Chapter 22
I sit in the rain for hours, feeling how he washes away all of my doubts, all my fears.
I love rain.
I close my eyes, enjoying the soft drops landing on my coat.
The rain didn't stop the rest of the day.
I sat there, the whole day.
I open my eyes.
I feel the water pulling on my wings, those heavy, heavy wings.
I turn my head and look at my right wing, trying to move it. It does, again just a twitch but it does move.
Cocentrating more I try to move him some more, he twitches some more.
I gasp.
Moving him isn't as easy as it may sound. I growl and concentrate back on moving him, every twitch a fight with my body, shouting at him to move this wing. Slowly so very slowly the twitches turn into real movement, instead of a soft hitch the wing opens slowly, only to fall back to default after a few inches.
I gasp even more and feel a headache coming up. I was never good in stuff like that, concentrate to do something.
"Come on!" I growl more, concentrate more, more twitches, more hitches.
After ten minutes of trying to move the one wing I finally manage to spread the wing, it's slow and still impossible to fly like that but atleast it's something compared to movement.
I gasp and the wing closes again, I'm lying on my belly still enjoying the soft rain, the wing falls down hitting the floor softly.
With a metallic sound.
My eyes widen as I look down on the wing lying on the floor, still connected with my back.
My eyes widen even further as I remember my fight with Melre'kat.
The wings of a swan.
Garnjiel scoffs, raising both his blades over his head he places them between his bladebones.
One loud shredding sound later both wings fall to the floor.
But instead of the sound of flesh or something soft hitting the floor, a metalic sound echoes through this realm.
My eyes wander down to the cut off wings, the wings had lost their down, both were now long, slender scimitars and coloured in pure white.
"It can't be" I whisper and try to move the wing again, it twitches and slowly rises back up from the floor, I raise a hoof and slowly stroke the wing, slowly wandering down to the hinge connecting the wing with my back. Concentrating some more, I take a deep breath.
And pull at the hinge.
It's hurts.
This must be the feeling of someone ripping a insect it's wings off. The piercing, deep pain that rushes through my back, echoing up my spine and hitting my brain. It felt worse than every blade that ever hit me, worse than a broken leg, worse than everything I ever felt.
I stop.
The wing grew numb, lying back on the floor, I gasp, looking down on the numb wing.
"Ripping... them off.... is not... the way" I gasp, I concentrate again, sending orders through my body to move the wing.
Nothing.
I sigh between the gasps, "I have to wait till tomorrow until I can move it again" I whisper to myself. I stand up and look to the sky. It was already getting dark, the sun deep on the horizon, ready to move behind the edge of the world.
The moon rises, even though the sun was still there.
"Atleast I'm not the only pony with a problem" I shake my head and walk back in, my numb wing sliding over the floor, closing the balcony door behind me.
Lunas first attempt in lowering the sun was a utterly failure. She only managed to move the sun a few inches over the sky before she collapsed, the ponies of Canterlot were whining and crying that the sun should finally disappear so they could sleep.
The first night with Luna as the guardian over sun and moon ended in a eclipse. Aswell as all the other days.
She couldn't move the sun enough to lower it so she did the only thing she could think up to bring darkness over the land.
She moved the moon before the sun.
Since that day she managed to move the sun more and more and after a week she could finally move the sun enough to raise and lower it.
Back in I wrinkle my nose, smelling the scent of a wet dog.
I facehoof, dropps of water still falling of my body. Pulling my numb wing after me I walk back into the bathroom to take another shower, the second this day.
The warm water helped me a little bit to get some feeling back into the wing.
Which wasn't good.
I moan and growl as I walk out of the bathroom, every step I take sends new waves of pain through my body.
Trying to pull your own wing out is a very stupid idea.
I look at the clock on my nightstand, it was only ten, but I was already tired enough.
With a moan and a sigh I slip back under the sheets, pulling the blanket up to my chin, I close my eyes.
My eyes open.
It was two in the morning.
I haven't even slept.
The new sensations creeping up the wings, the pain of one of them, kept me awake the whole night. With a sigh and another moan I slip out of the sheets, walking to the door of my room. I open it and walk out, seeing the two guards at each side of the door nod at me.
Atleast the right one nodded at me, the left only showed me a glare, filled with hate.
It was the same stallion who attacked me in the dungeon.
Cinder.
I walk past him, ignoring his glare, walking down the hallway, I follow the way to the westwing, past the statues and banners.
The door to the memorial statues stands open, raising a brow I walk through the door.
Luna sit's before the remade statues.
She turns around as she hears me come closer, her tired eyes locking with my own.
