It was Genesis, you know….

It was an idea….

A future….

Something that many could say it was….

Outstanding…..

My vision was blurry. The ceiling and walls around me were completely white as we travelled down a hallway. Looking at my right, I saw a small wooden clock next to a painting.

Each time I focused more on it, it would increase….

Exodus

Leviticus

Tick… tock…. Tick….. Tock

Numbers

Lights flickered on my vision, gloved hands passed knives over my head.

In a single, calculating function…..

Tili tili bom

My stomach was trickling. A small clock went on and on and on and on…

I tried looking up and narrowed my eyes. A cold, white hospital light was just above my head. I saw hands without a body moving medical objects, all around, all around, all around, all around, all around, all around.

Close your eyes now

Flowers blossomed, a figure was there… just next to a tree on a warm day.

Someone’s walking outside the house

Tick Tock BOM, Tick Tock BOM

And knocks on the door

I sucked a lungful of air as I came back to the world of the living. I groused, my eyes opening with a bit of pain. I tried moving to the side, but something stopped me.

Clink

I jerked my head from side to side, meeting with two handcuffs firmly plastered on each extreme of some weird metallic poles. I tried moving again, this time with more force. This increased until my wrists became sore, meaning that I finally had to relax my arms. I looked around, narrowed my eyes, and recognised the weaned decorations of this place, I’m in a hospital room.

It’s too clear.

Though, nothing looked like it was made for my size. Not the furniture, not the lights, hell, not even the bed.

My toes were floating on the other end.

I squeezed my eyes so hard that stars appeared in my vision. I opened them again and ushered my frown, expecting something, from someone, to appear from those curtains with a knife and a gun.

Finally gifting me peace.

Hours passed along with the horrible sound of the second in a clock. I was waiting like a tired mule until I gave up in expecting for someone to appear from those curtains. One good thing from this experience, I finally recovered my memory, that weirdly enough, was making me well… remember some past events I wish never happened.

Like in my dream.

I shook my head and blurted some words through my new found heavy lips, that felt to be asleep. Somebody injected me anaesthesia…. I wonder if I looked like a monster. I felt my cheeks all blobby and deformed, a red sign I ignored for the time being.

“Yeah whatever…”

I raised an eyebrow at the rude interruption from outside.

Suddenly, the curtains opened, and a white pony entered the room. Tired eyes, a scrunched nose, bad posture, and a cup of coffee surrounded by a yellowish aura. She looked bleached and disgruntled… all at the same time.

It wasn’t something for me to worry about, well, except the handcuffs of course.

I bleated, turning my lazy eyes at the white ceiling. I wish I could, just….. you know, go home. Leave everything behind and finally find peace on this planet, where we left.

I didn’t know if I should complain. They handcuffed me, meaning that the locals already hated me for that stupid machine. The past is still here, blocking my own memories.

It’s horrible.

I said it; I hate the past. It doesn’t matter how many soothing words they said, how many lies those governments filled the people with. They were all dirty lies; they knew nothing, not the United States government, not the Russians, not the Italians, not the Japanese, not even the Germans. Absolutely everyone involved themselves in blaming each other for the situation of the world. That led to this. They threw the bag to me, and now I’m talking to some stupid ponies.

“Tell me human,” a regal voice said, crossing the curtains with a frown directed at me. I locked eyes with this Princess Celestial or it was Celestia? With the l or without it…. Meh, why would I care.

She waited for my response, something that I din’t deliver. She sighed, shaking her head and huffing hot air, “not response from you, let me ask you something, what happened back there?”

“Back where?”

“Don’t play games with me,” she stepped forward and lowered her scowl, “what did you do to that pony.”

“Nothing,” I began nonchalantly, “it isn’t a pony you know.”

Her eyes softened for a fragment of a second, “what do you mean he isn’t a pony?”

“It is something else, didn’t you notice that it literally shot fire from one of its hooves,” I said, making circles with my sore hands, “or is that normal in colourful ponies, princess.”

She growled, making her way to the side of my bed. When she got there, she sat on her haunches and narrowed her eyes. I awkwardly tried to maintain as much distance as possible, it would have been easier if this princess wouldn’t have tried to press her horn on my forehead.

I closed my eyes, expecting a last run in this line. I felt a small pinch when her horn met my head. I was feeling dizzy, and more and more tired…. And tired and.

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock……..

My eyes shot open, and I saw a faint mirror of my youth, playing and laughing all the time while watching the skies turn into a painted orange, perplexed by its beauty.

“Mom, how does the sky turn orange before the cool and wicked night shows by, under the curse of the pale moon.”

A blonde woman smiled while playing with her son's brownish curls. Her teal eyes were diamonds into another world, a dress covered her pale body….. like a shining cloak that reflected the bellows of the night.

“Up there, Selene is crying for a child, crying for the one that just died in her arms.”

The boy looked up with apologetic eyes.

“But mom, can’t she come down, and ask for the child she lost.”

“I wish it was that easy, my child, if only the world knew the meaning of that.”

