I awoke to Zecora staring into my face: Something I didn’t expect

“Gah!” I yelled. “What in Celesta’s holy name do you think you’re doing?”

“Awaiting your wakening.” Zecora said sternly and calmly, like this was perfectly normal. “I wanted to discuss some issues with you. Seeing as you are now awake, can we begin?” The shaman said.

“Mmmh. Okay…?” I said. “What do you want to talk about?” I sat up and Zecora’s head followed. Her face was fixed unnaturally in the same expression, as it has the whole time I’d been in this... hut? Is that what this place was?

“Let’s discuss the events of last night, shall we?”

“Uhh, sure.”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember waking up in a cave/underground pool, also running around in a forest. Wait, were those dreams?” Zecora’s eyes brightened up with interest at this last remark.

“Go on please,”

“Well, I remember that the pool in the underground cave was eerily reflective,” I said. The interest in her eyes increased tenfold. “And that the forest was sc-“ I was cut off.

“Was the cave completely underground and only reachable through a passage” She inquired.

“Uhh, yeah”

“And was the entrance/exit closed off by a rock?”

“Yeah,” At that she looked very, very surprised. She trotted off the other side of the room and started a brew. Zecora was also mumbling underneath her breath.

“Zecora?”

“You woke up there, right? Which means you slept there. You should not have slept there, my little pony.” Zecora said, I was starting to get worried, more worried than I already was, considering I couldn’t collect my memories.

“Zecora? What’s going on?”

“Where you slept, that was the Mirror Hole; a place about as old as Equestria. The place has ties to Creation, Discord and Tartaraus, specifically river Lethe.” She said. “The river Lethe is a river that makes you forget. The water there is partially connected to it, meaning whomever sleeps there suffers from a total or partial loss in memory. Where Discord comes in is that it was a little tidbit of Discord was lodged in this pocket of the cosmos permanently before Luna and Celestia came and made it not so chaotic.” She said. I questioned who Discord was. “Discord is the immortal embodiment of chaos.” She replied. A bit much to take in, don’t you think, Reader?

So I sat there, as she was brewing whatever she was brewing, thinking. Dear Reader, what would you do in this situation? I had a slight clue who I was, where I was and whom I was with. I analyzed the situation once more and so I’m in the middle of the forest with a black and white shaman, in her house, with no recollection before my second to last awakening. Horsefeathers.
Zecora turned to me. “I have a brew that can restore your memory, but I’m missing an essential ingredient: absinthe.” What was absinthe?

Author's Note

FUCK YEAH! This was fun as all get out to write...Have you ever felt like your teeth were rattling out of your skull you have so much energy? Yeah; just had an energy drink, and I have ADHD: the world is going to explode...