Her existence will mean hope for them. If she can stop the Purge-

You’re placing our very existence on the shoulders of that kid. I doubt she even has the mental capacity to see what’s right in front of her.

We don’t have a choice, Master Windu. Qui-Gon may be right. Is it a gamble? Yes, yes it is. We know from experience that anyone can be a hero, no matter where they come from.

I know you’re referring to Rey Solana, Obi Wan. How did she turn out? I’ll tell you how. Brought back the Sith. She’s no better than Anakin was.

I’m right here, you know.

Even with all the positive influences around her, she refused the light side of the Force in the end. What makes you think that this ‘Silverstream’ will be any different?!

I believe in her, Master Windu. Give her a chance. She has something in her that none of our other Chosen Ones have possessed. I can’t quite describe it. But she’s worth it.

Hmm. Confident in your words, you are, Master Qui-Gon. Succeed in her quest, this one will?

You’ll just have to trust my Master one last time, Master Yoda. Right now, Silverstream is in limbo. If we don’t transport her now, she’ll die.

Ugh, fine. Alright, Obi Wan. But Qui Gon, if you fail this last gamble, don’t think that any of us will trust you again.

I understand, Master.

Alright. Positions…NOW!!!!!!!!!
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Silverstream was jolted awake by a loud snapping sound. She couldn’t tell if it was in her mind, or if it actually happened, but it didn’t matter. She was alive. Somehow. She looked around the room, confided. Was the previous day all a dream? She couldn’t have fallen down and survived.

The silver walls and study table of her room at the School of Friendship dorms had been replaced by a brownish exterior. The large bunk beds had been replaced by smaller versions, and even the pillows were not as comfy. Where was she? Next to her was a large window that looked out to a seemingly futuristic city, with tall buildings and starships flying to and fro in whatever direction their destination was in.

The first thing that went through her mind was ‘This isn’t my room.’ Where had the portal taken her? She got up and started exploring her new room. To her left was a closet that had a strange brown belt hanging out of a black backpack. She took a closer look and saw that in one of the pockets was a metal hilt of what appeared to be a blade, but the blade was missing.

Carefully, she picked up the hilt and pressed the yellow button. Almost instantly, a blue blade sprang out of it. She cried out in alarm. The blade was unlike anything she had ever seen. It gave off a humming sound and seemed to be made out of a material that she had never seen or heard of before. She swung it around. Another humming sound. She giggled, swinging it around again and again. She imagined fighting hordes of imaginary Storm Kings and cutting down each one of them.

As she was about to cut down the last Storm King clone (in her imagination), the door to her strange room opened and someone walked in. It was a tall figure walking on two legs. The creature wore black and had brown hair, as well as jet blue eyes. He was carrying another one of those hilts, Silverstream noticed. Did everyone carry one of those? Her friends didn’t. Her other classmates certainly didn’t. Was this still the School of Friendship? She stared at him curiously as he walked in, coming towards her.

“Alright, Silverstream!” the tall creature announced. Silverstream was startled. This guy knew her name? They had never met before. This was unsettling. “I think Master Yoda finally figured it out. You obviously have a unique way of learning, so he’s going to train you the way you want to be trained. I kept telling him, and now he listens.” He laughed, “Come on, let’s go.”

Silverstream stared at him in confusion. “Wh-who are you?”

The figure was taken aback. “You don’t remember me?” He caught Silverstream’s look and then laughed. “Oh! Oh, I see! You want a longer break. Silverstream, come on. You already had several hours of sleep. Don’t you think it’s time to get back to training?” Silence. “Alright, fine. I’ll play along. I’m Anakin, Anakin Skywalker. But you may refer to me as Master Skywalker. Or just Anakin just between us if you want.”

Silverstream nodded slowly, still not quite understanding. “I found this weird laser sword thing in the closet. I think it’s really cool! What is it?”

“It’s your lightsaber.” Anakin told her, “You put it together a couple years ago when you and the last group of younglings found your kyber crystals on Illum. Silverstream, what’s going on? How did you not know that?”

“You keep speaking to me as if you’ve always known me.” Silverstream replied, “I just arrived here after falling through a wormhole. I don’t remember you, I’m sorry…”

“You can’t be serious.” Anakin looked worried now, “Oh no. No no no no no. How could this happen?! Silverstream, your life, your apprenticeship, your training, our close bond, you don’t remember any of it?!”

Silverstream shook her head, “I wanna go home. My friends are probably so worried about me right now.”

“I’M your friend, Silverstream!” Anakin shouted, “What are you talking about?! THIS is your home! Whatever you think you remember, it was probably your imagination!!”

