Shards of glass

We walked around the abandoned mansion for a few more minutes before I brought up the nerve to ask the clocked figure in front of me, "So.... mister giant thing of death, where are we?"

He looked at me for a second before saying, "My name is Tartarus...jr. As for where we are, I honestly have no damn idea, my memory has also been affected. I can barely remember what I told you only minutes ago..."

"Well isn't that amazing Mr. Tartarus, I can almost feel your usefulness from here!" I replied, my tongue dripping with sarcasm. Five seconds later, everything went black.

"Ugh... what happened?" I groaned, waking up what I assumed was hours later. I tried to remember what happened, but nothing came to mind. It was like I was being blocked from remembering anything.

"One of the useful things about you being immortal is that I can kill you and not feel bad." Said Tartarus without even a second of hesitation or remorse.

Seriously? He just killed me without a second thought all because of a bit of sarcasm.... This guy either is really sensitive, has major anger issues, or an absolute nutter. I just hope it's not the latter.

"Don't you want me to go on some giant quest to retrieve pieces of this mirror? You probably shouldn't kill someone you want to have help you." I stated

"Well, I think that anyone with a sane mind would probably want their memories back."

He was right, but I wasn't about to let him in on that. "I honestly don't care about them that much. What memories I had before whatever happened to me are gone, so I really don't care if they come back or not." He stared at me for a bit, then shook his head.

"I suppose I can't argue with that, but you must be interested in the history of this world!"

"Nope." I said blatantly and blankly.

"Not even a little bit?" Asked Tartarus with the glimmer of hope I wasn't going to give him.

"Not in your wildest dreams, I hate history."

He sighed, looking defeated. "Fine, but I am still charged to protect you, helping or not." He said in a slightly irritated tone.

I sighed in response to this, and started to walk away, looking for an exit. He glided next to me, facing backwards. Sometimes I forget he's like a ghost, and each time it freaks me out. Wandering through the mansion halls, I managed to find a kitchen, a bedroom, a congregation hall, a throne, heck I found a dirty pool everywhere I went. I seemed to find everything but an exit. I walked for hours in this damn place, wandering every way I could go.

After what felt like the fifth hour, I yelled, "I quit! I don't even want to leave, I don't even care anymore!" as I found myself in the center of the horrid mansion for the Nth time. In a strange apparition of mist a door appeared, leading to outside. I found my eye twitch as Tartarus fell to ground, howling with laughter.

"It seems your mother has a sense of humor!" He said between his wheezing laughter.

"My mother is the damn devil if she thought that was funny!" I responded, I looked back at the door, trying to see what laid behind it. It was veiled with smoke, blocking any vision through. I started to walk towards it, edging my way to it's smoky apparatus. I stuck a hoof through, seeing if it happened to be a killing machine, because at this point I wouldn't be surprised. Seeing that my hoof was not torn off, I stepped through and found myself-

Just... behind the doorway. I threw my hooves up in the air, exclaiming my frustration in a few choice words.

"Should've known, this place is one giant troll fest." I said. I turned around, expecting Mr. Gray to be laughing his bony ass off again, only to see... a giant forest. "What the?" I exclaimed as nothing but the doorway remained of the castle behind me, replaced by this new scenery. I turned back around, only to find that instead of the castle, I found the same wooded area.

I sighed, of course it wouldn't be straightforward, my madman of a 'mother' thrived on whatever this was. I scanned the area to see if there was any nearby towns, or signs of any. Alas, as my luck always seemed to be these days, I was stranded. A shadow covered the light behind me, and before I could react I was smothered by Tartarus. He glided straight past me, covering me in his ghostly body, I wasn't pushed around, but breathing inside him was like breathing on a extremely humid summer day.

"Hmm..." He said as he surveyed the scene I responded by trying to his through his plasma. He looked down, his eyes widening as he hopped away from me. "Dear Lord, don't you know it's rude to go breathing in a ghosts essence?" He stated in disgust, as if he was the victim in what had occurred.

"You went out of the door and smothered me before I could react!"

"That's no excuse!"

"That's the best excuse there is!" I retorted, but before our argument could go any further a sound could be heard between the two of us. That sound being a faint beat. We stopped squabbling and stared, at what was making the sound: a bush. We l stepped closer, with Tartarus following closely behind. I bent down, "Hello?" I whispered to the bush, no answer. I repeated my greeting, but there was no change in anything, Tartarus started to snicker. "Screw you bush!" I barked as I started to stomp on it, it didn't help in any way at all, but it made me feel better. The now trampled bush allowed me to see past it, and discover the true source of the beat, a small group of ponies singing around a campfire. "Oh." I said as Tartarus tried to contain his laughter. To no avail, of course. "Well I'm going to meet them, if you want to follow, you've got to do something about... this." I said pointing at his tall, bony figure.

"Ah, they might not be used to the appendages, good point." I was about to say that the appendages were the least of the problem, but then he turned into a small ball of light with wings.

"The heck is that?" I asked.

"Dunno, but I'm sure they will take it as some sort of good luck sign, balls of light seem to do that."

I shrugged, a tiny ball of light was better than a ten feet tall creature of death. I held my breath, and walked from the bush into where the ponies were.