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• A New Beginning -

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In my last Dream, I am living through the experience ending my life.

I see her jumping up into the air, with a horrible grin plastered onto her face; only for her to land squarely on my chest, with all four of her hooves on my chest.

As her hooves are hitting my chest, I feel the full fours of her weight, as her hooves hit me; breaking my ribs, thus stabbing me with the crystal clear pain. It is the end, and my Consciousness soon to leave me.

In the end of the dream, I wake up; still in pain, as I am bleeding to death. I look up, seeking her gaze with my eyes as I slowly loose my consciousness to what is ending my life.

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I had seen the light go out, as I gave up my futile struggle against death itself; only for the room to flood with a blinding bright light.

For a moment, I imagine still feeling the pain I had been suffering from, as I was winked out. Only now, I can feel nothing. I feel exactly Nothing.

It isn’t that I am numb from what had befallen upon me. I just feel nothing; because there is nothing, to feel.

There is nothing to feel; because I have no body, with which to feel. The girl owning that body is dead. Lying lifeless in her own blood still flowing from the wounds she had sustained.

What I have, is a Name; “Cytryna” I ponder; “it is, who I was, and it still is my name!” I remember.

I still do remember my Name, my life; even if I may wish, I could have forgotten the later of the two. Well, maybe there are things I would not mind remembering; but you can’t just Pick and Choose, you either keep it all or loose everything.

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From within the blinding light, I hear Hoof steps; as if there is a Horse, trotting over the floor. She is approaching me. (or, at least; I am assuming this Horse is a Female.. but who knows)

As the light finally starts to recede, unless it is just that I am getting used to the brightness; there is a purple blob moving towards me, the brightness of the blob slowly increasing in brilliance until it almost overpowers the light around me entirely.

I am confused. What is happening (to me). Where am I? All assuming; that concept is even Valid, in this situation.

“Greetings, little one!” the voice pronounces, as she is addressing me. (I am in the presence of a Deity)

“The voice sounds female, so maybe the initial assumption had been correct, after all!” I ponder.

“I am Twilight..” she presents herself.

“What an ominous presentation!” I ponder, shivering in fear, even after I had already lost everything; my life, my body, my friends and probably even my name.

If I had had a body, right now; I would have been shivering, but I currently has none. Maybe, just maybe; that is for the better, lest I may insult her.

“I am here, in the role of overseeing your Ascension, your rebirth into a new world!” she explains.

“So, I died?” I inquire; “Everything I had ever been, everything I was ever supposed to become; gone, forever lost?” I weep, still shivering.

“I am sorry, Cytryna; I do not have Dominion over your past life, in the world you have been forced to leave; I have Dominion over the Rebirth to the new world, where you are about to be reborn!” she responds.

“If she is addressing me by my old, original name: Cytryna; maybe all is not yet lost, and I still do have a chance!” I ponder, still shivering.

“Going by your Name, you should be a bright Yellow!” Twilight pronounces.

“Oh?” I inquire; “If she knows what my name means, maybe I am safe, after all?” I ponder; “or, I am even worse off, than I could possibly have been imagining!” I conclude.

“Your Mane and Tail would be a deep, dark and luscious green!” she explains. (my hair is green)

“At least, these colours would not clash!” I ponder.

“Mane and tail?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course, Cytryna!” Twilight explains; “Your hair, as it were!” she elaborates.

“But.. but.. but..” I sputter; “but, why would I have a tail?” I inquire.

“Because you would look strange, if you did not have a Tail” she points out; “Ponies would see you as disabled, handicapped; if you did not have a Tail” she points out.

“Ponies?” I inquire.

“Yes, my little one; Ponies, this is Equestria you are arriving to!” she points out.

Twilight takes a step forwards and I can finally see her features clearly; I had taken her for a Horse at first, but I guess these features are the features of a Pony. A Unicorn, to be exact.

