Redeemed

The wind. I know it has several synonyms, some words having a tiny difference from the other: Gale, breeze, draft, storms, and so on. You know which one is which when you feel it, having experienced every kind of wind atleast once. But even when you think you've felt them all, you come to discover later in life that you only know a tiny portion of the whole existence. I am experiencing that right now: A wind which I've never felt before. It's incredible cold and different from any breeze I've ever felt moving over my skin, being the only wind that can frighten me.

Too many things have happened in a short time, turning my whole self into something new and cold as the winds that continue to blow over my paths. It's been a little more than a week since I was possessed and used to chain down everything and everyone I looked up to. I was a beast, a monster like the one that I freed from that accursed meteor. Even if some may call it an "accident," I simply cannot accept this as one of those.

After I was freed from the dark stallion's burning grip on my soul, thanks to the mare that showed so much faith in me, it got only worse: I lost my mind and memory.

That's when I was found by "her." If it weren't for the striped mare, healing me from the shadows inside me, I would probably still be suffering from the remnants of that dictator's soul. But along with losing that darkness, I also lost track of who I am. Now I'm cold, calculated, and with only one goal set in my mind.

I thought I was able to sneak away from anypony from Ponyville. Little did I know that the Mare of the Night would also be looking for me, knowing what I would probably do in the aftermath. She appeared before me, without her guards or anypony else, asking me about the things I've seen when that monster controlled my body.

Keeping the secret of her sister from her was not something I could do. She deserved to know about what happened to her that made her become Night Mare Moon. Preferably, I would've kept her as a contact to the real world. But it has turned out that she wants to do whatever it takes to come along personally, wanting to do the same thing I want: To make up the mistakes of the past.

Even though I'm not really comfortable about joining forces with an undercover princess into some journey that could risk both of our lives any further, I can't deny her the same forgiveness that I seek to be able to face my friends and families again without fear of judgement.

No, I'm wrong about my last sentence. We don't seek forgiveness anymore. We're past that already. Now we seek REDEMPTION.

REDEEMED