(OC backstory) Winged Rebellion.

Yasha was angry. It seemed as though the emotion was thoroughly embedded in her head now. It she wanted it to ooze out of her, hot and boiling, yearning to cool and stable itself.

But that didn't happen.

Yasha wandered alone, in the 'void', as the parasite called it. She looked forward, her head never swiveling and her ears never turning. Whiteness was the only thing she saw. She didn't hear her hoofsteps, or see her shadow. she only saw white. She once found a strange sense of calm from the color, but now that it seemed to consume her, it was as though the color became threatening.

That sun-damned parasite! She's what got me into this. Whatever happened to her, she deserved it.

You can sense it. You can sense everything I’m saying, even before I say it. Because we are the same pony. You know I speak the truth.

What did the creature mean when she said that? Did she honestly expect Yasha to admit to saying such things, or thinking them. Of course they couldn't possible make sense. She was a whole pony! There's no way it could be otherwise...

Right?

Yasha was willing to admit- though, not out loud- that her brain did buzz when the parasite talked. She did get this urge to finish a sentence that hadn't been said, and she might have hard time denying anything. This last statement puzzled her. How in the world could she agree to such accusations? The thing was, she just felt as though she had to. It felt as though the parasite had personally planted the thought inside her head, and Yasha, being greedy, tried to grab it. For a split second, Yasha believed.

Maybe she still believed.

Yasha felt her hooves grow sore. She looked down to see that she was running. Her ribs ached and sweat beaded down her mane. Why was she running? Was she afraid? Why was she afraid?

Because I don't know anything... She answered herself.

Uncertaintly seemed to swallow her. It caused chills of fear to coat her fur and make it stand on end. What didn't she know? She knew about her mother. Her father had pictures of her, looking up at the sun banner in pure adoration. Letters she had written her before she was born, telling her how much she loved her. Her sword, that was the biggest amount of proof she had. The sun was engraved on the hilt! Of course! That solved everything.

But why would a pony have a sword...? The question seemed to topple everything down. It took away the basic foundation of the tower she had built. It crashed and crumbled, leaving clouds of dust and rubble by her hooves. Why would a pony have a sword? That doesn't make sense. Her mother was a unicorn... with a special talent for...

"You don't know anything."

Yasha spun around find the dark mare standing behind her. At the sight of Yasha's face, the other pony flinched. Pony? Why the hell did I call her a pony? She's a parasite!... a parasite. Nothing...

The dark mare shook her head. Her eyes held a sadness that Yasha hadn't seen before. Had it always been there, or was the strange pony just pitying her?

"I'm you." The purple pony whispered, almost to quiet for Yasha to hear. "But I shouldn't be."

Suddenly, all of the lines and clear pictures in Yasha's mind blurred. The letters, written with elegant caligraphy and a precise horn, were now smeared and smudged. She couldn't think of her mothers face. Was it round? Was it sharp? Was it soft? Yasha could no longer remember.

Did she ever know?

"Nightfall." The dark pony said suddenly. "It's time to get walking. Do you think you can handle it?"

Yasha couldn't answer. She kept looking at the pony, suddenly realizing how similar they both looked. Though the mare did have thinner, sharper features. There was no denying it. They had the same face.

The mare nodded. "So be it."

...

Tenshi woke up with a start. She still wasn't used to the whole 'real world' concept, so seeing it after the void was a bit disturbing. So was having a physical form. That was really weird.

She looked around and felt a small sigh of dissapointment when she saw that it was, indeed, nightfall. The sun wasn't out, so nothing could hurt her. She didn't have any excuse. She had to get moving.

"But...." She said with a sly smile. "I didn't say which direction." She started walking in the opposite direction as Canterlot and started heading deeper into the forest. Her walk turned into a trot, then to a full on sprint.

Feeling the joys of running, finally getting the hold of her form, she started laughing. The sound felt awkward and foriegn in her ears and the feeling as unnatural and slightly uncomfortable. It was a short, deep laugh, that ended with an abrupt and rather obnoxious snort. The sound only made her laugh harder.

She dodged trees and ducked under branches. She leaped over fallen logs and slashed through puddles. It was amazing. It almost made her forget about the feelings of doubt and uncertainty that seemed to radiat off of Yasha and into her corner of her mind.

It was with that thought, that she started slowing down. The uncertainty was brutal and heartwrenching. She knew just as much about her mother as her other half, but it was about the other side of her. She knew her mother practiced dark magic. She knew it corrupted her. But that was it. She didn't know how she came into existance or why. She didn't know how her mother died, if she died at all. She didn't know her mother's intentions.

The only thing she did know, was the fact that she seperated her daughter into two entities to save her own tail.

Suddenly feeling somber, she slowed down. She shook her head, letting a few stray pieces of her black mane fall onto her face. She looked around to get her bearings. No clearing in sight. It was long gone. Forgotten.

She also realized that the trees looked... strange. They were of a different hue... and of a different type all together. No longer were the branches calmly twisting and entangling themselves together in an endless dance of knots. Not the branches were jagged, threatening... and almost... angry. They seemed to snarl at her from invisible faces.

The grass was also different. It was once silver due to the moonlight that filtered through the trees. Now, it was a bizzare sickly green. There were no more flowers or bushes. Just an endless maze of angry branches, vile grass, and shadows.

"What the tartarus?" Tenshi whispered.

"Um... where are we?" A high pitched voice echoed inside Tenshi's head. She realized with a startled grunt that it was Yasha.

"Yasha? How long could you... when did you.... how?" Tenshi asked her.

"I-I don't know!" She stuttered. "I just... can."

"That can't be. It's not possible." Tenshi said, completely taken aback.

"Well, clearly it's not."

But it was. Tenshi knew that it was. Tenshi knew that it was herself that made them whole. She was the missing link. When she took over Yasha's body, those sides switched. She was the only one out of the two of them to be able to communicate using telepathy because she was the only one who could successfully travel through thoughts... because she was simply that. A thought. A mind. Not a body.

In fact, the only time Tenshi found herself comminucating with Yasha on any level before the escape was...

"Oh no..." Tenshi whispered.

"What? What is it?" Her other half asked. Tenshi shook her head, unable to believe it.

"We're in a dream."