- >>You writhe
 - >>It doesn't feel like you did when you fell asleep
 - >>This alarms you
 - >>Your head thrashes to the right
 - >>You audibly groan
 - >>Your head thrashes to the left
 - >>Your friends; where were they?
 - >>There was something over you
 - >>But it was loose, warm
 - >>Your pain had not left you
 - >>But you had a wider range of motion
 - >>Confusion becomes you
 - >>The last awake moment you were suffering heavily and knew exactly where you were
 - >>Your ignorance to your new locale caused great distress
 - >>Your eyes could not open
 - >>You clenched your teeth
 - >>And audibly protested
 - Let me out!
 - >>You demand
 - I still have things to do!
 - I'll kill em'!
 - >>A hoof comes down on your shoulder
 - >>“Shhh...!”
 - >>But you don't calm down
 - >>In fact, it just encourages you to buck harder
 - >>You force yourself up into a sitting position
 - >>Whatever it is, it leaps up over you and pushes you back down with plenty of force
 - >>“Calm yourself, Anonymous!”
 - >>The voice was female, and it must have been a pony
 - >>“You must not make such a fuss!”
 - >>“Your wounds are wide, fresh, but dressed.”
 - >>“They can ill afford so much stress!”
 - >>You fall silent, your chest still heaving
 - >>You set your head back against what you can only assume must be a pillow
 - >>You still can't see anything
 - >>But you submit
 - >>She seems legit enough
 - >>The feeling of rough hooves lifts from your shoulders, and you can feel the body step over you
 - Who are you?
 - >>She is silent for a moment, working on arcane works which you cannot see
 - >>But she eventually responds to you
 - >>“Allow me to put your inquisitive mind at ease”
 - >>“I name is Zecora, if you'd please”
 - >>You cross an arm over your chest, still uncomfortable about this whole thing
 - >>You move your hand over your body
 - >>The bolt that was once nestled tightly in your body is gone
 - >>It took you until now to realize that
 - Where am I?
 - >>She is much quicker to sate your thirst for knowledge, this time
 - >>“When I found you, passed out and asleep”
 - >>“I was careful not to make a peep”
 - >>“You looked so helpless, huddled in the brush”
 - >>“I knew that you were in quite a rush”
 - >>“Your blood and toil told a tale”
 - >>“Of a quest that you must not fail”
 - >>“Higher powers guide your fate”
 - >>“Their heavenly will aware of your hate”
 - >>“And so I brought you back to a place of sanctuary”
 - >>“So you could recover without fear of an obituary”
 - >>“So now, Anonymous, rest your fears”
 - >>“My medicine works better once your head clears”
 - >>“I know far more than you will ever guess”
 - >>“For you, the most important thing is rest.”
 - >>You find yourself slipping away from reality as you listen to the soft rhymes of your savior
 - >>Your mind addles
 - >>You slip into something of a trance
 - Uhhh...
 - >>You groan
 - >>Your muscles relax against your better judgment
 - >>A wooden ladle is forced over your lips
 - >>A soothing herbal liquid sees you off on a journey into the land of dreams
 - >>You stand out in front of the cottage
 - >>Your new Zebra friend told you that five hours have passed
 - >>Looking up to the waning evening sky, you calculate that it is almost Luna's hour
 - >>A tight wrapping of cloth binds your torso
 - >>And your pain is all but gone
 - >>Apparently, the tribal shaman mixed a brew of an extremely potent pain killer that is making you feel about as indestructible as superman
 - >>You would question how in Equestria she was able to perform such an operation on human anatomy, but you decide against it
 - >>You breathe the fresh forest air before turning around to face her
 - Thank you.
 - >>She smiles at you, and kicks over a flint knife
 - >>You recognize it
 - >>It was yours, at one time
 - >>You were so desperate for food that wasn't a salad, you fashioned it and went hunting
 - >>You kneel over and pick it up, observing the serrated, jagged blade
 - >>“No thanks are necessary”
 - >>She responds
 - >>A brown hood flies over her head, and her eyes are replaced by glowing slits
 - >>Oh, shit! It's the Jawa!
 - >>“...Now get off my property”
 - >>She backs into her tree-shack and slams the door before you
 - >>You blink
 - >>Look down to the knife
 - >>Oh, dear.
 - >>She has an extremely good memory
 - >>You back away from her tree house before turning, and vanishing into the forest
 - >>You had a job to do