Author's Note
As of June 8th, 2021 this chapter has been updated and rewritten.
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1.1 - Cognition
The rock shook unsteadily as my breath came out in harsh pants, my lungs desperate for any air they could get. Determined to ignore that not-so-small part of my mind that was screaming that this situation was, should be impossible I raised the already sap-covered rock high in the air.
The deep red aura of my magic shone from the rock onto the pathetic form of the Timberwolf, it's pitiful whines echoed through the dark forest's twisted trees. For a brief moment, I considered dropping the rock, of letting it go, and giving it mercy.
Then the pain all over my body flared again and such notions of mercy were washed away. There were a lot of emotions I was feeling at this moment, confusion, sadness, regret, but most prominently out of all those was anger.
I was angry, and the multitude of searing cuts along my body wasn't helping to calm me at all. I could distinctly remember each cut, each thistle, and thorn on the monster's body cutting and digging themselves into my new body's flesh.
As my mind was coming to grips with the current situation, the wolf stopped its pointless whining and desperate attempts to crawl away. Instead, it chooses to look at me, staring into my own strawberry eyes with glowing sickly green eye sockets.
I wonder what it was thinking, was it imagining ripping my throat out? Furiously thrashing my small body side to side to kill me? Was it just accepting its death, the final realization that this was it and there was no escaping, no trick that could save it?
Could it even die? My mind sluggish remembering something about them resembling themselves, but I couldn't be sure if that was canon or fanon, the two had begun mixing in my head like some sort of disgusting soup at one point.
...
Was it begging for mercy? If it was I couldn't tell, it's face to alien to wrong to discern any kind of emotion in it. Did it matter?
...
With a heave the rock flew down, smashing the timberwolf's skull wide open. No blood flooded out of it, no brain matter covered the forest floor. It was simply made of magic and wood, at least I assumed so.
And now it was dead.
Shakily the crimson aura of magic faded from the rock, leaving it wedged in the skull of the beast. All of sudden a wave of exhaustion came over me, one so powerful I almost keeled over on the spot, giving into the sweet temptations of the peace of sleep. Whether the exhaustion was some kind of aftereffect of the magic I had been using or the simple exhaustion of having heavily exerted myself I didn't know.
Probably both to be honest...
Wearily I staggered forwards, my wounds flaring with every step I took. I needed to get out of here, to Ponyville, to anywhere, I just couldn't stay in this dammed forest. I would without a doubt die.
As my hooves dragged my battered and profusely bleeding body forward my mind began making connections that had been suppressed due to the suddenness of my... transfer and bloody duel to the death I just had with a wooden dog.
My mind in particular was being torn between two sides, one that insisted that I was a twenty-three-year-old human girl who was in her last year of college. Another part of me screamed that I was, and had always been an eight-year-old unicorn foal with a bright pink coat and mane and had strawberry-colored eyes. Slowly, but surely, my mind leaned towards the human side being my true self, who I really was. It wasn't too hard of a decision to make really, that pony side of me just had so many holes in it and had no other information in it other than that I was eight, a unicorn, and a pony. That was it, no identifying familial information, no name to go by, no history to guide me.
It made it fairly obvious that I was human and something had simply tried to ineffectively insert falsehoods into my head to... what, confuse me? What was the point? It was such an obvious ruse it made me doubt it was a ruse at all.
This was confusing and I decided I could think about it later when I wasn't experiencing extreme blood loss. Because you see there was one thing that imprinted information was correct about, and that was that I was currently a small pony child. Unfortunately, small pony children didn't carry a lot of blood around in their body and I'm pretty sure I lost a lot of blood. Like enough that I should be seriously fucking concerned about even making it out of this forest before I collapsed and died.
Well, there wasn't anything I could do about it anyway. Or maybe there was? It was kinda getting hard to think straight...
Branches and roots cracked and creaked and for a second it almost seemed like the forest was moving out of the way for me. But I'm pretty sure that was just me hallucinating, did you hallucinate from blood loss?
God everything was so... sway-ey, and as I stumbled forward on my fee- hooves. I briefly recalled my arrival to this world, the moments before, I was talking with one of my little sisters when-
I stopped in place suddenly and for a second all the noises in the forest sounded like they disappeared, for one brief moment it felt the world was holding its breath... waiting...
And when the shiver ran down my spine I continued moving forward and the sounds of the world resumed. God this place was fucking creepy, almost felt like I was being watched but it was kind of drowned out by the searing pain and considerable amount of blood loss I was experiencing.
Taking one final step I flinched as a soft light hit my eyes, looking up from the ground I saw the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was ponyville, immediately recognizable as the chaotic little town of fun and friendship. At the moment I was just glad that this world had fucking hospitals, I refuse to die from some knock-off warg wannabee.
I took one step forward.
And then immediately crashed into the soft grassy ground, to be honest though, it was really nice down here.
Maybe I could just... lay here for a while?
As I'm resting in this nice comfortable bed of grass however I'm interrupted by the sound of shouting in the distance, shouting that's getting closer. That was good, I wouldn't die here then. Hopefully.
As the shouting grew closer it also grew... more distant? No like I was steadily being submerged underwater, and it was getting harder and harder to listen to whatever they were saying.
Briefly, my eyes slowly cracked open, a purple pony stood over me. Probably very concerned about the bloody foal she had just found but it wasn't like I could tell very well. My vision was getting blurrier every second, but if I knew my ponies, that was probably good ole Twilight Sparkle.
She was saying something, but I just wanted to sleep so I ignored her for the moment and began slipping into nice peaceful dreamland.
... God what a stupid way to die. In My Little Pony of all places, or should I just call it Equestria? Whatever, who cares, I'll be dead in a few minutes anyway.
