She saw a shadow emerge from down the hallway, and eventually, a pony came out…Or at least, that’s what she thought at first. She hid around the corner, and poked her head out. She heard footsteps coming from behind her, and, although she wanted to ask whoever it was for help, she had a feeling, deep down inside, that was telling her to run. She quickly headed towards where light was shining strongly from a torch, and took a quick break to calm her nerves. Her version was starting to get fuzzy, and she started to limp, too. Nevertheless, suddenly hearing voices like that in such a dark and quiet – not to mention lonely – place made her more than a little startled. Fluttershy quickly came to the conclusion that what she just heard must have been her memories. “Huh? That’s strange…But, alright, thanks for letting me know. “Um…S-She just wanted to talk to you, about, um…T-The Wonderbolts!” I just *huff* wanted to *wheeze* tell you that P-Pinkie Pie…Wanted to see you…” “Huh? What’s up, Fluttershy? Here to cheer me on in the next race?” She then realized that she had had just called herself “Fluttershy”, and suddenly starting hearing voices in her head: “Ok, come on Fluttershy, you can d-do this…” She assured herself. She stashed the tinderboxes into the sack, and moved back into the hallway. Even more so since the wind had blown out most of the candles in the room, making it more dark than before. She calmed down a little, although her breathing was still pretty heavy. She yelped, dropping the tinderboxes and the sack, and turned around quickly. Before she could pack them though, she heard a strange noise behind her. She picked up a small sack that was lying on the desk next to the chest, and used it to carry the tinder boxes around. There were a few tinderboxes stashed away inside a treasure chest, which she felt might be helpful. It was light enough to walk around without tripping over something, so she decided to check it out. She saw a room to her right, and peered inside. There were windows, but it was night outside, so they didn’t provide much light. The only source of light was the torches on the walls, each of which only providing a small amount of light, and half of which weren’t even lit.
“Who am I?” She walked down the dark, medieval styled hallway, decorated with portraits of who she could only assume used to live here, and suits of armour. She opened them wider, waited a few seconds to collect her thoughts, and then got up. She could see a dark hallway in front of her, but couldn’t make out many details, as she was only squinting.
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