Beginnings Are A Means To An End

I feel a small breeze tickle my ear, making it twitch. This, this was the first thing I felt in how ever long I have been in this pitch black darkness. When I "woke up" the darkness was there to greet me and it stayed with me forever, up until now. This breeze was the best thing ever for I never felt anything like it. I loved it, I loved it, I loved it! but that's all I ever felt just a small breeze every now and then. Then there was a time were the breeze just wouldn't stop it kept blowing, Cold and soft that is what it felt like. Whoosh was the first sound I heard, I think it was the sound of the breeze but now that I think more into it, looking deep in my mind I think that this is a wind, a very strong wind. This wind would not stop blowing and from the sound of it, the wind was getting faster and stronger, colder, harder.

I wish I had a sense of time though because if I did the cold wind must have lasted a very long time. Still long after the hash wind I felt something piled on me, pushing me down. The weight on me increased as if it were falling on me constantly. This was just as good as the nonstop breeze that came before, all these feelings and sensations are new to me and ever sense I have "woken up" I only see darkness and felt nothing, but now I'm feeling things but why am I feeling things now but not before.

When I was first awoken I saw the darkness and the darkness was awake too. My first words ever spoken were, "Where am I", followed by, "Who am I". After that guess what happened...The darkness answered back and said.

"You are Dementia", the darkness voice was all raspy like if he was struggling to talk, and was very deep. "And you are made from insanity and insanity is you. You were bath in it, bred by it, made to spread it, so do what you were born to do", After the Darkness stop talking he never talked a again, but I had so many questions for him, it, her, whatever the Darkness was I never heard from him again. Was Dementia really my name and if it is then why is it my name, what does it mean. I pondered these questions for most of my time in the darkness, then I got bored of thinking why so I just stop think of it and began to think of ways to get out of this darkness. I mean this darkness was to much, imagine closing your eyes and the darkness you see, is the darkness I see the only difference is that you can open your eye. For me my eyes are shut, unable to open. When I felt the wind I realized that I wasn't in darkness but rather my eyes wouldn't open. I guess that would explain why I couldn't move.

While the substance that piled on me continued falling I was trying to remember things before this darkness of my eyes. Then one thought came to mind that could possibly be the reason...I am dead. No longer am I with the living but with the dead that had to be the reason I couldn't open my eyes or move my body It was because I was dead. Still it didn't explain why I could still think unless this is the fate of all who die...Eternal Darkness. No wonder everypony says enjoy life cause after life there is nothing but black. Is this really death. Though all of this still makes no sense, If I was dead I wouldn't feel the cold wind or the substance that was falling on me, I couldn't feel them before and I shouldn't feel them at all if I truly was dead. I can't explain any of this all the things I keep thinking always end up with some sort of why? *Why** am I in this darkness, If I was dead then why have I started to feel things again. Why was I dead in the first place, am I even dead!..WHY!..WHY!..WHY!! It hurts...It hurts, see I'm feeling pain but why can't I feel anything else that is my body.*

By now the things that were falling on me have stopped...I *feel** buried...*

I remember, I remember a war. Yes, a war...A civil war between the Earth ponies, the Pegasi, and the Unicorns this conflict caused by the lack of food from the Earth ponies, the lack of sun and moon from the Unicorns, and a eternal winter caused by the Pegasi. From what I could remember the war destroyed cities, and killed millions from all three sides. I was a soldier for the Earth pony side, the side that lost the most. From my last moments living I remember being furious and depressed with somepony, I could remember my last thoughts  before I was "killed" by a lone spear to the eyes piercing straight through my skull. I was thinking why me...

Some more unmeasured time passed and I was still stuck with the darkness but at least I have my shattered memories they help let me see what the world was like, they don't give me much because many of them really are shattered, some even completely broken. They help nonetheless so thats good I guess. If I ever wake up and learn when the war ended I could possibly know how long I've been out. I can't begin to understand my death and my continued consciousness but I do understand that I'm somepony else, each time I look in these memories of mine I see somepony who isn't me. I don't remember who I was, or anything really these memories are just like if I was seeing somepony else's life of course some parts are missing but it does not matter anymore. I'm not that pony anymore because I can't remember who he, I, he is. When will I truly die. I feel hollow and lost. *WAKE ME UP!!** Another strong wind came in a bit weaker then the previous one but just as cold when it brushed against me I felt another twitch this time from one of my legs but it wasn't a twitch it was a movement caused by me.*

There it is again I moved my leg again. It feels heavy and stiff but joy is the only thing coming at me as I start moving my leg more and more fluently. I try to move my other leg and It moves, yes it moves side to side I feel so happy, so joyful. Something streaks against my face, it feels like a liquid, then I feel it harden, cold it feels, It must be frozen. What could it be...My hind legs I could only presume are moving by my thoughts, Slowly kicking back and forth. My head.

I'm moving my head, it feels heavier then my legs and more stiff. I try my best to move it up and I think I'm succeeding I don't feel a hard cold surface anymore as I put the life back into my body, my head it throbs and so does the rest of my body. I hear a thumping sound coming from my body. It's really slow but it's gradually getting faster. I think it's beating with a rhythm and with each beat I feel a surge of energy or something go through my body. The beat is getting louder and faster. It's beating even faster,and faster, and faster.

I inhale very loudly, my eye opens for the first time in forever...Now i'm greeted with whiteness...What wonders await me...