Silence. That was all I heard. Cold. That was all I felt. Breath. All I tasted, but I saw much more. I saw the future. I saw ponies, with potential and style, wisdom and grace. And do I even dare mention, lust. But this was the future. Not the now. Now, all I see is rubble. All I see is death. Once the home of an entire race, now gone. What was to be of the only living being inside of this horror? There I was, encircled in flame, covered in ashes. Nopony came to rescue me. Nopony came to comfort me. I was all alone. I didn't know how I saw the future of this land when I couldn't predict my own. Just a scared little filly in a torn apart world. The scars hurt, and they always will. I will always be a few feathers short. I will never cast a spell as long as I live. I didn't have a clue anymore. I was trapped between reality, and a dream. But this wasn't a normal dream, for this was a nightmare. All I had ever known was lost. My friends, my family, my wings, my horn. My natural white coat had faded to a dark, dark grey. My white mane was slowly darkening, then falling out one hair at a time. I cried. My tears fell to the ground. They hit the fire. They put out the flames. Water washed over the hilltops, and washed my coat. Breezes brought my mane and tail back to me and blew away the ashes. The plants grew back, so I could eat and replenish my energy. Yes, my energy. The one thing that redeemed this fallen city. Brought it back to life. Oh forget energy, when I have all the life in the world. I opened my eyes, finally able to predict my own future. I didn't need my horn, or my wings. I didn't need a town, or the bells on the tower. And neither did they, the ponies of this nation. For all they needed was me.

All they needed was life.

Author's Note

I hope you like this. My other story got worse reviews than I had hoped. I tried my best to make a strong chapter, with a pretty good description of this characters past. And remember this chapter, cause it is pretty darn important.