Words resounded in my head, they didn’t let me think, eat, drink, or laugh. Every night I walked around my town’s park, my feet buckling the cold concrete to step on the grass. It was green, under the 3 feet of snow I mean, if only I could see a mirror of another world, a place of laughter, where everyone felt free. Some old lanterns thrown on the grass illuminated dimly the park, because no one cared to visit them in these present times.

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock……..

“Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high… there’s a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby.”

You need to be perfect

Ballet is such a fine art, a fine dance, with a fine history born in the nation of my blood. Stars danced in my eyes, watching how perfect it was, each step, each drop of blood, that fell on the floor without a doubt.

I raised my hands, covered in dirt and blood. I could see my own reflection, which called for something else.

A train went next to my left ear, leaving a buzzing and dizzying mind in a world that seemed to went on and on and on.

Unit 237, biological warfare

“Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high… there’s a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby.”

The old trees were portals into the past, their scratched brown crust represented stories, better than lullabies of another world. I looked up, and a little snowflake fell on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

The stories of my grandfather make me wish I was born in a different generation. He lived his entire life in this humble town, where he woke up at 5 o'clock with the song of the birds, which was brisked through the old streets. They usually flood when it rained. He didn’t worry though; he told me how the children went out to jump in the small rivers, and how they imagined being people and figures from the past as if they were in the present. His mental decadence began when the first snowflake landed on our town, I remember that he almost had a stroke of fear that overcame his senses. Maybe in the north of our continent, or even in the cold south near Antarctica, but where the green forests full of life meant the end of all for him.

Just like his fears told him so, he died from hypothermia after trying to swim in one river near the forest.

I smiled at those memories as my eyes trailed along the wooden fences separating the park from the main plaza of my town. In school, they don’t teach you anymore the history of your nation, only the facts that have been settled in the present. People wanted them to be forgotten, now the world is in pain for their sins, because as the old saying says, “learn from your past errors.”

My grandpa wanted me to learn every part of the history behind my nation. I learned that in the ancient times we were a great empire which extended its wings into Europa and beyond, very similar to what we are trying to do today. Times passed, and during the 20th century, we once again raised in power over everyone else, at least you could say.

That word is so horrible that it makes me sick of even thinking about it. My right fist clenched around my golden chain rosary, I did it for so long that a drop of blood fell onto the snow.

I stared at it solemnly, raising my hand to see the wound painted in red.

How it happened, how did the world change so sudden. Alone I was in the world of 2215, in a world that turned the colours into the neutral black and white.

The skies are constantly grey in the day, many haves forgotten how the sun shined over the world, the first light mankind ever met. I love the night, it’s so unique and great in everything it has. There’s no trick behind it, no illusion like the blue that painted the heavens in the past days, it's just the proper colour of the skies, deep jet-black.

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock]……..

“OUCH!” I jolted back, as far as I could. I tried crawling away from the princess’s eyes, that filled eyes with confusion looked up at me with a soft gaze. She cleared her throat and placed a hoof on the bed.

“I didn’t saw nothing- nothing.”

I hyperventilated, so many pictures of the past came back to my mind. I needed to escape I needed to get out of this place; I needed to finish my mission as quick as possible. I gulped, my hands were playing with the upper chains, trying to look a way for me to take them off and make a run for it.

“Where is,” I caught my air, “where is the machine.”

“The machine,” she raised an eyebrow, “it is currently being contained by Luna.”

“It’s still attacking you?” I asked int he slowest way possible.

“Yes…” she tilted her head, “why is that important? The elements of harmony are going to control it anyway,” she paused, he eyes flickering to the side, “I have another question to you, how is it possible that you diverted my magical signatures.”

“Listen princess, I have as much questions as you have, but first let me control it.”

“It appears to be in your side,” she lowered her gaze to meet my eyes, “and it has been attacking us, whatever that thing is, it’s in your side.”

“And what is my side,” I said, my frown deepening threateningly.

“The uhh, bad one?”

“Are you answering or questioning,” I clenched my jaw, looked to the sides, and sent a puff of air.

“This went all wrong princess,” I began softly, gaining her attention, “I want to have peaceful relations don’t want to fight you, and I can show this,” I paused, and lowered my gaze, “I know you don’t trust me, I don’t trust you either, so don’t worry, the sentiment is mutual.”

My eyes raised to meet hers, “let me fix this, and we can start over again, but,” I moved my hands to the side, ”I don’t think that leaving me here would do much good.”

She stared at me naturally. Her ears pressed against her head, as a frown made its way back, “only one chance, you mess up… and my subjects are first.”

I nodded. In a blink of an eye, the two handcuffs fell from my hands. I repeatedly touched my wrists as I stretched a little.

“Now let’s go.”

Author's Note

Alright, so a few things. I mixed the prologue with the rest of the story as it goes on. The second, you've might noticed that I changed the adventure tag for the dark one, this is for a reason in specific. While I can assure you that most of the story will not be dark, there is going to be a future chapter where things will go down.

The other thing is that I changed the origin point to the 21st Century. This was because I wanted to make the story more closely related to the modern times.

I also reviewed the past chapters and tried fixing as many errors as I could.