I find her Quite Majestic, even despite her inherent cuteness.

I almost snicker, but manage to stop myself in time; before I am angering, insulting the mighty Deity before me. I do not want to, and I do not dare to try her patience with a mere Whimper such as myself

If only I had realized; Pinkie Pie is just as Powerful and dangerous, in her own right. Just in very different ways. She may look small, like an insignificant Earth pony; but she possesses powers, abilities like no other.

Even if Pinkie Pie had been Possessed at the time; and Twilight sparkle is a living Deity before me.

“I will offer you a Choice..” Twilight points out; “Would you prefer to be an Earth Pony, with power over the Earth..” she offers; “a Pegasus, with Minion over the Weather and ability to fly..” she suggest; “or would you prefer to become a Unicorn, with control over the very Eather around us?” she concludes.

I just sputter, as if her words had broken my Core.

“What is a little filly to say..” I ponder; “when offered such boons from the Deity before her??” I conclude.

“Would you prefer to make your living as a Farmer, or become a Gardener?” she inquires.

“Would you prefer to soar in the sky, living wild and free and possibly touch the clouds?” she inquires.

“Would you prefer to touch the very Fabric of the Reality around you?” she inquires.

I sputter even more wildly, as my thoughts spin like crazy in a whirlwind.

“Why does this sound like such a Faustian deal?” I finally whimper.

“That does not mean, what you think it means here!” Twilight points out.

“Wait, what?” I screach.

“Faust is the Creator of the world we are living on!” she points out.

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She is placing three Mirrors before me. Just like with the three spirits of that Holiday. Seasons past, season present, and season future.

I can see myself as a Farmer and Gardener, as I am focusing on the first Mirror.

I can see myself, flexing my wings, as I am focusing on the second Mirror. Just that I can’t quite see myself in the role of managing weather or flying.

I see myself as a Unicorn, as I am focusing on the third Mirror. I can manipulate my surroundings, casting spells. The convenience of levitating my cutlery as I eat. (maybe, just maybe; this is what is convincing me, winning me over.

If this is a dream, I will be waking up from, soon. Wouldn’t I? In which case everything leading up to where I am, has been a very cruel Night Mare like nothing else.

“This is no Dream, my little one!” she points out; “but you will wake up, in your own bed; tomorrow, even if you have a few things to reconcile when you do!” Twilight points out.

“Oh…” I just mouth.

“I could have let you go through the birth and all that, just as I could have permitted you a more advanced age..” Twilight points out; “but it would be more convenient; if I created a body of a little filly, ready for her first class!” she suggests.

“Could you afford me a few weeks, to get used to my new body; before I need to attend school?” I inquire.

“You could use the reprieve, to get used to your new situation!” she allows; “Sleep tight, my little one!” she pronounces.

I find myself a bit tired. My form is glowing, signifying that my time is up. I am all but ready, for the destiny awaiting me. Even if I am not prepared, for what is awaiting me.

I am waking up, in a brand new bed.

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“Yawn!” I exclaim, as I slowly open my eyes, in order to see where I am.

The wall is a Purple Amethyst, or a similar looking crystal.

Everything around me glitter and sparkle, as befitting of the Home where I had just woken up. Well, she had told me that I would wake up. Hadn’t she?

The Pillow and Quilt are both Purple, Lavender. How befitting, even if it is not the best fit for my complexion.

Just as she had told me, I am a bright Lemon Yellow; just as my Mane and Tail are a bright and luscious green.

My Mane and Tail are surprisingly well for the situation I had just woken up to.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I am jumping out of my bed.

This is when I notice that my hooves are glossy, almost as if she had afforded me a Hooficure. Just too bad, I had never had the chance to experience the joy of going to the Spa; so I could see my nails polished and glossy before. I never got to experience this; because my former life, had been cut short. Oh, well; such is life, isn’t it?

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Good Morning, Little One

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Author's Note

Cytryna's POV