I must’ve loved to fall into unconsciousness because this is the fourth time that I’ve risen from my unconscious slumber in a period of twelve hours. I wake up in a comfortable, yet unfamiliar, scene. Feelings of peace and tranquility flow through my soul, and I come to the conclusion that I am out of harm’s way for a while. I find myself lying on a rug in the middle of a well-lit hut. My vision is distorted; as if everything is swaying in every which direction. I sit up quite fast from where I laid, and a terrible migraine take vacancy in my skull. My vision slowly sets back into place, but my migraine decides to stay a while and get comfy. I rise on all-fours, and I get a chance to get accustomed to my current surroundings; the hut is filled with all kinds of plants, potions, and other objects. Almost as if the pony who lived here was a wizard or practicing…voodoo! But I decided to find answers before I start jumping to conclusions. I walk around and scan the hut for anything of interest, but I find nothing but the same ol’ stuff I’ve seen earlier; just in different varieties. I walk back to the rug where I had risen from, and I had found the thing of interest I was hoping to see; a massive pool of dried blood that soaked into the middle portion of the rug, and also, where my head was placed, there was a pool of dried blood as well, but not a large as the one in the middle of the rug. To the left of the blood-crusted rug, there lies a spool of thread and a needle with dried blood occupying the tip. I scurry around the hut to locate any type of reflective surface, but the best that I could find where the yellow-tinted windows of the hut. I hastily trot over to one of the window, and, in the reflection, I can see my head, fully, and half of my neck. I could see Chrysalis’s fang marks where she had bitten me. I also see little black lines running from in between my eyes to my forehead; they were stitches. Somepony had patched up my wound from when Sombra bashed my skull in with his scythe. Then another thought crossed my migraine-burdened head. I stand up on my hind legs, and I found what I was hoping to find; a hug line of stitches running up my abdominal region where Sombra had stabbed me with his dark crystal. Somepony had cleaned and binded my wounds while I was unconscious. Perhaps it was that mysterious cloaked mare who helped me in the Everfree Forest. Who was she, and why did she help me? As always, I had so many questions that needed to be answered, but my train of thought was interrupted by a minute creaking sound that slowly escalated in pitch. I quickly jerk my head around towards the source of the noise. But I forgotten all about me headache until after I forcefully jerk my head then it raged and pulsed inside my head. I hold a hoof to my head in agonizing pain as I clench my teeth. I turn my attention back to the noise. It was the front door opening casually, and coming through the door was the mysterious cloaked mare.