Silverstream backed away, frightened by his sudden yelling. Anakin noticed this and his face softened. He crouched down to her level and sighed, “Sorry. I’m just confused. What happened? What is this life you suddenly remember? Who are your friends?”

Silverstream could not answer. At this point, she couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t anymore. Her entire life seemed to fall apart right in front of her eyes. Here was this person telling her that her entire life was a lie and that her real home was here. She could tell that Anakin wasn’t lying to her. He seemed very genuine and really believed what he was saying. So, if he was telling the truth, then did that mean that all her adventures with her friends was a lie?!

Silverstream began to cry. Tears started flowing down from her eyes as that concept started becoming more of a reality to her. So, her entire life wasn’t real. She never went to the School of Friendship, never met her friends, never saved Equestria, never did any of that. The friendships that she had made, the lessons she had learned, everything that she ever thought she knew…it was all in her head. As she stared into Anakin’s concerned expression, the more real he became to her. She knew she had to answer him. He deserved to know that she was okay. He clearly cared about her.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. “It’s not important….I’m okay… I want to meet this Master Yoda and find out the truth.” She wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffling as she slowly regained her composure.

Anakin nodded. “If you’re sure you’re okay.” She nodded back. “I promise we’ll get your memory back, Silverstream. No matter what. Let’s go.” He stood up, walking back towards the door. Silverstream took her lightsaber in her right claw and flew up after him, hovering up close behind him as they headed out of her room and out into the hallways.

The more she took in the sights and sounds of her surroundings, the more real they became to her. She could see herself living in this place her whole life. She admired the large window to her right that looked out to the Galactic City of Coruscant. Occasionally, several Jedi of different species passed by her, some greeting her by name as they went. So they knew her as well.

As she followed Anakin down the Great Hall, she began to internally rationalize her current situation, taking in her surroundings, as well as the concept of her having arrived in an alternate reality, swapping places with a version of her that lived in this universe. It was a strange concept, but anything was possible. ‘Okay,’ she thought. ‘I never went to the School of Friendship, never met my friends, never saved Equestria. So everything I thought I knew was a lie? It couldn’t’ve been just a dream, right? I clearly remember it. Terramar did say that I have the strangest dreams, but how do I remember him saying that if he never said that to me? Did I swap places with an alternate reality version of myself? Is that version of me with my friends? Ooh! I see stairs!! How many stairs are there in this place? Do they have sinks in this place? Maybe I can ask them how plumbing works. No. Focus, Silverstream.’ They passed by another room. It was clear that she was not in Ponyville anymore. ‘This is DEFINITELY not the School of Friendship.’

Eventually, they entered the main room, which Anakin apparently called the Jedi Council Chambers. It was a circular room which sported 12 red chairs. Several figures sat in them. In the middle was a small green alien-type creature with brown eyes and ears that stuck out of the side of his head.

“Master Yoda,” Anakin bowed to the Masters seated in front of him, “Silverstream has a serious problem. She woke up today remembering a life that isn’t real.”

The creature acknowledged them with a wave of his hand. He focused on Silverstream, “Memory loss, you have, hmm, Padawan Silverstream?”

Silverstream set her saber down, landing back on the ground. She took a trembling step forward. All of the Jedi Masters staring at her terrified her. If she said the wrong thing, they looked like they would be able to obliterate her in an instant.

“Are you…Master Yoda, Master…Yoda?” Silverstream tried to say through a shaky voice.

“I am.” Master Yoda replied, “Great fear, I sense in you, Silverstream. Remember us, you do not?”

Silverstream was interested by Yoda’s grammar. Was that how they all talked? Anakin didn’t. “N-no. R-remember y-you, I…don’t.” She caught his hard stare. “Sorry, sorry! I just…I…I thought that was how-“ A motion of Yoda’s hand to be quiet cut her off.

“Telling the truth, Silverstream is.” Master Yoda told the man next to him. “Master Windu, things to add, have you?”

The man known as Master Windu spoke up. “You know how it goes, Master Yoda. These mischievous Padawans. When they don’t want to learn, they’ll make up excuses.” He faced her. “How do we know you’re telling the truth? It seems awfully convenient that you just go into your room to take a break, and then come out suddenly having memory loss?”

“You’re insinuating that Silverstream, the most honest and trustworthy of our Padawans, lied to Anakin’s face.” a man with a brownish orangish beard to the left of Yoda. “Mind you, they have a great bond. She even called him her brother at one point. I can vouch for her good character, Master Windu.”

