Prologue

Pinkie Pie -- or at least what resembled her -- laid on a blank, dulled, yet still somewhat shiny, metal table. The table was in the center of a small, dimly lit room with walls all painted a dull, boring gray.

She was unconscious, and strapped to the table. She had not a single article of clothing on her body, but several wires and cords wrapped around her, the ends stuck into her body. The other ends seemed to protrude from the walls in very small, almost unnoticeable sockets.

Across her body were several scars, many only hours to days old, as if she had been through a recent struggle of sorts.

She breathed serenely. Her chest ebbed slowly, calmly. She was at peace.

Then, a voice, seemingly from outside the dimly lit room, spoke, muffled by the walls.

"Subject Pē, Dē, Pē, serial number, one-one-seven, seems to have calmed. What’s your next order, Princess?"

"Initiate the next phase. She must relive that life. We have to see what it holds. She has to be stripped of her power, lest this kingdom fall to an exile's treason."

"Understood, Princess. Initiating Protocol Seven-Three-Seven, code named, 'The 0th Life'. Transmissions start in three. Two. One..."

Author's Note

This is more a prologue to the entire series planned, not just this story, but hey ¯\_(ツ)_/¯