Forgotten Fire: The First Spark

What was this dream? It was so really, as if she was really there in Equestria several thousand years ago. As the dream faded, reality began to take place. She didn't remember getting out of bed, she just remembered running. No noises were present, just the gentle buzz of sleepy ears. She couldn't feel the pain in her hooves, or even see why they were hurting. All she knew was run, Run, RUN!

The loud crack of the wood beam falling next to her woke her out of her daze, and her eyes began to adjust to the burning light surrounding her. The intense heat was burning her flesh as she darted over the burning piles of rubble. This was no longer her house but a wildfire, consuming everything it touched. She heard the terrified screams of Trixie coming from behind her. She took a quick glance, and smacked into another beam that used to be in the ceiling. The daze of unconsciousness found her again, and her bright world grew black.

When she finally came to, the skeleton of the house was exposed, and a loud creaking sound emanating from the burning lumber. Through the blackened door frame, Ember saw Trixie running out into the cold, dark night. Ember tried to free herself from the crushing weight of the wood when Serenity calmly walked up in front of her.

"MOM," Ember screamed, "MOM, HELP ME. PLEASE!"

"No," she replied calmly.

"Whaa..What?" Ember was shocked.

Serenity was fighting back a tear. "I knew I should have trusted my feelings. I knew you would find me, some way, some how. I knew there was something wrong with you. I...I...," a tear rolled down her face, "I resent you. You took everything from me: My home, my friends, my SANITY... and now my life. Goodbye..." she couldn't stop the stream of tears leaking down her face. All she could do was lift her wings and take off into the empty night.

Ember lay there, under the burning wood pile, crying harder than she ever had. The fire that was engulfing her didn't matter. She blocked out the boiling pain of the fire covering her body. What point was there in running? She couldn't run from her feelings. It was better to just close her eyes; close her eyes and rest...