Crossing Anthology

As I walked back to Twilight’s library, I took some time to ponder on these recent mental images and voices. There was the silhouette, the dream of me being kidnapped yelling ‘Soar’, and then Celestia’s cutie mark. I began to piece something together; the silhouette was of Princess Celestia, though I still couldn’t explain the kidnapping. Could Celestia have taken me? And could these mental images and voices not be dreams, but who I was before my enslavement? I couldn’t be sure, so the only thing I could do was simply wait for more of the images and voices to come.

I approached Twilight’s library and knocked on the door. Twilight answered,

“Oh hey Lemmour, come on in.”

I walked in and noticed the whole room was still cluttered with books, obviously from Twilights study and concern for her friend. She turned to me and asked,

“So did you meet the other ponies?”

“Yes, they were very nice to meet. That Rainbow Dash is definitely my kind of pony.”

“Good, did they all agree to coming with us?”

“Yeah, all of them, so there will be seven of us searching.”

“Perfect!”

“What are you up to now?”

“I’m preparing some supplies for the journey, food, blankets, and first aid kits.”

“We should probably get some sleep soon.”

“You can go on to bed, I set up a small bed upstairs for you, I’m gonna stay up late.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I began walking up the library stairs, looking back; I could see how worried Twilight was. Even when knowing that all her friends would be aiding her in the search for Spike, it was not enough to ease her fears. I continued to walk up. I saw the bed Twilight set up for me; I opened my armor to crawl out of it, and then hopped in to the bed. I looked to the right to see a picture of Twilight and a purple dragon in a framed picture. The picture next to it showed them both again, only younger. I assumed that this purple dragon was Spike. I saw one more image, it was of an egg, a greenish, purplish egg, the same colors that Spike had. That egg burned itself into my mind. I then had another mental image.

This mental image was of Princess Celestia again, she was walking away from me with that same egg. The image was over. I then closed my eyes and tried to get to sleep fast, but I couldn’t keep from wondering, just who the hell was I before King enslaved me? It was something I couldn’t ignore, after tossing and turning in the bed for about an hour, I finally got up and went down stairs. I saw Twilight still up and studying, she didn’t recognize me out of my armor. She quickly realized it was me though,

“Oh, Lemmour. I almost didn’t recognize you, what’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been having strange visions or dreams or something. I was hoping that you’d have a book about it somewhere. Maybe one about memory loss to?”

“Sure I’ve got a couple.”

Twilight’s unicorn horn glowed, as she telekinetically lifted a couple books on dreams, hallucinations, memory loss, psychology, and even Alzheimer’s disease.

“Thanks Twilight, I’ll bring these back down once I’m done.”

“No problem.”

I went back up stairs and sat on the bed and began reading about memory loss. I moved on from book to book, from what I could gather my memory loss is called “Amnesia”. I saw that some diagnosed claim to have seen mental flashes, blurs, or images that their peers confirmed to be their past or in a way linked to it. I can now say that I must have been born here in Equestria, but how? I’m an Atevian… Right?