Chapter Six

> you sit on the ground, grimacing as Twilight again forces herself back into your mind
> It’s been nine sessions, roughly three days since Twilight brought the others to see you
> you know this session will be the last
> the memories brought forth are only a few months old now
> soon you’ll be at the present
> there’s a small comfort in knowing your trial is near an end
> but it’s overshadowed by the dread of what’s to come
> she moves through each memory quickly, most are useless to her
> but to you, each brings another wave of pain and grief
> this was your life flashing before you. your friends, your family, your home
> your heart aches as you realize you will never see any of it again
> there was so much you still wanted to do
> there were things that were never said
> things you never experienced
> you wanted to be a dad…

> Just a few weeks left now
> It was all just so unfair
> you didn’t choose to come here
> you never got a chance to explain yourself
> you never got a chance to fight back
> it was always out of your hands
> you were condemned to this the moment you arrived
> these p0nies, this WORLD, robbed your life and your future from you

>only a few days left
> you didn’t want to die this way
> you didn’t want to die caged and helpless
> you wanted to die fighting, struggling
> you wanted to die with that precious feeling in your heart
> that thing your father taught you to cherish
> that thing you protected and cherished all your life
> you wanted to die with fire in your veins and strength in your limbs
> you wanted to knowing it was your actions that brought you there
> you wanted to die FREE
> but you weren’t free

> that fateful day flashes before you again
> your arrival into Equestria
> fleeing from the guards
> breakfast with Celestia
> your sentence
> your journey here
> your imprisonment under Twilight
> your days spent in the dark
> and then your memories were over
> Twilight’s presence leaves your mind
> “I guess we’re done then” she says, standing up
> you don’t respond
> even if you could speak, there’s nothing you would say
> she turns away and ascends the stairs, the lights going out as she leaves the basement
> you sit there in the darkness, alone with your thoughts
> you wonder if you’ll be remembered back home
> you never did anything truly noteworthy
> but you did make an impact on your world, you had friends and your family loved you
> maybe they’ll tell stories
> maybe your brother will marry that girl he’s been dating for so long
> they made a good couple, they would definitely have plenty of kids
> you wonder what they would look like, would they have your mother’s blue eyes?
> maybe your brother would tell them stories about their long lost uncle anon
> he could tell them about all the times you pranked your father together when you were little
> or the time you both slept in the igloo you built yourselves one winter
> you sit there in the dark, reminiscing on all that you’ve lost
>imagining all that might be
>and mourning all that you will never see