Correction, I've never written this much this fast.
I think quality may have gone down just a tad bit for the speaking parts.

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Swirling darkness surrounded the mare, Summer Glade floated in the void. No matter where she looked, she saw nothing, no snippet of information was to be had. Deafening silence permeated the nothingness of this place, not even the sound of her heart was there to keep time. Glade had never been in such a situation, and panicked. She tried to move, run, fly, escape from whatever nightmare of solitude held her.

“Greetings, mortal.” Her gaze shot around, trying to find the source of the voice, so comforting and maternal, yet frightening, a paradox unto itself. “Ah, yes, how rude of me.” The dark turned to white, then gray, landscapes materialized around Glade. A multitude of roses bloomed all around, all except for a small circle directly in front of Glade. Another pony faded into existence inside the clearing. The new mare's coat was white, her mane black as night, her Cutie Mark was of the sun and two crescent moons.

“So, you are Summer Glade, I take it?” Glade nodded, speechless, scared beyond belief. “Please, child, don't be afraid, I have no desire to harm you.” Whoever this pony was, her voice commanded all the authority of Princess Celestia, and Glade was thinking clearly as soon as the unknown mare had given the order.

“What's happening? Am I alright? Am I dead? Please answer me.” Glade voice wavered, she remembered her injury, sickness, and the pain that followed, to her, death seemed likely.

“You, dear child, are dreaming, you'll wake up soon, with your Princesses by your side.” The maternal pony hadn't skipped a beat, so sure of what was happening, so calm and collected. “Child, when I said soon, I truly meant it, you're about to awaken. Take heart, we'll meet again in the near future.” The world began to fade out, whatever hold Glade had to it loosening. The unknown mare smiled and spoke one last time.

“Give Reman my regards, would you?”

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A breeze rolled along the small hills of County Kvatch. Reman judged it was early fall by color of the main yard's oak. He heard someone swear loudly, the voice identical to his, it was his brother, Uriel. Reman's twin had just dropped a large chunk of ore onto his foot. That was only time Reman ever recalled Uriel dropping anything, certainly unique, which placed this memory in 4E 197, four years ago. The last year he spent in Cyrodiil, and if this was the day he was thinking of, his last few hours as a true Imperial.

The sun was just about to set. Reman dropped from the stable roof, not of his will, he had no control of this dream. The afternoon's events flowed by the Imperial like a well rehearsed play. His mind seemed intent on torturing him with fond memories of his childhood lately, this entire week's dreams were under that theme. Each and every mundane task and chore building up to their crescendo: having to walk Lynette back home.

“I enjoyed our time together, Reman.” The Breton maiden's voice floated through the air like the finest of Khajiit silks. The girl had once held his heart, she may still hold it, the man could no longer tell, emotions muddled by years of lethal threats the Imperial had faced in his travels.

“I as well.” Reman had never been very smooth when it came to women.

“What do you think of the sunset? Beautiful, yes?” The Breton smiled at the Imperial, the accent of her native High Rock coloring her words.

“I'd much rather gaze at the beauty on my arm.” Reman prepared to hear the old work of Imperial poetry he'd recited this night. The specific poem was written by his ancestor to a lover, they stopped seeing one another shortly after its publication, for outside reasons.

The couple had stopped walking, choosing to focus on one another, instead. They moved close, Lynette pressing herself against her favorite Imperial. The Breton maiden wrapped her arms around Reman's neck, who wrapped his around her waist. They moved their faces closer, lips nearly touching.

An unholy roar pierced the cool, moist, night air. It originated from just a stone's throw down the road, the direction of the Jemane residence. A loud booming came quickly, no doubt Gaston Jemane attacking whichever of Nirn's oddities that dared threaten. Lynette's father had been a battlemage with the Legion in his youth, and Gaston still held that power. A pained yell sent a chill down the spines of the young couple.

A woman's scream followed soon after.

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Reman woke up first, no longer in his cell, but in a slightly cool hospital room. Windowless, every wall but one painted stark white, the exception being the green one to his right. The drab room was thankfully without the buzzing overhead lights. In fact, his eyes didn't cause him pain when he opened them this time. He was pleasantly surprised to see Luna had listened to him, placing him in a room where dim, yellowish lights dotted the walls, creating a pleasant level of illumination.

“Try not to move, sir, you're still not well enough.” Sir? Since when was he a 'sir'? Reman shifted his eyes to his left and saw just who it was that was next to him. It was a healer of some sort, a symbol resembling a snake wrapped around a staff adorned his flank. Reman tried to lift one of his arms, only to be stopped by the healer. “Sir, please don't do that, you're going to tear your stitches.”

Just how banged up was he? Reman knew transforming back into his human shape healed the majority of an injury, but to be restricted to a bed was almost unfamiliar to him. He felt fine, almost too fine after that fight, he wondered how far along their healing magic was to have relieved him of pain. He stopped his thoughts, a curtain out of his field of vision rustled, a voice drifted into his ears.

“Miss Glade, so glad to see you're in fine shape.” Princess Celestia, if he could hear her, that meant Summer Glade was in this room as well, Reman was surprised to hear the Princess using a title, she seemed so informal.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, I’m glad to be this well off, I must have hurt myself rolling around when I had that fever.” The voice indicated Glade was exhausted, she'd have to get used to restless nights. “If it's not out of line, what became of the beast from the Festival?” Reman guessed that Glade was referring to him. He realized Glade had a very hoarse voice, probably from the shrieking, and a bit timid perhaps, maybe it was because she was speaking to royalty.

“I’d rather that issue be addressed when you are fit to hear it, Miss Glade.” That was Luna, Reman knew she wasn't very formal, but was still using a title for the injured mare.

“I understand Your Majesty. Please, don't let me keep you held up, I’m certain you two are very busy at the moment.” Glade's voice had a strange quality, almost fearful of something.

“Nonsense, you are our top priority right now, but we do need to go. We'll be a few steps to your left.” Celestia said to the bed stricken mare.

“I don't understand, are we with the others injured at the Festival, Your Majesty?”

“Not quite, you're sharing a room with somepony you don't know, think of it as a chance to make a new friend, he's nice enough.” It would appear as though Luna and Celestia took turns answering questions. A curtain rustled again, the green wall to his hadn't been a wall to begin, just a flat, cloth divider. “We'll be sure you get the quiet you need, you won't be able to hear us out side this closed space. Don't worry, we'll be able to hear if you need anything.”

“We'll open this up soon enough, until then, Miss Glade, I suggest you get some rest, I think we could all use a nap.” The cloth settled back into it resting position. Reman's field of vision was quickly occupied by the two Alicorn sisters. Celestia had the first words this time around.

“I trust you are alright as well?” The Princess of the Sun may have been genuinely concerned. She smiled when the Imperial gave an affirmative nod. “That's good to hear.”

“Yes, the doctors say you'll be up and about in a few days. Then again, they said the same about Glade before she... you know.”

“So the little mare is changed back, that's good news for once.” Reman's stomach decided that now was an exellent time to remind him that he hadn't eaten in over a day. The Night Princess giggled.

“It looks like someone needs a nice meal. Do you think you can move?” Luna seemed to enjoy looking after him.

Hunger told his body to that he was, indeed, ready to run a marathon if it meant he'd get something to eat.