Patchwork a Thread of Fate

Patchwork a Thread of Fate
Chapter 1: Up N’ At Em

At first there was nothing, then darkness, all-encompassing darkness but was that a crack of light just now? Could have been but how do you make it come back when you don’t know about anything? Could try doing something besides what it was that you’re doing right now, anything, oh there it is again…..try that again…..yes there it is again, AND AGAIN! What a relief the unknowing pony just realized that the colt could blink and open his eyes and see the forest around him. He takes a gander at all the colors and sounds and the wind blowing against his threaded blond mane. Though why was he so low to the ground, and the world sideways for that matter? Was there anything this helpless pony could do besides look at things? Yes, he thought he could. He wasn’t about to just spontaneously wake up from what felt like a dreamless sleep to just lay there for the rest of his life……however long THAT was supposed to be. The bold pony would again try to do anything with all his might and found that he could move his legs and hooves, well that was a start, now to see if he could right himself and get standing and walking. One thing at a time though “alleyoop” up n’ at em little pony. The shaky pony manages to roll right side up and trying to gauge the weight of his own body trembles standing up and takes a single step, to which he immediately falls flat on his face, one step at a time there little guy. Determined to get moving he gets up again, and with more careful and slow precision he moves a wobbly hoof forward with much better success even though he was shaking like the leaves on the trees. Inspired by his new-found confidence he takes another slow step forward and yet another he was getting close to walking like a champion pony if it were not for the fact that he was stumbling and staggering a few paces to the left and right with each step, you’ll get the hang of it eventually little colt. This however was not without incident and would occasionally fall to the side or back onto his belly, by chance he fell right in front of a puddle that shown brightly in the moonlight over Everfree Forest glittering through the leaves and past the limbs as he gazed into the puddle of water. He stared at himself long and hard wondering if this dusty furred pony was really him taking a look at his hoof then the puddle once more puzzled by his appearance. Normal brown colored eyes but in the center of the darkness of the pupils there looked to be four dots. Stitched on quilt patches that looked like they were part of him yet still sewn on seemed to be on his right front hoof, his left shoulder, his right side and what appeared to be on his stomach as well, wings protruding from his back many of the feathers looking faded and dusty like him yet still colorful like they were hand-me-downs of other ponies like him…could he use these too? There was his dirty blonde mane and tail which seemed real enough in hair but it had almost a thread like quality to it by the way it grew from his body it was as if the divines had sewn each strand of hair into him one at a time. Last but not least there was what unique mark at the flank that all ponies had, the wound up thread and needle being this pony’s cutie mark, all in all an outlandish looking pony for sure but the sense of relief felt in the dusty pony overwhelmed any worrying concern he had about his identity so far and that was when clarity struck him like a bolt of lightning from a storm cloud. He didn’t know who in the world he was, or how he even came to be....