Twilight's Memories

The large creature slowly inched its way towards Twilight. Feeling her heart leap into her throat, Twilight tried to swallow her fear. A deep breath exposed her to the scent of rotten flesh that was wafting off the creature. It felt like forever as the beast stared into Twilight. There was a brief flicker of familiarity in the beast's eyes before it faded.

Twilight was frozen in place as she watched the creature stand up on its hind legs. It roared loudly, shaking the few remaining rafters. With a surge of adrenaline, Twilight ran between the abomination's legs towards the stairs. One last glance at the creature made Twilight want to vomit.

The creature wasn't entirely black like Twilight first thought. There was a small glimmer of color on the haunches. Faded hues of blue and yellow peeked through the oozing gash on the beast's side. The creature turned, snarling. It dropped back down to all fours and slowly approached the alicorn.

"Pinkie Pie..... I know that's you! Please! Don't do this!" shouted the frantic pony. The creature just took a few steps towards her, its long limbs quickly closing the distance. "Can't you remember all the fun parties? All the adventures we went on?" Twilight pleaded. She wanted to cry but there was nothing left in her body to cry.

No matter how much she begged, the ragged and beaten form of her once friendly companion kept approaching her. For one second, it looked like it wasn't going to attack. Twilight felt a small twinge of hope that Pinkie remembered. But it all came crashing down when the abomination swiped at her. Managing to leap back, it only swiped her muzzle. The wounds burned and sizzled as the ooze flooded the wound. With a yelp and another step back, Twilight fell down the stairs. Acting on instinct, she tried to flap her wings to catch herself. She landed hard on her side, a loud crack echoed throughout the room as pain flooded her body. Standing, her right wing hung limply to her side. In a panic, she ran behind the counter and slammed the button on the bottom of the counter. The floor opened and Twilight fell again. She tried to land on her hooves to save her wing. With the fading sounds of a roar above, the hole closed.

The room she was in looked untouched. Pinkie's old secret party room was as every bit messy yet organized as it was the last time Twilight saw it. Taking a deep breath, she tried to walk into the center of the room. Pain shot up from her hooves from the hard landing and her wing was throbbing horrifically. She could slowly feel the adrenaline rush fading from her mind. The more the fog lifted, the more pain she felt from her injuries.

It clicked in her mind. She was badly injured. Looking back, she tried to examine her wing. It was hanging down her side, the bone having broke through the skin and jutting through. Blood had dried around the wound yet it was still bleeding profusely. Laying down, she tried to set her wing so the bones were at least back in her body in the vain hope she could fix it. No matter how hard she tried, there was nothing she could do.

Twilight's head spun through the pain. Her thoughts frantic as she tried to think of anything. Spells crossed her mind but with her horn on the fritz, there was no magic she could do to fix this. There was nothing she could remember about what to do without magic. Staring at the wound, she realized only one thing. This broken wing would only prove to handicap her.

Digging through the room, Twilight looked for anything that would help her with her wing. Passing by a mirror, she glanced at it. Doing a double take, she really had to take in her appearance. Her muzzled was covered in blood and ooze. She was certain the wounds were going to become infected. But then, she finally realized why her magic wasn't working. There was a large crack in her horn, starting from the base up to the tip. Once again, she wanted to cry. There was only a blank look on her face as she stared at the pony she's become.

Twilight abandoned the mirror and kept digging. She ended up finding a large knife. Fighting back a panicked sob, she clumsily held the weapon in her hooves. Clearing a table, she lit a few candles and then laid her battered wing on the table. Gently holding the edge of the blade to the base of her wing, she tried to think of anything else she could do. But there was nothing.

Holding back a scream, Twilight began to cut at her own flesh. Going in between the snapped bones, she tried to go as fast as possible. She felt her muscles rip and tear under the dull blade as she pressed harder. She couldn't help herself as she vomited when she felt the knife smack into a bone. Leaning onto the knife, she pressed hard until the hollow bone cracked and she could go through it.

The wing was off and Twilight stumbled away from the table. Hyperventilating, she grabbed a candle. She brought the flame close to her wound. The scent of burning flesh stung Twilight's nose as she cauterized her wound. It took an eternity as the low heat burned her wound shut. When it was finally done, the candle fell to the ground. Twilight grabbed some of the cloth on one of the shelves and made a makeshift bandage.

Twilight fell on the ground hard, still panicking as she convulsed in pain. It wasn't long before the fog clouding her mind took over. Blackness crept through her vision and she passed out.