your thoughts once more.

> One by one, you regain your senses.
> But you still feel weak.
> Your body limps and collapses under it's own weight.

> You hear voices.
> “He's falling! Quick! Grab him!”
> “Augh! He's heavy! A little help?!”
> “Will he be alright?”
> “Celestia!? W-What happened? What did you see?”

> Twilight rushes to your side.
> “Anonymous? Can you hear me? Are you alright?”
> Your vision blurs.
> “Anonymous?! Answer me!”
> Your hearing dulls and you drift off.














*This is the original post from June 27th, 2012 for anyone that cares.


>The chariot begins to descend.
>All the meanwhile, the ponies have started up a conversation with the guards.
>Those guards have been tossing you the stink eye the entire ride.
>It’s beginning to get on your nerves
>Clearly they are more 'cautious' about your presence than the mane 6.
>You heard your name gestured a couple times in their conversations.
>This shit was getting awkward, fast.

>Your chariot lands in front of the castle, the Pegasus piloting the chariot touchdown with grace and ease
>The castle stands proudly above the city below
>You are ushered out into the courtyard where more guards have gathered.
>There must be dozens of them
>Almost all of them are armed with spears and claymores
>You try to ignore their hostile glares and look to Twilight for comfort.
>She is still at your side tugging at your clothes, leading you into the castle
>The first thing you notice is how elegant the interior is.
>Looking down you can see your reflection on the polished marble floors.
>The sun shines through various stained windows
>Twilight leads your party through the castle, the various twist and turns makes it feel like a labyrinth
> It's obvious she has been here before.
> Most of the castles residents stop in their tracks when they see you.
> Almost all of them had fear struck into their eyes, some even looked disgusted
>You get that welling feeling in your gut.
>Like you don’t belong here
>It’s ironic really
>You considered yourself to be a pretty calm and verdant person
>But people here looked at you like you were some kind of monster

>As you enter the castle you can feel the completely different atmosphere
>There is soft music echoing throughout the halls, it’s soothing.
[spoiler] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9BJUFJV_uk [/spoiler]
>The smell of freshly baked goods wafts into your nose, there’s probably a dining hall nearby
>Walking down you notice some more stained windows lining the hallways.
>Most of them depict some sort of scene involving various beasts and ponies
>Upon closer inspection you realize Twilight is in some of them
>In fact, all 6 ponies that brought you here are depicted in various window scenes.
>Hehe, they must be royal or someshit.
>The memory of beating down the Cyan pony into the forest floor comes into your mind.

>Oh shit.
>Did you fucking beat down royalty?
>Fuck
>If you did they're probably going to lock your sorry ass in a dungeon
>If you didn't they would still imprison your sorry ass for life
>Either you're fucked regardless.
>You feel a bit nauseous at this realization
>Fuck, you should have let the reds capture you at the bridge.
>At least they would have killed you in time

>After going down god knows how many hallways you arrive at what appears to be a throne room.
>The room is adorned in various flags and statues
>Lining the walls are huge support columns, they have a very Roman design to them
>They tower above everyone in the room, successfully giving you a feeling of insignificance
>The main attraction are the two thrones in the center of the room.
>One of them is occupied by this huge pony.
>She has a pure white coat with a flowing multicolored mane.
>You just watch in awe as it flows freely without any sort of wind.
“How is that shit even possible?”
>No one seemed to notice your comment.

>It finally dawns on you how tall you are compared to everyone else.
>The pony on the throne just barely reaches your shoulder height
>Everyone else you’ve met so far barely reaches above your waist.
>Holy shit, you're a giant.

> That huge pony is staring straight into your eyes.
>She's staring daggers man.
>Averting your vision from her you then notice how she has both a pair of wings and a Horn.
>She's also sporting some gauntlets and a matching crown

>It takes you a moment to put two and two together
>...Oh shit, it's an alicorn and she must be royalty around here.
>You turn to share your discovery with Twilight, but then realize they are all bowing.
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>Without second thought you kneel down as well.
>The alicorn gets up from the throne and trots closer to you
>You feel the alicorn’s presence only a few feet from you
>By now everyone has gotten up from their bow.
>You stay kneeled down for what seems like forever.
>You felt Twilight's hoof on your shoulder, followed by her voice.
>Even with Twilight’s reassurance you didn’t dare look the alicorn in the eyes again
>A huge conversation stirred up, you could tell you were the main topic
>The tone of voice coming from Twilight didn't sound good.
>Every time you heard the alicorn say your name, the hairs on your neck stood on end.
>The conversations continued on for what seemed like an eternity.
>You got lost in your thoughts of what’s going to happen next.
>Eventually you felt Twilight shaking your shoulder again, followed by the orange pony nudging you forward.

