Heavy silver eyes lay upon me, but the moon kissed boy remains swathed in silence. Meanwhile, the black and white filly seems shocked, hurt, even, at my nonchalant greeting. I am rather out of tune with social niceties, but I cannot believe my skills had slipped this far. Was I not supposed to greet her? One ear cocks back in self-consciousness, feeling a rush of air in my head as though I might pass out.

This feeling is familiar, though my I cannot place a hoof on why. Unbeknownst to myself, I had spent a fair amount of time being embarrassed in front of the fairer sex. At least my former self would recognize me in this moment, just as awkward as ever.

Her scoff grows into words, a biting disdain and touch of anger buried into her tone. The name which slips out of her mouth directed at me. Toto? My head cocks curiously with my ears perking forward, my eyes peering forward through the clouds of my mind. Is that who I am? So, this filly really does know me. I suppose this would explain why she was annoyed, bordering on irate, that I had no memories of her. If only she knew how persuasive the darkness could be. How it persuaded one to abandon their memories, their thoughts, their lives.

Ros - my cousin. She offers her name, her association, but I still cannot place her. The familiarity still does not reach a moment of clarity. Then, something breaks through the cold embrace of my mental prison, crashing into my ears with a painful thud. Jiji. My heart strings pull, and the face of a tiny girl flashes before my eyes. Small, winged, black, gold. "Nuna," I say to myself, without meaning to whisper the name outloud. My sister.

I close my eyes for a second - my new, colored world was preventing me from thinking. The face flashes back, a white mane. A horn. Crimson eyes. Mother. The others have already begun rambling onward, yet I am miles away from their voices for a moment, face flooding my mind. Names, places, scents.

Then, my bronzes hooves squelch on something below. Surprised, I open my eyes to the tacky substance. It is a dark, congealed mess, faintly crimson. The scent is thick and heavy in my nostrils. The visions of my world, my family, immediate flee from the present. I stare down dumbly at the grass, splattered with the lifeblood of another. The soft, angelic feathers strew amidst them. I trace the pathway back toward the source.

A still, lifeless body on the ground. Why am I here?