>There's leaves beneath you >That rather minor detail is the only thing that's immediately obvious. Not the best way to wake up, really. Leaves are scratchy. Not something you'd normally sleep on. >But... Wait a minute, is it? >You can't seem to remember sleeping. Ever. You can remember the idea of sleeping, you can remember various styles of bed, but... not doing it yourself >Come to think about it, you can't even remember your name. >You put a hand downwards and push yourself into a sitting position. >It's humid. Uncomfortably so. You briefly wonder what the hell possessed you to put on a fucking suit in this weather. >"All my years of work, finally come to a conclusion! That is... if you are not mere illusion." >Holy shit >No fucking way >That's—that's Zecora's voice >You turn your head to face the noise, and can barely believe your eyes. The Zebra stands looking at you. She's a lot... greyed, than you remembered from the show. >(Genre Savvy) Her eyes also have a wide, almost desperate quality to them. >You realize that she was asking you a question
"No, not an illusion." >"Then I have succeeded! You, my friend, are what we have needed."
"Uh... what did you need?" >"One who could free us from the grasp of his fist. I humbly swear, I will do my best to assist." >Ok. This is... strange."
"I'm not following." >"Do you truly not know? Or is this merely a show?"
"Nope. I'm completely lost." >"Hm. Do you at least know of him? Tirek, who has turned Equestria dim?" >Didn't... >Wait, but he got his ass kicked.