Dew dropped grass that could barely get one own hooves' would not even get the littlest bit damp. For as long as this stranger has wandered this fresh unexplored world, there would be no tracks to signify this pony was actually there. The flora around this unclaimed realm seemed to be every kind of flower that has existed and seemingly those has yet to exist. The sky was permanently set at the darkest of nights yet everything in the universe was opened up to this particular pony. The sky was swirling and colliding with new worlds giving this pony sights that he believe no other pony has ever had the privilege of seeing, yet even he knew that he will never truly be able to see all that this sky had to offer. Even though this was a paradise unlike any other, this particular pony felt anything but joy to be in this situation. He felt truly unsettled of this place. What truly unsettled him was that he was completely and utterly alone, and yet still there was that sickening feeling that he was being watched. Every step he took in this immense and almost endless garden that sense that once started as a prickling tinge, swarmed to a sharpened knife digging into his fragile skull. His eyes went frantic as a sense of fear started to look in for that glimpse of a shadow, that outline that will give him that satisfaction that he isn't alone. Alas there was nothing truly to be seen. And for the first time in a long time he started to cry. He wailed for something he truly never knew he needed before, he cried for company. He did not wish to be alone anymore, trapped in this forgotten realm.

"Why do you cry? Isn't this what you wanted?" It was a voice that was seemingly genderless and was as soft as a babies coo, it was a voice coming from the empty nothingness behind him. Then as suddenly as the voice broke into this prison, a creature appeared right in front of him. This thing appeared before this intruder of the realm as swiftly as a breeze can break a summer heat. The creature was far larger that this pony, far larger than any pony seemingly known to pony-kind. It towered over him like a mythical giant from fables. A hide made from only the purist of opals, only to be faded out my the swarming almost buzzing life of the shadows as it wraps comfortably around this creature as a form of clothing. Eyes were of an empty black void with only one tiny speck of shimmering white to give life in it s' eyes. A mane made of the early morning clouds that gently floats down into a heavy fog. A lion's tail at the end of this great beast that is waving around like a pendulum. Last were the two bone white horns that made a well-formed crown upon its' head.

"What…what is this place? I never asked for this! What makes you think I wanted…this?" The pony whom was once trembling like a foal had quickly found its voice and was voicing it to show aggression to his visitor. This thing in return just stared at him like a foolish young colt filled with innocence and a young mind, rather than his actual adult form.

"But I only gave you back your dreams. And no longer will you forget. Be happy for I have given you what you always wanted. I gave you your dreams."

(I hope you readers enjoy my little tale. As for now I wish to ask for a little assistance with my story. I am trying to figure out a proper name for my main character. I would like you honest opinion if the name Replete fits for our lost little pony, or if this name truly does not fit the MLP universe. Please comment one what you think, and tell me what you think of the story so far.)