Fallout Equestria: Mindscape

What was this feeling, confusion, fear? Was it terror? No, it was too subdued for it to be terror. Maybe sadness? No still to general of a word. This feeling, like the word she was looking for was by itself, hidden within the depths of her mind. She thought. By itself... Alone, lonesome, LONELY.

The word tore through her mind. Ripping through her psyche. The word thrashed as it tore through her mind, the thrashing dredging up memories. The memories were painful. She remembered and she cried, she mourned, and she flailed. She was stuck in her own misery of her own memories.

Memories, memories, memories.

She remembered parties, rainbows, animals, dresses, apples. None of the images made any sense, she couldn't make the connection to what they were supposed to be to.

Then a fiery sensation filled her mind and the memories were gone, gone was the pain from before, this fire, this agony destroyed them all.

Gone was her reprieve, gone was her identity, gone was her pain, washed away by the fiery river.

Panic gripped her as she struggled to stay afloat in the rush of fire, her entire being threatened to be plucked into the aether.

She then heard a voice amongst the turmoil.

The voice was deep, it began as a murmur. Then the voice formed into words.

The voice spoke, and what it spoke startled her

"Miss, its time to wake up."