My Little Pony: Reconnect

1.0

The ringing in her ear and the searing, white vision persisted. She didn’t know how long she had been like this and part of her didn’t want to accept it. For hundreds of years she had been in a white abyss. She was sad, alone and unfeeling. What was worse was that she didn’t even remember why she had been sent there. All she could remember was bits and pieces of the life before it and that she didn’t belong in the prison.

She was under the impression that she was dead, but some part of her believed she wasn’t. Death couldn’t be this sad and this meaningless. It was blank and white and miserable. She wanted to cry but didn’t remember how to. She cried a lot when she “died” but not anymore, now she was lonely. She, for a while, tried to reason with her situation, what it meant, but had given up on that too. It just made no sense. What sort of magic would turn a pony’s mind in such a cruel way? She had come to terms with it and accepted her deteriorating mind.

The worst part was when she stopped remembering what things sounded like. After hearing that ringing for years, it overtook her. Whenever she could remember the face of one she loved all she heard was ringing leave their lips. She wondered how long it would be before their faces become blank and she lost herself entirely.

She was trapped on a vast, featureless plane. She had spent eons running as much as she could to hopefully reach the end of the world, but that hope had long been shattered. She had considered killing herself but was unable to inflict damage on herself, she could feel pain, but could never maim herself. After a few years of trying to constantly end her own life, she figured out it wasn’t possible.

Her only comfort was that she could still feel herself. She felt her body against itself. Many times she would jab herself in the ribs, just to make sure she was still alive, so to speak.

A hallucination passed in front of her. Not quite everything was right with her. Her lips moved yet, no words were heard.

“Sister, stop playing around,” said the silent pony.

It was one of her favourite things to say. She would sometimes imagine that she was back in Canterlot with Celestia and that she just casted a playful spell on her and would soon lift this maddening curse.

‘Thou hast not found me yet,’ replied the silent face in her mind.

Often, she saw and heard things that weren’t entirely there. Her madness had compounded, leaving a torn psyche, flayed by time. Day after day or the torturous prison did things to a pony.

Luna jumped in delight and giggled as she scurried across the scape. Upon arriving where she saw the face, her heart dropped an eternity. The face was merely blank, whiteness. She had thought blank whiteness was her sister’s face. She stared blankly as she had for years now, at the most destroying space of white she ever witnessed. She attempted to remember what her face looked like and could see nothing but the white void. As her soul tore it self in two and the urge to break down set in, she tried desperately hardest to remember one detail of her sister’s face. As she began to sort through every memory she could only see blankness in her mind. She felt a tear well up in her eye. The cataclysmic desolation was hitting its climax as Luna finally resorted to her most cherished memory of her and Celestia.

She was exploring the castle grounds as a young filly with Celestia while their parents were away. Usually they were surrounded by guards or their parents and seldom had any time to themselves. Luna and Celestia resented this but this time they managed to sneak out and get to the grounds undetected. Luna was excited to see the animals and woodland creatures she heard about. She had never gotten close to one because the guards always seemed to scare them away.

“Tia, pray tell, what hast thou stumbled upon?” Luna whispered quietly eyeing a butterfly.

“Oh Luna tis but a butterfly,” her sister replied

“Is it dangerous?”

“In not the slightest,” Celestia said, nudging her closer.

Luna carefully inched her way towards a butterfly on a blue flower, sneaking quite ably towards it. Luna’s eyes grew wide as she saw the beautiful colours on the butterfly’s wings. She had never seen anything quite like it so closely before. Its delicate wings and insect features were enthralling. She looked back at Celestia who was sniffing a flower and watching a bird serenely a few feet away. Luna looked back and the butterfly was now looking straight at her. Terrified, Luna stared back at it too afraid to move.

“… Tia…” she said nervously. Her sister was too far away to hear her.

Suddenly the butterfly launched itself directly at her. Luna screamed.

“Oh my, no! Tia save me!” as she ran back towards her sister.

Celestia embraced her sister.

“What is it dearest?”

Luna tearfully latched onto Celestia and pointed back at the butterfly. Celestia held her hoof out and, gracefully, the butterfly landed on it. Celestia nuzzled Luna’s tears away and held the butterfly up to Luna’s nose. Luna looked up at Celestia whose horn lit with magic. In front of her eyes, the butterfly shone brighter than fire and the wings became a dazzling array of colour. It lit up Luna’s already bright face. She reveled in this moment.

Luna clearly recalled what had happened that night but could not remember what her sister or the butterfly looked like. She tried as hard as she could to remember but as the crushing realization set in her mind, she began to cry, a long and silent cry. She felt the tears fall down her face and began to wonder if she’d lose that feeling too. This would be her eternal prison, a white, ringing prison devoid of love and compassion. This only doubled her misery.

Sometime later she got up and began to walk her long, featureless plane, blind and deaf.

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