I was stuck. I was scared. I was trapped.

"Where am I?" I frantically asked.

I was in a room. It was dark. There were many ponies in front of me, laughing. They seemed to move toward me, but not like normal ponies. They moved like shadows, as if controlled.

"Please, stop!" I screamed.

There was another pony, like me, trapped near a wall. We locked eyes, finding little comfort in each other's brief company.

They came closer, I shrunk towards the wall. I couldn't see the other pony. However, a scream ripped through the crooked laughter, making the shadow ponies pause for a moment. They then continued to laugh in an increased volume.

One, whom had glowing eyes, raised a hoof towards me.

"Help!"

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"Mn..." A mare grumbled. Where was she? All she remembered was... nothing.

She was in a soft bed, it looked quite expensive. The room was adorned with a vanity and a cabinet, but otherwise bare. There was a small window.

Getting up groggily, she cautiously put her hooves in front of each other. She felt like something important happened, feeling as though forgetting it was a grave mistake. Finally reaching the window with her unsteady hooves, she opened the window with one of them.

There was a town. It seemed simple, but important as well. Was she in an inn? Looking for some sign, the hanging block of wood answered her question. She was.

There was a large tree that seemed to be a residence, and a circular town hall near it. Where was she?

It was Ponyville. From the look of it, she was on the second floor of the building. It was sunny, winged ponies up in the sky. What were they called? She couldn't remember; not even the horned ones rung any bells. Why did she feel like everything was gone? However, if she truly forgot, why did she know the town's name?

Shrugging it off, she turned around to look at the vanity. The mirror framed her face to show she was a horned pony too. What do horns do? Focusing on her face, she saw how alien her features were. Sure, she didn't remember anything before... whatever, but she felt this complexion was at least a little off.

There was a dark strain of hair in front of her ears, going down to her short curled hair. The tips were darkened to match the black lock of her mane. She had snow white fur that framed her dark red eyes. Turning to the side, she saw her tailstyle was the same way.

However, her cutiemark... It deviated from her other features, almost as if purposely made to seem evil.

It was a flower, the center a sickly yellow. surrounded by it were the dark purple petals. However, the striking feature of it was the strange vine-like patterns coming from the cutiemark. Taking a closer look, the pattern seemed to almost throb rhythmically. Her entire uppermost hind legs were almost covered with the pseudo-vines.

"Oi, Trev! I hear a bit of stirring! You think shes awake?" a female voice said through the door. "I'm going anyway, better come with me!" footsteps began, coming closer to the door.

The door opened. the light from the window lit the pony coming in and the other one.

"Hey, newbie! How're you?" the ponies came in. It was a young mare and a stallion. They both had coats, but the little pony had her hood down. The mare had a horn too, But the stallion seemed... mysterious.

"Um..." was all she could say.

"Oh, Just here to examine you before you get registered. Don't worry; we'll take of ya." The mare smiled, getting out a bag from the cabinet with... magic!

"Uh, hey. How'd you do that? The magic-thingy?" the amnesiac asked blatantly.

"What? Are yo- ...Oh, Forgot that too, eh? That amnesic must've been strong. Don't ever trust Pitch..." She murmured to herself, opening the bag and extracting an item from it. She suddenly perked up. "Oh! Yeah, I'll teach you sometime, okay? Should be easy for ya."

Her answer gained, another popped into her head. "Hey, what am I being registered for? Am I a member of something or another?"

"Sure, mostly. You are gonna have a brand new job! And, before you ask, forgetting's normal. I forgot too when they registered me!" taking out a pencil, she began taking notes on the other mare.

"Wha- Normal! Normal? How is that normal?" surprised, she backed up a bit.

"Don't get your mane in a twist, newbie! They say we had bad lives, so they took us in. Now sit!" still taking notes, she motioned the movement with her hoof.

Sitting down, she looked at the stallion. "Who're they? Is he 'they'?"

"No, 'they' are our bosses. They'll be yours, too. The W.E.L.L. leaders. But that's Trevor. He's my partner in crime. He's actually really, really boring." putting away her notes, she motioned for the others to get up.

The stallion nodded at his mention, but said no word of greeting. Instead, he pulled out a coat from the cabinet and gestured for her to put it on.

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Passing by a pair of two grumbling red and white maned ponies, our characters walked calmly.

"Where are we going?" the older mare said.

"To headquarters. You're gonna have a name given to you by them." the younger answered, leading them to a coach.

They had come out of the building to catch a ride, but they had been slow with them carrying around a questioning amnesiac with them.

"Hey, what's your name? You never told me."

"Moral. Now stop asking questions, or I'll kick you." paying the coach, they walked inside.

It was small, as expected, and two seats faced each other. Moral and the other mare sat next to each other, while Trevor took the opposite seat.

"So, where again?" the coach asked behind him as he closed the door.

"Appaloosa, please." Moral politely murmured, enough for him to hear.

The coach got onto the seat in front of the carriage,

and they were off.

Author's Note

Heh. Can you guess who those 'red and white maned ponies' are?(Hint: this fanfic takes place after season 4) I might have a surprise if you get it! Anyway, comment if you wouldn't mind! Also, my brother plans on reviving 'Adventures of mane7' so please look forward to it! Also, planning to have at least a chapter every week, so stay tuned!