Title: Rotwhite chapter 1 Author: Leiffer Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/tjxPL348 First Edit: Monday 15th of December 2014 09:51:28 AM CDT Last Edit: Monday 15th of December 2014 09:51:28 AM CDT >A bright sky and the sun beaming into your eyes, making you close them instantly >That is the first thing you’re aware as you wake up >...but from where? Where the hell are you? >You sit up and look around >You’re on a field that’s covered with forest on all it’s sides >...What the hell? This is not... >You try to crack your brain to remember what you were doing, but you can’t remember why you are lying here >Your hoof hits something leathery and you glance at it >it’s a filtration mask >You lift it up and take a closer look at it >the glass covering the left eye opening is cracked and the filter has come loose, this mask is pretty much busted >But why would this be here? This is used when venturing into forests and areas that is heavy with rot based spores >You lift your white plume moth mothpony self up from the ground and then instantly notice something else, apart of how sore your hooves feel >a withered up flower that you recognize instantly >”Oh you’ve got to be kidding me...” >You know exactly what this flower was >an Amnesia Blossom >You let out a little laugh as you collapse onto your back on the ground >That explains your confusion >For some reason, you came across a very rare species of flora and got sprayed by its pollen which has the nasty side effect of making you forget everything that happened >You get back up again and look around again, finding nothing of help >The range of the amnesia differs from 2 days to a few months depending on how much of the pollen a pony has breathed in, and there’s no way to get those memories back >You really feel like you need a drink now >What’s the last thing you can remember... *** >Ugh, your head is killing you >you stumble a bit and the two ponies accompanying you pause and look at you >the other one just turns his head and keeps walking, and the other lets out a laugh “So you feel as horrible as you look?” >You glare at the guard >”Shut up...” >The guard chuckles as you keep collecting yourself >Long story short, you’re hung over and instead of lying in your bed with another bottle of the good stuff you were woken up from a nice coma by two guards of the village, telling you the elder summoned you >Whatever that old moth wants with you is beyond you >especially with your body being what it is... >You pass another painting on the wall of this long corridor to the elder’s office >You smirk a little how all these paintings of the old coot with the sand colored coat have noticeably more mane and less wrinkles than the pony has in nature >The guards stop before the big door to the elder’s office and knock on it, and soon the weary voice of an older pony tells them they can come in >You grumble and cradle your head as the doors ope- >sunlight assaults your eyes and you instantly shut your eyes and curse loudly, and then you stumble and fall >You can hear the elder sighing and the blinds falling down to block the painful brightness “You two can leave” >the guards excuse themselves and leave you alone with the elder as you get up and dust yourself off “I see you’re still wasting your life away as usual Snow?” >You lean against the wall while the elder sits in his chair and looks at you >”How I waste my sad existence is none of the elders business. Now is this just an intervention or did you have something to say?” >The elder furrows his brows at you “You’re going to go back out in the field” >You just snort >”Yeah, no“ >The elder glares at you “You might be a sad useless case, but you are still my son-in-law. And this is not up for debate” >You interrupt the elder >”Ex-son-in-law” >The elder sighs “You’ve been causing enough trouble as it is, it’s time for you to pay back, no matter how sad and sorry you might feel. My patience has run thin, and I am low on men.” >You just turn around and start walking out of his office, but the two guards stop you on your tracks >Before you can yell insults at them the elder yells out something to you “You either work, or get locked up for all the disorderly acts you’ve pulled lately! Your call!” *** >And that’s where your memories end >That explains why you’re out somewhere, you must have been out on a job >but other than that you have no idea where you are and why >Great, you really can’t figure out how many days you’ve lost, but taking all into consideration you suspect it’s not just 2 to 3 days you’re missing >Well, might as well start flying around and catch your bearings >You give your white plume-like wings a few flaps and >... >nothing happens >You look at your wings questioningly >they are flapping like normal, but you’re not being lifted up >then you notice something else and quickly move your hoof near your flapping wings >they are not making the air around them react in any way >Now you’re puzzled >Your wings move like they should be, but it is as if you would not be flapping anything >You touch your wings to make sure they are actually still there >Yup, feels like wings all right > But for some reason it’s like... they just can’t fly for any apparent reason >Great, just perfect >You kick the broken helmet angrily and look at it fly a few feet >But as you do you notice something else >At one of the edges of the field you can see a shape that looks like the roof of a farm house >You start walking towards the house >As you walk on the field you take notice of something weird on few of the straws of hay >there’s something white on them >Is that frost? >Huh, are the nights that cold already? You could have sworn it’s still summer out here >You decide to ignore the strange out of place frost and keep walking towards the house >Soon enough you arrive to the house and then stop as you notice something weird on the yard >A very weird, white statue in the form of a pony >Must be some sort of a scarecrow since it’s near a small patch of vegetables. To each their own tastes huh, you’d never get anything so eerie looking >Though she might have liked it... >You shake your head and knock on the door to the house, and wait for somebody to answer it >and then you wait a bit more >...and then you knock again >”Anypony home?” >but nobody answers it >You try the door and find it to be unlocked so you walk into the house and look around >It’s a pretty ordinary house, but you instantly notice that something’s off >for one, there’s spoiled food on the plates that are on the table, but the whole place feels and smells dusty and dank >You walk around the house a bit more and look around, but only find more sings of it looking deserted >It makes no sense; it looks almost as if the residents just took and left suddenly, leaving everything behind >You then turn your attention to a door that’s slightly ajar >you give it a push, but the door does not budge >”Hello? I’m not here to hurt you or to rob you, I just need some directions” >there’s no answer >You give the door another push but it doesn’t open >You peek in trough the crack >So that’s why, there’s a big bed pushed against the door >You look around as much as you can and see another one of those statues >Funny, was this the home of a sculptor? No other reason to have anything like that in your be- >suddenly you see movement >Something purple just went past the window to the bedroom >You quickly run outside the house and look around, but see nobody >”Who’s there?” >Suddenly you hear a gasp from your left >You turn your head and...