A Tribute To Boredom And Stuff

As he slowly drifted into consciousness, he shook himself free from the last vestiges of a very long sleep. Suddenly, a calming, optimistic voice resonated, sounding extremely close with a slight echo.

At last! You’re awake!

Opening his eyes, the unicorn took stock of his surroundings, and himself. Both his mane and tail were an electric blue, with slight pale streaks, long, curly and unkempt. His coat was a light brown, and a pattern of flames surrounded his deep black hooves. Several scarves, consisting mainly of greys, blacks and whites, wrapped snugly around his neck. His horn was a deep crimson, longer and sharper than  most, with 3 small flames slowly twirling around it, flickering and providing the only light in the room, a pale orange luminance.

Turning his attention to the surroundings, the confused unicorn realised he was in a dark stone room, the walls covered in moss and with no visible exit. The ceiling was at least 3 times higher than it needed to be, and there were no windows.

That was when he realised there were no other beings in the room, and the unicorn was confused, as he also had no recollection of getting to this room, or anything. He had no memories at all.

Well, I’m not strictly in the room with you, but I sure am here! We had this conversation before, but you were kinda busy so we never got to finish it.

Finding his tongue, the unicorn slowly, hesitantly spoke, with a voice like gravel, asked “Where are you!? And what do you mean, before?!”

Well, we had this conversation before Strike. Still, I suppose magical explosions have side effects so I’ll excuse your memory loss. For now.

He was quite confused by all this, and still had no idea who he was talking to, or who this Strike was.

You’re talking to the voice in your head, and you are Strike, for short. Striking Flames is your full name.

“You make having a voice in your head sound normal, and I didn’t even ask you that”

I’m inside your head; I know what happens and what you’re thinking. And I mean, we have been talking 17 years.

"17 YEARS? Tell me everything."

All of it?

"Yes. Everything."

Righty-ho! You lived on the outskirts of Ponyville just over 300 years ago-

"WHAT?!?!"