“Your trust goes a long way, Obi Wan.” Master Windu told him, “I’ll take your word for it for now, since Silverstream has had no prior history of lying or making excuses to get out of training.”

“What do you think caused it?” Anakin asked them. He caught Silverstream’s worried gaze and told her, “Silver, maybe you can…step out? This might be a Council-only thing.”

Silverstream was about to obey when Master Yoda stopped her. “Stay, Padawan. Your story, we want to hear, before a decision, we make about your plight.” She nodded, taking a deep breath. She tried to explain to the best of her ability, the life she remembered, how she grew up in Seaquestria, then being sent to the School of Friendship, where she met her friends, and how they eventually brought together the races of Equestria to take on the Legion of Doom. When she brought up the telepathic voice of Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi Wan seemed taken aback.

When she was done, the Council members all nodded their heads. Master Obi Wan-Kenobi spoke up, “Qui-Gon sent her here. What do you think this could mean? She was sent here for a reason.”

“But we’ve always known her.” Master Windu argued, “Silverstream’s story is grandiose and almost heartwarming. However, I find it hard to fully believe. I mean, a simple speech from all of them was able to bring together world leaders? If it were that easy, the Clone Wars would be long over by now.”

“Are you accusing Silverstream of lying?!” Anakin accused him.

“I’m not accusing her of anything.” Master Windu pressed, “To Silverstream, I have this one question. If what you are saying is true, then do you have any physical evidence of that life you can show us?”

“I didn’t take my saddlebag on the school trip.” Silverstream shook her head. “Please, you have to believe me. I don’t belong here.”

“It is possible that the relationships you thought you had with your ‘friends,’” Master Windu told her harshly, “were created in your mind from your bond with Anakin and the younglings you like hanging out with. You have a good friendship with Katooni, who speaking of which is scheduled to be apprenticed to someone soon. I don’t think she’s ready.”

“I know they were real!” Silverstream protested, “Ocellus is sweet and shy, Yona is very kind, Smolder is sarcastic, but has a sweet side. Sandbar is very nice. Gallus…he may seem like a mischievous troublemaker on the outside, but I know he has a good heart!”

“Well they are not.” Master Windu said sternly, “You grew up here. We took you when you were born. You were apprenticed to Master Yoda at age 13. You are his Padawan. Face it, Silverstream. The life you thought you had was all in your head. It’s time you accept that.”

Silverstream looked down to the ground, tears threatening to form again. She blinked them back. No. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t show weakness.

“I believe you, Silverstream…” Anakin whispered to her. Silverstream barely even heard him. Her head was spinning around in circles, boggling her mind. Nothing was real. Nothing was what she knew. She felt meek and helpless once more as if she was on Mount Aris on that fateful day as a child, the unicorn with a broken horn announcing the Storm King’s arrival, her mother scooping her up and running towards the sea as Storm Creatures pursued them, her uncle being turned to stone by the orb, and her and Skystar crying out in absolute horror as the hippogriffs escaped to the sea.

She felt the urge to faint, but she wouldn’t. She struggled to keep herself standing, staring at the people who were supposed to be her actual family watching her every move. She briefly glared at Master Windu, who would not believe her no matter what she said. What was his problem? Why did he hate her so much?

“You will no longer mention this imaginary world of yours.” Master Windu ordered her. “You will return to your training. Master Yoda, if she is telling the truth, then you will teach her everything from scratch. We will delay her Knighting until you are sure she is ready.” Master Yoda nodded solemnly, clearly concerned for his Padawan.

“Master Windu, Silverstream is not a liar!!” Anakin shouted, “How dare you accuse her of-“

“Anakin!!” Obi-Wan scolded him, cutting off his Padawan’s would-be tirade, “That’s enough!!”

“I-it’s okay, Anakin…” Silverstream said. She knew at this point that the Council would not believe her. If she was going to be stuck in this world, she did not want to antagonize anyone, “Don’t make things worse…”

“But he is-“ Anakin began to say. He could not understand why Silverstream would not stand up for her integrity when it was being questioned.

“No one is going to believe me anyway…” Silverstream told him sadly. It hurt her to just give up, but she had no other choice. Her friends were most likely not going to come back for her. She had to find out why she was sent here first and foremost. Then, she would find some way to adapt to this world and find out about the life she apparently actually lived.

She just hoped that Qui-Gon was still with her somehow.

Author's Note

Okay, now I’m convinced I’ve done something wrong because this story is being downvoted after this chapter dropped. Could you guys please tell me what I did? I promise I’ll fix it.