>You stand up tall and just stare face to face with the Alicorn.
>Suddenly her horn begins to glow, she inches it closer and closer to you.
>Nope!
>You try to make a dash for it but the cyan pony quickly cuts you off before you make it to the door.
>Soon you feel the white pony picking you up with her horn
“No! No! You don’t have to do this! Fuuck!” You yell at the top of your lungs
>As much as you try to struggle you can’t escape the telekinetic grip
>The Alicorn inches closer to you, her horn glowing even brighter
“Twilight! Come on! Fuckin’ do something! Twilight!”
>She is clearly ignoring you

>Suddenly you feel the slight tap on your forehead from her horn.
>It feels like your forehead just made contact with an electrical current.
> [spoiler] Aw shit! It stings! [/spoiler]
>A surge of emotions and memories surge through your mind.
>You begin to remember EVERTHING about your life.
>Everything you've ever witnessed, thought or felt was surging into your mind again.
>All those insignificant details from deep in your subconscious are now flowing freely as memories.
>Everything little detail is as clear as day
>It's only a matter of time before you come to realization of what’s really going on...
>She's reading through your memories.

>No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't move your body
>Nor could you resist the mind reading
>You could feel her presence in your mind, carefully watching and studying your memories.
>She’s searching your mind, looking for memories
>You only sit and watch as your life played in your mind like some montage
>Your childhood was the first thing to pop up.
>All those care free days playing video games on the Super NES and Gameboy.
>You soon recall all those years in school
>All those long hours studying and working to receive a diploma
>Everything you learned was now fresh in your mind.
>And I mean fucking everything.
>You could remember your lectures from class in absolute detail
>She’s picking up the pace, as the montage of your life flows even faster
>You remember your first real date.
>The day you moved out and went to college
>You remember getting wasted at the local bars with your friends.
>And you remember spending all those hours in the university's library hitting the books.
>In retrospect, your life was pretty repetitive
>Eventually she had gotten to your recent experiences.

>You suddenly recall the start of the war
>Their brutal invasion into your land
>The crumble of your economy, your culture, your way of life.
>It’s painful to think what has happened to everything you held dear
>You remember that one fateful night where your best friend, Chris, died in your arms
>T here was nothing you could do except watch him slip away.
>"..Anon..An...I..Iwwa...I..wanna..g-g-go..home..." His last words will forever be burned into your mind
> Later that night you managed to find his killer
>You beat that mother fucker down until he was nothing more than a bloody mess.
>You remember popping a few rounds in his skull just for good measure
>That was the first time you had ever killed someone
> [spoiler] These memories really gets to you. You can feel yourself shaking in emotions. Anger, sorrow and remorse are just to name a few [/spoiler]

>The images of guerilla warfare play through like a slide show
>It's like a little montage of everything you did during the war
>All those little missions in the dead of night.
>All those lives you took
>You were pretty crafty when it came to it
>Variety is the spice of death right?...
> [spoiler] God, just listen to yourself you sick bastard. Did you really do all that? Did you really kill all those people? [/spoiler]


>Your memories, your previous actions, they disgust you.
>You throw up a bit in your mouth.
>But you suddenly remember why you killed all those Soldiers in the first place.

>What those bastards did was unacceptable
>Your way of life was stolen from you.
>Men were taken as prisoners and forced to do slave labor
>Women were raped in the streets
>Children were executed in front of their parents
>Civilian’s bodies littered the streets
>You clenched your fists when you remember all the war crime that took place
> [spoiler] Those bastards deserved every bit of it. [/spoiler]
>It wasn't long before your memories took you to your last day on earth
>Those last few hours spent fighting in the dead of night
>Your final decision to detonate the explosives on top of you
>You’re sobbing quietly now.
“…It…it was the only way…right?..”
>To become a martyr in the name of your country
>You reassure yourself it was an honorable way to go

>After your last memories fade the alicorn releases her grip on you.
>You can hear heavy crying.
>The alicorn was in full blown hysterics.
>Your little slideshow must have hit her harder than you
>The other ponies are in shocked to see her in such a state.
>She regains her composure, her horn glowing once more.
>A bright light engulfs your body.

>You feel this huge pressure on your forehead.
>The pressure then turns into this searing pain
>The pain only grows with each passing moment
>You try to yell, but no sound escapes your mouth
>The expression on your face is of pure pain.
>You quickly glance over at Twilight. She looks very worried right now.
>God! It feels like someone is drilling a hole through your head
>The light dissipates and so does the initial pain
>A pounding headache ensued.
>It's too much for you right now.
"What....the...hell..."  You barely managed to speak, gasping for breath in between each word
>You manage to take a few steps towards the Alicorn
>Your arm was stretched out to her
>For some reason you had decided to reach out to her
>You then stumble and collapse to the ground

>Thankfully Twilight was able to catch you before you hit the floor.
>The whole ordeal has placed a heavy toll on you.
>You feel weak and unable to move.
>Fuck you feel dizzy
>Everyone in the room was now huddled over you
>They began speaking again, but you were losing consciousness.
>You couldn't really make out what they were saying, everything sounded muffled as fuck
>Every muscle in your body was aching in pain
>Your eyelids suddenly became heavy
>You reached out your arm and held it up weakly
>Twilight met your hand with her hoof
“…Twilight? …Wh-Why?”  You slowly whispered
> “Anonymous? Anonymous!”  For some reason you could clearly make out her speech. Her dialect was much similar recognizable now.
>It wasn’t before long before you lost your grip on your consciousness.
>You drifted off into sleep and into your dreams once more.