Prolouge  - A Dream

One last time...

Open your eyes,tell me you love me...

Goodbye...

I love you..

How could I do this!?

Let's do this..The dance of eternity..

Open your eyes..

She's taking me to my home..

Finally broke free...

OPEN YOUR EYES!

~*~

Twilight screamed as she fell out of the wooden bed and onto the cold floor. She blinked in a frantic state,looking everywhere in her bedroom in the Ponyville Library. She sighed,Another dream.

The purple unicorn got up to her feet and turned on a lantern.She yawned as she was getting some water for her dry throat,relazing she was probably screaming.Good thing her assistance, the baby dragon Spike was out with the Cutie Mark Crusaders to not hear her night terrors again. She looked outside the window, looking out at the dark covered clouded skies of Ponyville,it being the early morning. She rubbed her violet eyes with her hooves, and looked at herself in a small mirror on her table.Her dark blue,purple, and pink mane was unbrushed and messy, her lavender coat covering her right eye.The strange dreams were really getting to her.

Each night, it would be the same thing. Voices from unknown ponies, cries of terror,perfect to blurry images of those saidponies, and finally an image of what looked like a house.What did these voices say?What was the house?What did the full 'scenes' mean?

Twilight began to ponder, what could she do?She searched and searched, but did not find a spell that would provide her with the full meaning of her dreams. Only bits and pieces of her dreams were defined, nothing was conclusive.

With what little information she had, Twilight came to the conclusion that each dream had a completely different meaning, but she knew there was something bigger to her dreams.

She decided to go tomorrow and talk to Princess Luna back at Canterlot to ask her about these dreams. Maybe she could help her figure out what they could be foretelling.

The pony sighed and curled back into her bed,snuggling in the covers.As she drifted back to sleep,hoping this time her dreams were pleasant or to not even dream at all, a thought echoed in her subconcious.

"They feel like scenes from a memory."