The Laws of Life.

Chapter 1: Old life, old memories. New existence.

I  awoke sometime later, laying in a bed. And, It was the most comfortable thing I have ever felt in my life. I never wanted to get up. Though, I heard something. A sniff. I turned my head towards the sound, and there was a gasp. “Ink!” I heard a mare call out. “You’re awake. You’re awake!” She shouted, and went to hug me. I was going to say something like ‘get away from me.’ or ‘I don’t know you.’ But neither of those were true in anyway. I knew exactly who this mare was. Her name is Sweet Harmony. Ink Blazers. . . My older sister. “You had me so worried.” She had said to me, as I was held tight in her grasp.

I wanted to pull away, to say something. But I just layed there and let it happen. I felt really different from before. As a changeling, you don’t have real emotions. Any real feelings. You only experience glimpses of feelings and emotions through other creatures that can. It is how we feed. But, at that moment, I felt. I had emotion. So, I did the first thing that came to my mind. I cried. And kept crying. “S-sis. . . I was so scared. Everything was so dark.” My throat ached slightly as I spoke, but every word came natural to me. But, I was also in a predicament now. For I had two sets of memories. My memories of wandering through the woods. And ‘my’ memories of my life at home. Of ‘my’ friends, and of school. Of the things they talked about with ‘me.’

I tried to let my old life fade. But I will never forget what I was. Who I was. The memories of that life would only make me remember pain, and would complicate this new life I was given. Those were the things I thought about at that time. Kind of silly thinking back at it. Anyways, Sweet’s voice brought me back into reality. “What were you thinking?!” She asked, practically yelled at me. “Going out alone so close to night time!? And going to the everfree of all places!” It went on like that. Her scolding me as I lay in bed, just listening to it all. “I’m sorry. I was just. . “ I stopped talking at that moment. I closed my eyes. Things back then took a while to get used. The hardest part was trying to remember things clearly, from before I became him.

After the long pause, I began to talk again. “I was just being stupid. . My friends all said I couldn’t spend the night at the edge of the forrest. I wanted to prove them wrong but. . . But. “ She pressed her hoof to my mouth. It felt weird. “Shush. It’s ok. You have nothing to prove, because your my little brother.” She was always so sweet to him. She was always like his mother, since theirs had passed away during his birth. Their father just also up and vanished on them after that. Never showing his sorry face around again. I laid there, thinking everything was going to be fine from then on out. But, for some reason I just had to ask something. “Am. . Am I really me?”

She had laughed at my question, thinking nothing about it. “Why, of course you’re you.” She said with a smile. “How do you know?” I asked, persisting on that blasted subject. “Because I know my little brother. And you are him.” I stayed silent after that. As said, it took a while to get used to things. Walking, talking, and all that stuff was a cake walk. But, when it came down to things, like remembering all his memories, it was tough. I messed up ponies names. I confused ponies with other ponies. And, dealing with the wings was harder. I never had wings before, even if I was exposed to. And, even if I couldn't fly at that age, it was tough to have them at my side all the time.

Another thing that was hard to get used to was the never ending silence in my mind. When I was still a changeling, I was connected to my hive. Even though I was kicked out, I could still hear the din of the thousands of members, absent mindedly following the orders given by our ruler. Since I was no longer a part of the hive, I wasn't forced into following the orders. But, after I became a pony, and that din was gone. I kind of missed it. Only kind of. I  eventually got used to the silence. “Is something wrong?” I heard Sweet ask, one morning during breakfast. I shook my head.

“You sure? You have just seemed so distant since the time you went into the woods. You’ve been really scrambled around as well. I’ve gotten reports from your teachers, saying you can’t easily remember everypony’s name. Did you hit your head at all?”  I shook my head again. I couldn’t tell her what happened. That her real brother was dead. And that I was just something that was given his place in life. Even if I wanted to tell her, I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell anypony. They would have called me monster, and tried to kill me. And they would never understand. The pain for them would be too great to see what had happened. That they’re loved one was given a second life though some one else. But no, to have a loved one ripped away from you, just to find that they were replaced. That pain would be insurmountable. And, no one should go through the pain of losing a loved one twice.

I knew that back then. So I only answered with. “Don’t worry, Sis. I’m fine. I promise.” Giving her a big, toothy smile that was common of her brother. After that, things did start getting simple. I was able to recall things from my past easily. I remembered everypony’s names. Never getting them mixed up. Finally, I had a life, and I wasn’t going to let it go. And I wasn't going to waste it. I was going to live this life to it’s fullest potential. So I did. I did my best at school. I played with all my friends as well as I could. I tried my hardest to fly, but, thats a different subject for a different day.

Eventually, I was able to be Ink Blazer, the pony. Instead of Ink Blazer, the impostor. Life was not without it’s challenges though. I still have dreams of that forest. Of running, as fast as I could, but never getting anywhere but more lost. I would wake up screaming, and Sweet would be there in an instant. To hold me and calm me down. It helped a lot. And I always went right back into sleep, this time without any dreams. I would awake in the morning, and continue the routine that I had built. To be more like Ink. Get up, eat food that Sweet had lovingly prepared. Then, brush my teeth, and head out the door, ready for a day of school.

On the weekend, I would do almost the same thing, but stay at home, or head out to play. I adjusted to this life quickly. But as I said, I will not let this life go in vain. I need to live up to as much of it that I can. It would be a shame, a total disgrace, to not try my hardest, after being given this life.