Prologue:?
>You are Anonymous.
>Being 17 means absolutely nothing to you, other then serving as a painful reminder of the 17 solitary and quiet years that you had lived alone.
>You were unable to commit to any relationships because of your fear, of both the unknown and the pain that almost all love had ever led you to.
>Instead of changing your course on the road of life, you pulled yourself away from it, shutting out everything and everyone, including your own feelings.
>This decision opened new questions for you to ponder endlessly.
>What is your purpose in this life?
?>You realize that helping yourself did not help to fill the void that consumed you from within.
>The only time you ever feel alive and useful is when you help you friends and family, with their problems.
>Your growing compassion and sympathy for others was constantly questioned by your bros.
>You ignore them of course, an action that you are perfectly familiar with.
>Hell, you ignore your own self all the time, rejecting any form of attachment or feelings that you ever feel.
>None of this matters to you.
>In your mind, you are doing the one thing that really matters in the world.
>Long ago you realized that this is a dark place you live in, and so you now strive to make it brighter before you leave it.
>You  feel a sense of purpose, a belonging that you always yearn for.
>Yet even you feel the darkness of the world pull at you, taking it’s toll as you began to feel emptiness creep into you.
 
 
6:00 am
 
>A cell phone sitting on a bed glows to life, blaring an alarm.
>Weary eyes slowly part, and you push off with your arms to come to a sitting position.
>You take in the darkness of your surroundings, though the repetition of your morning routine helps you to place where everything is.
>Sliding your legs off the side of the bed, you walk over to the window shades.
>Regardless of how many times you do this, it still hurts.
>You slide the shades apart, the early morning light flares into your vision, blinding you.
>The pain subsides, your eyes greeted now by the pleasant sight of a silvery cloudless sky marked only by the rising sun in the distance.
>What a sight.
>You turn away smiling, walking trance-like over to your closet.
>Opening the sliding door, you ponder your choices.
>You grab your silky Calvin Klein shirt, sliding it over your torso.
>Then, you reach for some simple black cargo shorts.
>Slip in to some black nike socks.
>To complete your classy ensemble, you lastly pull on your favorite N7 jacket.
>It was black, with grey accents, and a single red stripe running between two white ones down the right arm.
>Sitting firmly on the side of your chest was the white N7 logo.
>It was fairly inconspicuous, but the jacket proudly announced your love for Mass Effect.
>Moving along your schedule, you make your way over and began to wash your face, then you brush your teeth.
>All fresh and clean.
>You walk down your stairs, and stop at the bottom to put on your shoes.
>Old Fallen skate shoes, surprisingly in good condition.
>Those days were far behind you.
>You tuck the laces underneath, and open the front door.
>The cold morning temperature of 67 degrees hits you.
>You step out, walk to the sidewalk, and begin your run.
>Your body begins to warm up as your pace quickens, the sun gracing your face with a that feeling you love.
>You push yourself, moving faster still, yet your muscles feel no burn.
>Why are you apprehensive to use up your energy?
>You turn at the bottom of the street, and see the intersection 50 feet ahead of you.
>A girl had her head buried in her hands, tears seeping through the cracks.
>In her distraught state, she was unable to see the incoming traffic.
>You have no clue who she is, or what she’s doing, but you make the biggest and easiest decision of your young life.
>You close your eyes to focus your mind on the task at hand.
>Picturing each muscle, tendon and joint in your body, you began to will them into motion with perfect cohesion, something you have never preformed in your entire life.
>Your body sprung into motion.
>Never have you sprinted with such intensity.
>Every fiber of your being flames, screaming in protest of your speed.
>You dare not stop, you instead ignore your muscles complaints.
>You close the 50 foot gap to the intersection in milliseconds, your right foot now lands on the black pavement of the street’s edge.
>The girl turns, the loud thumps of your footfalls catching her attention.
>Wind blows across her face, pushing her hair away to reveal a beautiful face covered in tears.
>Despite her condition, she smiles at you.
>Then she sees the cars, the roar of engines not slowing down causing her to close her eyes, knowing her fate.
>You see this too, and refuse to let this happen.
>With all of your might, you launch yourself at her, stretching your arms out and push her to the safety of the adjacent sidewalk.
>Your leap leaves you falling short of the sidewalk yourself.
>You remain in the street, suspended as you turn to face headlights.
>Your mind begins to race, reaching out to all of the corners of your existence.
>You think of your family, how they love you so.
>They give you nothing but the best.
>You send them goodbyes, now spiriting to your friends.
>You walk up to each of them and preform your traditional handshake, better then any spoken goodbye could ever be.
>Mind and body became one once more, and with a rush you are back in the present.
>You look forward to see the girl, kneeling on the concrete with her arms now outstretched to you, crying out and desperately trying to pull you to her.
>You smile at her effort, and close your eyes to accept your end.
>Death’s embrace was not sudden.
>You feel no impact.
>Only emptiness fills you as your body lands in the center of the intersection, the cars swerving out of control.
>You look up to see the sun high above, splitting the graceful silver of the morning sky with awe-inspiring orange and red, an unforgettable sight.
>Blackness creeps at the corners of your eyes.
>Slowly, it blinds you.
>Your body shifts with breath no more.
>You are lost from the world.
 
Day 1
Unknown Location.
 
?>”Hello?”
?>A voice?
>Strange, you thought, considering you are dead.
>You dismiss this, thinking of it only as a reverberation of thought from your heap of a body that you no longer have custody of.
>”Is anyp0ny in there?”
>...
>That is definitely not something you can imagine.
>The voice is female, but unrecognizable.
>It sounds powerful and full of compassion.
>You also catch a hint of power, like the voice demands authority.
>You know it is going to be a futile attempt, but you try to open your eyes.
>Surprisingly enough, they move in reply, but darkness still fills your vision.
>Yup.
>You are dead.
>Wait.
>The darkness begins to take shape, light behind it silhouettes the figure in front of your face.
>You now see color as it swirls into your sight, blue, green, purple and pink takes the form of hair, which is falling to rest on your chest.
>You follow the hair up, vision now clear, and see that it is connected to a head.
>You aren’t half as surprised to see a crown sitting atop the flowing hair as you are to see a long horn protrude from the figure’s forehead.
>All shock melts away as you begin to see the figure’s face.
>It’s eyes are endless pools of purple that feel as though they could peer into your soul.
>Lastly your sight is graced by a truly genuine smile, completing the once empty space in front of you.
>Feebly, you speak.
“Who are you?”?
>”I am Princess Celestia. Who, might I ask, are you?”