Colours of Life

I reach to my last breath, my vision weary and I could not bear the weight of my own body. I lay there motionless not a sign of life left in me. As I started to fade into the darkness I heard a sound, a sound of something galloping towards me. It was too late I had already passed out not to wake up any longer.

I moaned as I stared into the distant light ahead of me. “Wha… What happened?”  I starred around the room trying to bring together of what seemed to be a laboratory full of weird contraptions and deadly poisons. The ground as cold as a glistening ice and the walls were sheets of metal which appeared to strong enough to contain some sort of, monster. As I sat up off the ground I looked down at my hooves, they were not the usual orange colour they used to be instead they were a pale grey like there was no colour left. I gazed around trying to look for some sort of mirror, scrounging through years of work which looked to have been done by some of the greatest minds in Equestria. As I neared the bottom I managed to find a piece of glass which was broken in many pieces even though it still did the trick. As I stared into the glass I had seen something which I wished I had never seen. “My skin is it’s... it’s white. Where’s my colourful skin full of oranges and reds? It can’t be happening!”

My body was lifeless, no colour in my mane no soul in my eyes. They were as dark as the tiniest corner of a room which no one ever cares about. I had forgot one thing though, the thing which made each and everypony unique. My Cutiemark, it was gone, I had a blank flank, nothing left expect my lifeless skin. I fell to the ground hind legs apart and my front two out to the sides. I had nothing, no life, no friends and now no me. What had come of me, where did it all go and the most importantly how did I get here.

I wandered around the room trying to find an answer but, to no avail. They had to have some sort of information of what happened or even If I could just find a way out. Who would bring me here and take everything which made me, why would someone want me anyway? Nothing made sense, but all I could do now was too stay here and hope for something to happen.

A few days passed by, I grew more scared by the day as of what might happen to me, it made me anguish of the possible outcomes that could happen at any moment. Then there it was, a sound, so faint that if you weren’t paying attention you wouldn’t have heard it. I headed towards where I thought I heard it. I leant my ear on the wall where the sound seemed to appear. It sounded like a voice but I couldn’t make how many there is. The voices were coming closer and closer, louder and louder.  The wall in which I was listening through split open and the voices I heard came in. There were 6 ponies surrounding me. Then one of them spoke.