I walk closer and sit down right next to her.
She sighs and looks up to the five statues.
"Was Celestia a stern leader?" she suddenly asks.
I nod, "yes, but so was her father and everyone who was able to order me around."
"Did you like your time with your brothren?" her voice was getting quieter.
I nod again.
"The best years I had" I answer with a weak smile.
"How was Celestia back then?" she asks looking into my eyes, I see tears well up.
"Funny" I answer still wearing the weak smile, "she loved to play pranks on everyone. And she loved to play chess, especially against me" I look up to my own statue.
"Why you?" she raises a brow, her sad eyes looking up to the statues.
"I was the only one who wouldn't let her win on purpose" I giggle.
Lunas answers with a weak smile.
We sit there in silence, just looking up at the statues of me and my brothren.
I sigh again.
"My wings annoy me" Luna giggles, she looks back at me.
"Really?" her voice was getting a little bit brighter.
I nod, "yeah, they won't let me sleep."
Luna suddenly gasps, looking at my back, "Siren what happened to you? Your whole back is bruised!" she stands up and walks behind me to take a closer look.
I shake my head, twitching with the wings, "I tried something very stupid I remembered, something that happened during my battle with Melre'kat."
"And what could that be that made you bruise your whole back?" she softly strokes the hinge, I groan, "sorry" she quickly says.
"You won't believe me either way so let's just show you" I slowly, so very slowly spread my left wing, and dropp it.
I see Luna chuckle at first, but the laugh gets stuck in her throat the moment the wing hits the floor.
With a loud metallic clang.
"What?" she lowers her head to look closer at my wing.
"Remember what I said about my wings? Wra'kyr gave them to me, telling me that they would be the meaning to fight the other gods" Luna nods, "well during my battle with Melre'kat his wings got corrupted by Wra'kyr, cleansing them from the darkness, the hatred and changing them into swan like wings. Melre'kat couldn't use them anymore and cut them off. But they made the same sound mine just did when they hit the floor. They had changed the moment they were seperated from his body, turning into scimitars" Luna furrowed her brows while I explained the battle.
"And this memory made you" she stopps for a second thinking about how to call it, "stupid enough to try and pull your own wing off?"
I giggle, never expecting to hear her swear and nod.
"I thought these are the same way" Luna looks at me with a stunned expression.
And facehoofs.
"How retarded are you?" I giggle again.
"Apparently very" I answer.
Luna giggles, only for a second but she did.
"You should go to the infirmary" she points at my back "they will put on an ointment and bandage it so it can heal faster" her voice showed concern.
"Thanks, I think I will do that" I nod, Luna too, she stands up, I too.
"Should I teleport you to the infirmary?" she asks friendly.
I shake my head, "no thanks. I will walk, maybe moving my body a little bit will help me go back to sleep when I return to my room" Luna nods.
"Well then, good night Siren" she smiles at me before she disappears in a flash of pale blue light, not even waiting for me to answer.
"Good night" I answer to no one.
Walking out of the room, the door closes itself behind me, I walk back the way I came, following the long hallways through the castle until I'm at the infirmary.
They got pretty hectic the moment they saw my back.
They insisted on checking my back, the hinge, the whole wing with every possible spell that was there, in the end it was nothing.
The tendon was strained, the muscle too.
In the end it was a bruised back.
And just like Luna said, they put on a ointment, bandaged my barrel and told me to not use the wing for one week so it could heal properly.
A little bit annoyed I thank the doctors and nurses with a friendly smile and walk back the way to my room.
The two guards from before were still guarding my room.
I walk past Cinder, he was still giving me pretty dark glare.
I stop before him, turning to him i smile.
"You should have given me a fork" I wait for his reaction.
His head turns red and he turns away, ignoring me.
I laugh as I walk past him, opening the door and walking in.
Before the door closes completly I hear him groan.
"Whorse" he whispers, I laugh more.
"What's so funny?" I shriek and jump around.
Shining was sitting in the middle of my room with a smile.
I gasp and walk closer to him.
"I.Told.You.To.Never.Do.That.Again!" I accent every word.
He giggles.
His smiles fades as he sees my bandaged barrel.
Worry appears in his eyes, "what happened to you?"
"I'm stupid that's all" I answer.
Furrowing his brows he looks at me, confused.
"What?" he asks with confusion.
"Nothing" I shake my head, and look at him with an annoyed glare, "what are you doing here? ... Again?" he smiles, his armour appearing magically.
"It's three o'clock" he smiles more, "our shift starts."
I look at the clock on my nightstand.
And facehoof with a groan.