The Forgotten Bridge

   Twilight stared at the stallion. Should she just say she was travleing or should she tell him her problem. "Um, I'm lost and I don't know how I got here." The stallion looked at her and then waved her in. "Ok, tell me what's going on."

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   "So what your saying is that you woke up in that field over there, with no memory, and found a bridge that seems like a danger?" The stallion asked. Twilight nodded. "Yep, that's pretty much spot on." The stallion sat and pondered on what Twilight had said. All Twilight could do was just sit and wait for him to talk. Then scilence was broken when the stallion said "Mind showing me this bridge?" The stallion asked. Twilight sighed and nodded. She didn't want to go back, but she needed all the help she could get.

   The two stood in front of the bridge, but only one admiring the detail. "It sure is an amazing bridge, but where is it you found that note?" Twilight had him follow her to the house and showed him the odd waterfall. The stallion, who's name was Midnight, took both the book and the note and the pair walked back to his home. After Midnight had read both, he found something amazing. "Here as it says 'leave now, the bridge isn' what it seems. It is a' and then stops, I have found new evidence. It is a trick. That house was not built in the 1700's, heck it wasn't even there. It was all an illusion. As for the diary, it is someponies alright, but this part about the war and bridge was manually written, or added. It never existed." Midnight concluded. Twilight, on the other hoof, was shocked. It was all a trick. How was it all a trick?! Tears were forming in her eyes when Midnight looked around outside. "No." He said. Twilight got up to see what he was looking at. It was the war scene Twilight had witnessed the night before. Ponies fell form left to right. Guns and canons fired. It was a blood bath. The scene then shifted to the construction of a familiar looking bridge and house. Midnight and Twilight walked outside. That's when the scariest part happed. "You think I am illusion, a trick. Your both right and wrong. I was built for memory, but I am tricking you. As you can tell, Miss Sparkle here has no memory. Illusion of reality brought her here. As for Mr Midnight, I have no idea how you got here, but it is again illusion of reality. Fantasy is now slowly taking over and I don't think you will be able to stop it. Good bye, little fools." And with that everything just went silent. Everything tuened back to normal and quiet. Twilight and Midnight on the other hoof, were sitteding on the ground, hugging eachother while shaking with the look of fear on both of there faces. After snapping back to reality, they stood up, both blushing, and tried to slow there heart's down. This was a scary occassion. Twilight woke up in a field at nighttime, found a bridge that turned out to be dangerous, and now encountered the scariest part of the problem. A disembodied voice had talked to them. There was only one thing to do that Midnight had happily agreed on. They had to stop fantasy from taking over reality. It was time to put a stop to this nightmare. Reality has officially declared war on fantasy.