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- >A bright sky and the sun beaming into your eyes, making you close them instantly
- >That is the first thing you’re aware as you wake up
- >...but from where? Where the hell are you?
- >You sit up and look around
- >You’re on a field that’s covered with forest on all it’s sides
- >...What the hell? This is not...
- >You try to crack your brain to remember what you were doing, but you can’t remember why you are lying here
- >Your hoof hits something leathery and you glance at it
- >it’s a filtration mask
- >You lift it up and take a closer look at it
- >the glass covering the left eye opening is cracked and the filter has come loose, this mask is pretty much busted
- >But why would this be here? This is used when venturing into forests and areas that is heavy with rot based spores
- >You lift your white plume moth mothpony self up from the ground and then instantly notice something else, apart of how sore your hooves feel
- >a withered up flower that you recognize instantly
- >”Oh you’ve got to be kidding me...”
- >You know exactly what this flower was
- >an Amnesia Blossom
- >You let out a little laugh as you collapse onto your back on the ground
- >That explains your confusion
- >For some reason, you came across a very rare species of flora and got sprayed by its pollen which has the nasty side effect of making you forget everything that happened
- >You get back up again and look around again, finding nothing of help
- >The range of the amnesia differs from 2 days to a few months depending on how much of the pollen a pony has breathed in, and there’s no way to get those memories back
- >You really feel like you need a drink now
- >What’s the last thing you can remember...
- ***
- >Ugh, your head is killing you
- >you stumble a bit and the two ponies accompanying you pause and look at you
- >the other one just turns his head and keeps walking, and the other lets out a laugh
- “So you feel as horrible as you look?”
- >You glare at the guard
- >”Shut up...”
- >The guard chuckles as you keep collecting yourself
- >Long story short, you’re hung over and instead of lying in your bed with another bottle of the good stuff you were woken up from a nice coma by two guards of the village, telling you the elder summoned you
- >Whatever that old moth wants with you is beyond you
- >especially with your body being what it is...
- >You pass another painting on the wall of this long corridor to the elder’s office
- >You smirk a little how all these paintings of the old coot with the sand colored coat have noticeably more mane and less wrinkles than the pony has in nature
- >The guards stop before the big door to the elder’s office and knock on it, and soon the weary voice of an older pony tells them they can come in
- >You grumble and cradle your head as the doors ope-
- >sunlight assaults your eyes and you instantly shut your eyes and curse loudly, and then you stumble and fall
- >You can hear the elder sighing and the blinds falling down to block the painful brightness
- “You two can leave”
- >the guards excuse themselves and leave you alone with the elder as you get up and dust yourself off
- “I see you’re still wasting your life away as usual Snow?”
- >You lean against the wall while the elder sits in his chair and looks at you
- >”How I waste my sad existence is none of the elders business. Now is this just an intervention or did you have something to say?”
- >The elder furrows his brows at you
- “You’re going to go back out in the field”
- >You just snort
- >”Yeah, no“
- >The elder glares at you
- “You might be a sad useless case, but you are still my son-in-law. And this is not up for debate”
- >You interrupt the elder
- >”Ex-son-in-law”
- >The elder sighs
- “You’ve been causing enough trouble as it is, it’s time for you to pay back, no matter how sad and sorry you might feel. My patience has run thin, and I am low on men.”
- >You just turn around and start walking out of his office, but the two guards stop you on your tracks
- >Before you can yell insults at them the elder yells out something to you
- “You either work, or get locked up for all the disorderly acts you’ve pulled lately! Your call!”
- ***
- >And that’s where your memories end
- >That explains why you’re out somewhere, you must have been out on a job
- >but other than that you have no idea where you are and why
- >Great, you really can’t figure out how many days you’ve lost, but taking all into consideration you suspect it’s not just 2 to 3 days you’re missing
- >Well, might as well start flying around and catch your bearings
- >You give your white plume-like wings a few flaps and
- >...
- >nothing happens
- >You look at your wings questioningly
- >they are flapping like normal, but you’re not being lifted up
- >then you notice something else and quickly move your hoof near your flapping wings
- >they are not making the air around them react in any way
- >Now you’re puzzled
- >Your wings move like they should be, but it is as if you would not be flapping anything
- >You touch your wings to make sure they are actually still there
- >Yup, feels like wings all right
- > But for some reason it’s like... they just can’t fly for any apparent reason
- >Great, just perfect
- >You kick the broken helmet angrily and look at it fly a few feet
- >But as you do you notice something else
- >At one of the edges of the field you can see a shape that looks like the roof of a farm house
- >You start walking towards the house
- >As you walk on the field you take notice of something weird on few of the straws of hay
- >there’s something white on them
- >Is that frost?
- >Huh, are the nights that cold already? You could have sworn it’s still summer out here
- >You decide to ignore the strange out of place frost and keep walking towards the house
- >Soon enough you arrive to the house and then stop as you notice something weird on the yard
- >A very weird, white statue in the form of a pony
- >Must be some sort of a scarecrow since it’s near a small patch of vegetables. To each their own tastes huh, you’d never get anything so eerie looking
- >Though she might have liked it...
- >You shake your head and knock on the door to the house, and wait for somebody to answer it
- >and then you wait a bit more
- >...and then you knock again
- >”Anypony home?”
- >but nobody answers it
- >You try the door and find it to be unlocked so you walk into the house and look around
- >It’s a pretty ordinary house, but you instantly notice that something’s off
- >for one, there’s spoiled food on the plates that are on the table, but the whole place feels and smells dusty and dank
- >You walk around the house a bit more and look around, but only find more sings of it looking deserted
- >It makes no sense; it looks almost as if the residents just took and left suddenly, leaving everything behind
- >You then turn your attention to a door that’s slightly ajar
- >you give it a push, but the door does not budge
- >”Hello? I’m not here to hurt you or to rob you, I just need some directions”
- >there’s no answer
- >You give the door another push but it doesn’t open
- >You peek in trough the crack
- >So that’s why, there’s a big bed pushed against the door
- >You look around as much as you can and see another one of those statues
- >Funny, was this the home of a sculptor? No other reason to have anything like that in your be-
- >suddenly you see movement
- >Something purple just went past the window to the bedroom
- >You quickly run outside the house and look around, but see nobody
- >”Who’s there?”
- >Suddenly you hear a gasp from your left
- >You turn your head and...
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