From Nothing

My name is Free Fall and for as long as I can remember I've been falling, not knowing why or how to permanently stop it.

Although it was an interesting way to see the sights it was not the way to live your life. Initially when it had started I had fallen for days before by luck I found out the one thing that seemed to be able to stop me from starting another fall.

Of course when I talk about falling I speak of Time Travel, but not the kind of time Travel that involves a Blue box or a magical scroll, no this kind of sick time travel was the kind that was unexplained and would take me to anywhere and everywhere in the world, deposit me for a few minutes and then jet me away again to some other time.

So as I was saying, when I'd started I simply remembered the flashes and the feeling of falling of of something and suddenly I was sitting on a slab of concrete, large towering structures of golden glass all around me with the sun making them so bright it was a wonder I hadn't been blinded.

I didn't enjoy them for long though as in a much brighter flash of light I fell. I went through fields, huts, nicer huts, destroyed huts, a few volcanos, the sea and a few other tricky places before finally I landed in some kind of castle, with glorious towering walls and rugs and carpets so lusciously woven only a God could have made them.

I was starving at the time so I had taken the opportunity to race around looking for food, knowing I had a maximum of maybe two minutes before I was in a cave of some other hellish place.

I found some in the room adjacent ti the hallway I had landed in with no pony around me to bother about me. I had not found many ponies up to that point on my travels but I wasn't really sure what to think about them, knowing that they were ponies but not knowing what to do around them.

Anyway there was a dining room, as grand as the other places and with lot's of silverware filled with the remnants of some meal. I had immediately sat down and grabbed a plate, stuffing my face with the delicious meal like some pig, grabbing a nearby jug and drinking from that until my raspy throat was quenched.

By now I had closed my eyes and prepared to disappear once more, I didn't think of how sad it was that I was leaving, simply how sad it was that I would always have to leave, seeing no solution to this situation.

After maybe five minutes though I'd opened my eyes and was still here. I'd timed it and everything and usually I stayed in one place for a minute, two minutes at the most maximum but right now this was way over the mark.

"Has it…Has it stopped" I thought in joy, standing up from the plates. To my dismay a flash occurred as I did along with that falling sensation and once more I was in some ocean, no pony around for miles with the moonlight high over my head.

"I was, I was actually there longer" I thought, considering it had been longer than five minutes. Over the next few times I fell, had the situation been suitable I began to think about it.

I put the option that it was a one off forward but for some reason I couldn't except that and began thinking about the differences to my surroundings and what I did.

I had thought that maybe it was something I'd ate but then I'd thought about how it had stopped when I'd risen from the table, when I'd let go of the silver plates I'd been holding and turned to celebrate I had only then vanished again.

I had a few other theories but I stuck with this one for the next few weeks as I continued to fall, getting very little sleep and getting very little sustenance at all I felt like some kind of prisoner.

What was worse was the fact I met several ponies along the way. Talked to them, most of them seemed to want to help me, seeing that I was in some state, right after I popped into their existence.

Some didn't speak my language, whatever language it was and others didn't even speak, communicating with their hooves or through stage clicking of their tongues.

It was a new experience every time, but I never got to enjoy wherever I was until finally luck hit me and I fell into some kind of antique store, a place with old furniture, quilts and of course silverware.

I immediately shook off the pain in my flank from having landed on an old cupboard and lunged for the silver, taking a silver candlestick in my hoof victoriously and waiting to see if I popped out of existence and back into the endless, crazy nightmare that I was in.

To my joy of course I no longer fell and so although I was victorious at this time I became very afraid, breaking out of that store with my silver candle stick clutched tight to my chest and with the rain falling hard against my head.

Time moved on however and I did not, I however moved with the times, learned I was Unicorn and had some ironic falling star for a Cutie mark, I found out my mane was a chestnut brown to blend well with my my forest green fur. I found out that I was young and that I spoke Equestrian, also being in the country of Equestria.

Times began to get better as I met ponies, friends who helped me, ponies who taught me to do things, like farm or to cast silver hoof bands in forges. Ponies who in time I grew to love and such.

However I was too lose it all, again and again as no matter how hard I tried, my silver would always escape me.

I clung to silver like nothing else, it was after all my anchor to this world and without it I would go back to the hell I had experienced for the weeks when I could remember, living like a dog, confused and without friends or a life.

The first time was simple, I had been tackled at the market by one of my friends Dandelion who I'd known for years and bam, the silver slipped off and before I knew it a flash of bright light and I was away, no longer connected to the world I had begun to love.

I had cried for days after that as I flitted between land, sea and mountain. Weeks went by and I resumed living as I had done all this years ago. I cried for my friends, they would probably never see me again unless I found more silver and happened to land back with them.

Time went by and this time it took longer to get lucky but when I did I was struck by a new world, much like mine but more advanced. I was taken in to something called a "Mental Institution" where

I was asked questions about things I didn't understand by ponies I didn't know.

I didn't stay long as they removed me from the silver watch I had taken from somepony and then I was back in the cycle again and again until I came to an age that seemed like the first but with differences.

I had found more silver but this time intended to stay permanently, finding a smelter I melted silver down and after careful and well thought out timing I poured the tiniest amount into my right fore-hoof.

Agony was of course the thing I discovered but it was done and so I would no longer need to wear non-permanent pieces of jewellery that could be taken or knocked off.

However as I began to build my life again I discovered that silver poisoning was actually a thing and that I was as the town medic described it "Unusually sensitive" to it and that I would have to find a way to remove my silver, or slowly my life would degrade until I likely died.

Removing silver from your flesh isn't easy and boy it was painful but luckily a very talented magician had aided me in it and then I was gone, back spinning in the endless void of depression that "The Fall" as I officially called it was, now with a scarred hoof.

So I stuck to silver that could be worn and made sure it was always a small quantity. Time past, I met new faces, met love and lost love. Had friends and lost friends. Tried to solve my problems and failed to solve my problems. Became filthy rich and became Poor and destitute. Learned a lot of things and forgot a lot of things. Fought in winning war and fought in losing wars. Gave a lot and took a lot.

At the end of it all I was beginning to forgot how old I really was, forgot what the point of it all was until she came into my life and brought me back, right before she broke my heart and tried to kill me.