Miss little alicorn to be was still shouting above me and honestly, at this point I just wanted her to shut up.
Stupid Alicorn... being all high and mighty and stuff...
Powerful...
They never really explained what Alicorns were did they? Just that they were really strong and immortal, kind of like a god huh?
Like a god...
I was in Equestria...
Alicorns...
Could I become one?...
I could, couldn't I? I was pony just like Twilight.
If she could become a god then so could I...
A god...
I could become a god...
I would become a god...
And nothing would stop me...
...
Author's Note
So I'm gonna try and stay on a consistent schedule of a chapter every three days. No promises, I might get distracted or lazy but ill try.
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1.2 - Cognition
The soft beeping of a heart monitor slowly is what slowly brought me back to the land of the living. To say I was surprised would probably be an understatement, with the number of gashes and cuts I had received I was certain I was on a one-way trip to the afterlife.
But then again, they did have magic on hand so I guess anything is up for grabs really.
My eyes began to crack open, but instantly I shut them in pain when the shearing light of day practically boiled my eyeballs. Taking a few seconds to adjust my eyes slowly to the light shining through the window I started taking stock of my surroundings.
Looking around told me I was definitely in some form of hospital room, the various medical equipment I couldn't be asked to identify gave it way. Even more obvious was that I had been placed in a child's room. The wall was littered with various cutesy paintings, each showing scenes of undistinct foals prancing around a field of flowers.
Looking down at myself confirmed the unfortunate fact that my body was still that of a foal. I had kinda hoped that whole thing had just been some kind of nightmare after I...
After I...
A shiver ran down my spine as I pushed those memories away, it wasn't the time to have a panic attack. Instead, I quickly looked for something to distract myself and soon found myself scurrying towards the end of the bed to grab a clipboard that was likely some kind of medical diagnosis. It would be good to see what kind of ideas they had bouncing around in their heads, maybe I could play off one to avoid any kind of questions.
My hand reached out towards the clipboard and then my brain skipped a step when I couldn't pick up the clipboard in my han-
Right. Not a human, a pony, ponies don't get finger and rhumbs... just stumpy hooves. Needed to remember that.
Taking a quick calming breath I took a look at my pink fur-wrapped hooves. Rubbing one of my hooves on the other I found that my fur felt wonderfully soft, like I was touching a really soft mattress except not as squishy.
Shaking those thoughts out of my mind I looked back at the clipboard wondering exactly how I was supposed to use my hooves to hold things? I thought about it for around a minute before giving up and defaulting to the obviously superior option.
Why use hooves when you had magic fucking powers?
Staring intently at the clipboard I tried thinking back to that desperate fight with the timberwolf. It had all been rather quick but from what I remembered I had simply been desperate for some kind of weapon and something had... flipped for lack of a better word, in my head. All of a sudden it had felt like I had a third arm and it had been connected to the rock.
So I did that, I focused on wanting to hold that clipboard. Above all else, I needed that clipboard. There was nothing more important than my current need to bring that clipboard closer to me so I ca-
Abruptly I found myself rocking back, covering my nose in pain. Opening my eyes I could see the clipboard was floating in front of me, held within a faded red aura.
A smile broke out on my lips, perfect.
Bringing the clipboard slightly closer, I started reading. Unfortunately, I literally couldn't make out anything of importance in the jumble of horrible handwriting and nonsensical seeming medical jargon. My smile slipped from my face and I put the useless thing back where I found it before falling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling.
Christ, what was I gonna do? They would obviously have questions and I didn't even know how much time I had left before they checked up on me. There was no way I was gonna be honest with them, I was already getting ideas with what little magic I could do and some of those probably wouldn't be very "legal".
Of course, that's when the door quietly swings open and a large, to my eyes anyway, white pony with a striking pink mane made her way into my room. She was busy looking at a clipboard that was wrapped up in one of her hooves somehow without causing her any balance problems.
Briefly, her eyes glanced up at me before almost immediately snapping back down to the clipboard in her hoof. Then she seemed to pause for a second before dropping her clipboard noisily onto the floor. I flinched a little at the noise, which she saw, and then began to spout and mumble apologies about.
"Oh my Celestia, I'm so sorry dear I thought you were still asleep! We didn't think you'd be awake already oh sweet Celestia I'm so sorry hun!"
Irritated with her babbling I just waved a hoof at her and grunted.
"Is'fine" I paused for a second as what came out was not my voice but a small squeaky voice that I couldn't almost call cute if it didn't give me a feeling of wrongness when it came out of my mouth. A shiver went down my spine at the brief reminder that this wasn't my body, but some the body of a small pony.
I flinched slightly as I felt something soft run gently down my back, looking up I saw the nurse pony looking at me with a face full of concern and pity. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just a little bit irritated by that.
"Shhh, it's okay hun. Your safe here okay?" She paused, probably waiting for some kind of response. I gave her a brief nod if only to assure her and make sure she doesn't pester me about it. She smiles brightly at me and then begins talking again.
"Well sweetheart, would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions? I bet you are still pretty tired so I promise I will be real quick okay?" She said with a beaming smile pointed at me.
I fidgeted in place, well aware that this was the moment whether or not I got asked a question I just wouldn't be able to answer. I was never the best of liars and I wasn't sure I'd be able to come up with something that would satisfy the nurse.
Thinking quickly I came with a fairly easy plan of action. Don't say anything, or at least don't say anything for the questions I didn't want to answer.
Looking up to the nurse pony I gave a small, hesitant nod.
God, I hoped they wouldn't put me with some kind of foster family or something. It might be easier if they just shove me into some kind of orphanage instead.
