Twilight had been missing for months now. Who took her? What happened? Why is she in such a condition? She doesn't know, or at least won't say so. In fact she will not say anything ever again.

With Twilight back and recovering everypony is content to leave what happened to her in the past. While she tries to return to normal life, she quickly discovers that a lot has changed and that some things will never be the same.

(This is more of a happy story of recovery where the main problem is Twilight recovering from her numerous problems with the help of others, not about hunting down those who took her. Also, this story begins dark but isn't really dark, it's almost hurt/comfort... maybe?)

(This was my first story ever, it was written months ago and was never really meant to be published. I uploaded it upon a friend's request but my description is kind of rushed, if anyone who reads it could give a better description in the comments it would be appriciated.)

Update: This has become a rough draft of sorts, as I now intend to improve it before moving on to the next "story" in this universe.