"Don't forget...some things must be forgotten. The shadow hunting me...I must hurry.

My name is Twilight Sparkle...Twilight in short, I live in Equestria at...at...Ponyville...

What have I done? This is crazy. Don't forget, don't forget. I must stop her...focus!

My name is...My name is...I am Twilight."

CHAPTER 1: MISSION AT HOOF

I slowly opened the heavy eyelids of mine. I could not tell where I was. Or who I am. Except the name giving my personality a trademark; Twilight Sparkle. I tried hard to regain consciousness and recall my last minutes before the darkness surrounded me. I knew for a fact I had fallen victim for something, and the heinous tingle in my gut told me it was far more advanced than such. I was laying on my side, with my right flank aimed up. My legs were positioned in an uncomfortable way as the ones above pressed their weight on the one's underneath. I rather felt, than saw, my sparkle cutie mark give a glim without a care. Even though I had lost my memory, there was no question I was indeed a pony. My purple-pink normally combed and bright mane was awfully ruffled; I was glad no one was there to look at my current self. It also appeared I had a saddle bag on my back. I don't know how it would come in handy, but something told me it ought, or else I wouldn't have it in the first place.

Period, I gave a shot to heft myself on my sore legs; they had shut down the nerves for quite a time from what I could tell of the feeling of moving them. Moments surpassed and tried to get my legs used to doing their thing. As I waited, my still half-lidded eyes scanned the room I was located in. But, I noticed it was not a room. It looked like halls of a castle, as seen from the brick walls and the medieval themed furniture. I knew somehow I was not present in said century. My eyebrows knotted together above my dazed eyes. I was greatly confused to the point I felt the aura and air in the place, raise to a gruntled degree of feeling mysterious.

I took my first step, then another. After a while I could tell there was a great distance between me and the spot I woke up on. My confusion had oddly enough shut down it's existence and all I could think of was the door a few metres ahead of me. I thought of if I should enter it. Eventually I did, without answering my thoughts or coming to a proper resolve.

I cared no more about the questions popping up in my head; Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here? They failed to take the upperhand, and pushing them down was probably the most sane thing to do right now. Door after door creaked as I gently opened them; not finding anything but tinderboxes I tried hard to carry with my unicorn magic, and realized I had on my way here. Hesitation had been irritating like ticks but I managed with all my force to let a pink glim surround the objects, proving the items were being carried. My lungs left a multitude of oxygen as I tried to focus. I was scared, but the determination fought it back deep inside me. I disregarded my heart that so badly wanted to leap out of my chest.

I opened another regular door, and noticed as the pattern displayed, that there was nothing special in this room either. Although the air felt odd, and I didn't know why. It felt heavier, as if there was a living soul floating in here. I firmly shook my head at the thought, because I never believed in ghosts, I think. I couldn't tell as of now. The only thing I could tell at the moment was my name, my home and that I at the present time suffered amnesia. I hope I would get cured in one way or another.

An item that looked out of the ordinary almost instantly the moment I opened the next door caught my attention. I approached it with my gleaming unicorn magic that lit up the area. I bent down my still, pounding head and gasped, but I don't know what I wanted to express with the gasp. All I could process in my brain was that it was a normal, lantern. I gently raised it up from the ground with my magic and shook it cautiously. No oil. Hah. Must be my mischance.

I figured the tool could come in handy in the future so I decided to put it along my goods in the saddle bag. Maybe I would be lucky and find some oil.

I let my eyes fall on a door that stood ajar. By now, I was not surprised. Was there a reason to be? I firmly trotted over to the door, tilted my head sideways and took a peek inside the crack. I was not surprised before, but now I definitely was. A lit candle stood on the desk in the room, letting the sparks wave in several directions, as well as a white note placed on the writing-spot. I could not deny that my curiosity grew madly. Whatever that was written, if it was a diary, if it was a letter, I did not care the slightest. I was sick of seeing tinderboxes everywhere I went and the constant darkness around me. I had to see something that made sense to feel I was not alone here. And who knows, maybe the note was for me.

I did not wait another second to rush over to the desk and read the note I found. The candlelight sparkled both in sound and action as it justified the light I could see with.

"19th of August, 2010

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.

Don't be afraid, Twilight. I can't tell you why, but know this, I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right.

God willing, the name Celestia of Canterlot still invokes bitter anger in you. If not, this will sound horrible.

Go to the Inner Sanctum. Find Celestia, and kill her. Currently her body is weak and powerless, and yours young and strong. She will be no match for you.

As for other important things I wish you to do to fulfill your forgotten will, is to put the Elements of Harmony accessories on your friends. Yours is safe in your saddle bag, but do not put it on until the time has come. The rest of the accessories are scattered roundabout the castle. I can't tell as of now how your friends are damaged, but you will see it soon enough. This mission will be harder than the murder deed, but trust me, the hidden wrath of yours will make it come off.

One last thing. A shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare - breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.

Reedem us both, Twilight, and your friends. Descend into the darkness where Celestia waits and murder her.

Your former self,

Twilight Sparkle"

I was stunned. There was no other way to explain my feeling. After letting it all sink in, I decided to trust my former self. I have no idea who these "friends" she speaks about, but I bet there will no good sight if I find them. I don't think there will be no other way to find them, damaged or not. Then I realized what the former me had written about accessories. I opened the cap of my saddlebag and eventually felt something chilly with my magic. I picked it up and admired the design. It was a crown of some short, with a huge golden star on the top. In the center it had a purple star and the sides were decorated with ocean blue crystals. I stared at it for a long time. I had a sudden urge to put it on my head to see if it fit, but then I remembered the words in the letter. I put it back in my saddlebag and let the note follow suit. Could not forget what I was supposed to do.

I came to the conclusion I should find the accessories first, though it also depends on what will occur behind the next door. And this shadow...what shadow? Of course a shadow hunted me, it was a proof I was a living being. I bet my head on though it was more to it than that. I prayed to everything, that whatever was the reason for disaster, it would be alright in the end. I completely ignored that I was quivering with every pore of my body signaling I was terrified. I was no filly anymore. I had to fight back my emotions and have a poker face for whatever danger that might face me in the gloom, both meant for the atmosphere and my mood.

I inhaled a great amount of air before pulling the handle with my magic.

I knew this was going to be the worst experience in my life.

If I failed with everything, this fear would maybe even remain.

The door made a creaking sound as it slowly opened.

The nightmare has begun.

A/N: Tell me what you think? Should I continue? I don't care, I will anyway! :P