"Rebirth: A Pony Tail" Part one.

The next morning I wake to a loud cheery voice downstairs. I roll out of bed stumbling. "This is going to take a while to get used to" I say before clumsily trotting to the door. I hear the swift clopping of hooves going up the stairs near my door. Just before I open it, I'm blown back onto the floor, looking to the ceiling.

"Big Sis! I missed you so much!"

She jumps on top me with a thud. "Oof... Tone it down a notch. Good to see your okay?" I tried to impersonate a reliable big sister for this young Filly, for she seemed to look up to me. She finally gets off me after a few too many seconds of hugging.

"Spar me! I've been training hard!" she exclaims gleefully. I knew then I've finally hit a roadblock on an already bumpy path. I begin to try explaining to be interrupted by 'father' coming in. The little sister's expression waned, seeing the serious look on her dad.

"Me and your sister need to talk, do you mind going to unpack your belongings in your own room?"

She nods and walks out. "Do you really think you should wait to tell her? It may be worse to tell her later on." I say to him just as he closes the door.

"I honestly don't know how to go about this. I never was expecting it to be this bad..."

I become intrigued by his last statement. "What do you mean? Do you know how I got amnesia?"

He drops to his knees, and a tear falls to the floor. "Yes... It was my fault. We were training like we always did on Dragonshy mountain. You fell off a ledge and landed on a rock. Luckily, you only ended up with a concussion, but I guess there was more to that..."

I sigh, feeling sorry for the man crying on floor for his poor daughter's body. I take a deep breath and look at him. "Don't blame yourself. You did what you could, I can guess that you had to run all the way to the hospital several miles away with my injured body. I can tell you are a great father, as I can tell, because a bad father would not have worried so much."

He glances at me wiping away his parental tears. "Do you remember anything of your past, Maelstrom?"

I take moment to think of my memories. Do I feel her memories? I think it may be deep in my mind somewhere, otherwise this house and my room wouldn't feel so natural to me. "The things about my life feel familiar, yet I don't know anything of my past. I think I'll just have to start from scratch."

He trots to the open doorway, then stopping to say: "I hope you can remember everything soon, I miss you Maelie." A shutting of the door, and sounds of his steps fade. All this is still so surreal. I'm an Ponyville of Equestria as an Earth pony. Not only that, but I'm occupying the body of a girl living in a traditional-style Dojo. Is there a way I can solve this? I meditate on all that has just been said and done. Suddenly, I have an epiphany.

Who in Ponyville has the most information of strange things other ponies may not know? Twilight Sparkle! I gallop down the stairs, run across the empty main room and quickly swapped out my indoor hoofwear to my outdoor horseshoes. "These things were made surprisingly easily to put on and take off. Press down, twist, and pull back!" I slide the wood door with head, close it, and head out to find the only library in a tree around here.

I find myself walk into the center of town. Market stalls, a spectrum of ponies, and Town hall in the middle are obviously seen. I take a few more steps around to find Applejack running her stand. I lighten up with excitement, as I recall she was my favorite of the mane 6. I then stop myself. "I have to see Twilight, she's my priority right now" I mutter. Just as I walk several more meters around the plaza, I find the windowed tree and the far end of it. I make my way there, and notice the Pegasi begin patching up the sky with dark clouds. "Looks like a bit of difficulty getting home is imminent."

I arrived at the doorstep and sky is dark. I raise my hoof to the door to see it open before I could knock. "Looks like you came at a bad time Maelie, you should come in for a while." said the purple Alicorn in front of me.

"Really? Thank you very much!" I say, trotting inside.

She walks over to the carved staircase. "Are you going to come up for some tea?" she says politely.

"Oh, uhm... Sure, that'd be wonderful." I follow her up the intricately hollowed out tree, looking around at the neat design. We both sit down at the short table, and she magically pours the hot tea into our cups.

She begins, "What did you need me for? It's rare that you ever come after-hours."

I turn to her, and say "This is going to sound completely insane, but you have to believe me about what I'm about to tell you."