Sherm: My Little Anon: Episode 45

>>You writhe
>>It doesn't feel like you did when you fell asleep
>>This alarms you
>>Your head thrashes to the right
>>You audibly groan
>>Your head thrashes to the left
>>Your friends; where were they?
>>There was something over you
>>But it was loose, warm
>>Your pain had not left you
>>But you had a wider range of motion
>>Confusion becomes you
>>The last awake moment you were suffering heavily and knew exactly where you were
>>Your ignorance to your new locale caused great distress
>>Your eyes could not open
>>You clenched your teeth
>>And audibly protested
Let me out!
>>You demand
I still have things to do!
I'll kill em'!

>>A hoof comes down on your shoulder
>>“Shhh...!”
>>But you don't calm down
>>In fact, it just encourages you to buck harder
>>You force yourself up into a sitting position
>>Whatever it is, it leaps up over you and pushes you back down with plenty of force
>>“Calm yourself, Anonymous!”
>>The voice was female, and it must have been a pony
>>“You must not make such a fuss!”
>>“Your wounds are wide, fresh, but dressed.”
>>“They can ill afford so much stress!”
>>You fall silent, your chest still heaving
>>You set your head back against what you can only assume must be a pillow
>>You still can't see anything
>>But you submit
>>She seems legit enough
>>The feeling of rough hooves lifts from your shoulders, and you can feel the body step over you
Who are you?
>>She is silent for a moment, working on arcane works which you cannot see
>>But she eventually responds to you
>>“Allow me to put your inquisitive mind at ease”
>>“I name is Zecora, if you'd please”
>>You cross an arm over your chest, still uncomfortable about this whole thing
>>You move your hand over your body
>>The bolt that was once nestled tightly in your body is gone
>>It took you until now to realize that
Where am I?
>>She is much quicker to sate your thirst for knowledge, this time
>>“When I found you, passed out and asleep”
>>“I was careful not to make a peep”
>>“You looked so helpless, huddled in the brush”
>>“I knew that you were in quite a rush”
>>“Your blood and toil told a tale”
>>“Of a quest that you must not fail”
>>“Higher powers guide your fate”
>>“Their heavenly will aware of your hate”
>>“And so I brought you back to a place of sanctuary”
>>“So you could recover without fear of an obituary”
>>“So now, Anonymous, rest your fears”
>>“My medicine works better once your head clears”
>>“I know far more than you will ever guess”
>>“For you, the most important thing is rest.”
>>You find yourself slipping away from reality as you listen to the soft rhymes of your savior
>>Your mind addles
>>You slip into something of a trance
Uhhh...
>>You groan
>>Your muscles relax against your better judgment
>>A wooden ladle is forced over your lips
>>A soothing herbal liquid sees you off on a journey into the land of dreams

>>You stand out in front of the cottage
>>Your new Zebra friend told you that five hours have passed
>>Looking up to the waning evening sky, you calculate that it is almost Luna's hour
>>A tight wrapping of cloth binds your torso
>>And your pain is all but gone
>>Apparently, the tribal shaman mixed a brew of an extremely potent pain killer that is making you feel about as indestructible as superman
>>You would question how in Equestria she was able to perform such an operation on human anatomy, but you decide against it
>>You breathe the fresh forest air before turning around to face her
Thank you.
>>She smiles at you, and kicks over a flint knife
>>You recognize it
>>It was yours, at one time
>>You were so desperate for food that wasn't a salad, you fashioned it and went hunting
>>You kneel over and pick it up, observing the serrated, jagged blade
>>“No thanks are necessary”
>>She responds
>>A brown hood flies over her head, and her eyes are replaced by glowing slits
>>Oh, shit! It's the Jawa!
>>“...Now get off my property”
>>She backs into her tree-shack and slams the door before you
>>You blink
>>Look down to the knife
>>Oh, dear.
>>She has an extremely good memory
>>You back away from her tree house before turning, and vanishing into the forest
>>You had a job to do