A/N: This is a bit shorter than the last chapter, but I did try and improve on how it was written. Expect another chapter withing two days!
'I had hoped for more from this day', I thought to myself.
'So you could what? Have a pretty pony to yourself? Why do you even try?' my mind spat back at me.
'I actually felt something from her, something that felt... right. Even though I know in my heart, I am not a pony, I have feelings for her. True, sincere, feelings though I do not know her.'
White. Cold steel. A brushed metal handle. What I had hoped to be moved, what I had wanted, did not come back that day. Maybe I had scared her off, maybe I did something that made her think that I was a freak. Maybe I was just... a freak. I laid my skull back onto the fluffy pillow that had once served as a simple support, now to support my dreams. My mind faded to black, and she appeared once again, unable to leave my thoughts.
The 'dream' that I was having was nothing, just a black canvas waiting to be painted, as most of what I had ever crossed my mind during my reveries had been. I had not expected as much of myself, to sleep as much as I had, it was nearly dark outside and the moon would soon rise from below the horizon to take its place where the sun used to be. I look over my shoulder and see a hoof retreating back, where I could hear the faint scratching of what seemed to be a quill and paper, trailing with a faint slur of words, “Dear Princess Celestia,” I gave a small chuckle, for both knowing that she was actually here, and for she apparently had the tendency to talk to herself as she was writing.
“Oh, well, hi,” she said to me, looking up from the paper, a slight look of embarrassment, as she knew that I had heard her talking to herself, “So, how have you been doing?”
“Much better, since I, pretty much fell from the top of a tree, and seem to be healing rather quickly,” I relied as I smiled at her contently. “The doctor says I should be out of here withing a day, which I believe is pretty good news, and I have, SOME, control over these wings now.”
“That sounds great! If you wouldn't mind, I would, well, like to keep track of your recovery and how well you adapt to flying, for research that I am doing right now.”
“That would be alright Twilight,” I replied, ecstatic that she was taking interest in me.
“If you find Twilight to be to long to say, Twi is alright too,” she said, a “It is getting kind of late, and I better get going, a couple hours in the hospital is enough to give me the willy's!”
She calmly walked out the door, her mane catching a slight breeze, from where I do not know, but it looked absolutely mesmerizing swaying in the breeze that had passed through it. The doors came to a quiet clatter, as they closed, blocking the view of what I had longed to see once again.
Something was off in the hospital room, I could tell that. I could not place what it was, but the room felt, in its own way, different. Smell maybe, but it the same resonating hospital smell still lingered, There had to be something, anything that did not fit into the flow of the room. The book. Not too big, but it seemed to have a lingering amount of magic as Twilight may have used it at one point in time. The title read, “Ponyville Customs and Traditions”. I opened the first page, to find a small note inscribed on the empty page:
I figured that you may need this more than I do.
-Twilight
She had actually taken the time, out of her busy life, to give me something that may have actually been of use to me. She cared, I thought. She may actually may just care, as I set the book on the nightstand still smelling of a faint wood and a lavender, presumably her perfumes and her home.
My mind shot to the night ahead of me, weary of what I may face tomorrow, walking, or even greeting the 'new' people of Ponyville. I... I don't even know how to walk, I thought, having to walk on four hooves, not on two feet is going to be completely different, something that I'm not sure how well I will handle it.
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The air outside in Equestria smelled clean, there was nothing harsh about it, no smog or pollutants floating around. It felt great to finally be let out of the hospital even if I was supposed to be on bed rest. It had taken me a few tries to get a hang of the walking, after some failed attempts and landing flat onto my face. Not the prettiest sight to see me walk around, stumbling over the slightest bumps in the stone pathways.
I had some time, as I was walking towards Ponyville to actually see what I had been transformed into. Many may not realize it, but pure sunlight shining on your coat gives it a much better appeal than that of the fluorescent lighting in the hospital. I was a cyan color, although it looked to be more of a mint green through my eyes, I actually enjoyed the look of myself for once. I was a vibrant color, and that in itself seemed to make the day seem that much better. My mane was a darker blue, almost the color of the deep sea, which was not another bad color, I thought to myself. My tail followed that color of my mane, and I was off to stumble to Ponyville once again.
Ponyville was a sight to be seen, it was something much more colorful than I had expected it to be. I knew the colors would be vibrant, having the different colored ponies around, but it would seem that just being there had made the colors shine in an entirely new light. I had a general sense of where I was in the town, but it was almost like it was a new. It was obvious I was where I needed to go, there being hotels on each side of the street no more than two stories tall. I had chosen a small inn, named the “Hoovtel 6”, which seemed to be similar to the “Motel 6”, if I could remember exactly what that was. I could tell my memories from my past life were fading and the memories here were overriding them.
I walked in through the double doors, to a somewhat nicely decorated room. It had a homely feel to it, but some of he pictures that hung from the walls put that feel into a creepy-homely sense. I walked up to the front counter, where a seemingly young white mare was sitting reading the “Equestria Inquirer”. Her name was Violet, as her nameplate had said. Her named matched her perfectly, her mane a bright purple color, similar to Rarity, but the two were distinctly different. On her rear where her cutie mark was rested a calendar, which I assumed was for some sort of organization skill because her desk was neatly organized, and had seemed to have everything in order.
I tapped the bell that rested on the counter a slight tap to get her attention, which half startled her. “Welcome to Hoovtel 6! How can I help you?” she asked kindly, with a seemingly fake smile.
“The Princess said she would let you know that I'd be coming?” I asked.
“Oh! Right, your the new one in town, well follow me and I'll show you to your room,” she said walking past a wall full of keys and swiping one off.
She led me up to the second floor which only had about 10 rooms in total, stopping in front of room 2A. She handed me the key before trotting back down to the front desk and telling me to enjoy my stay and that Room Service would be glad to help, any time of day. I turned the key to open the room that Princess Celestia had reserved for me, slowly opening the door to reveal what lay inside.
The room was beautiful, it would have been something that I had expected to see in a Royal Suite in a Royal Hotel, not some small place in Ponyville. The bed had to be at least 3 times the size of my own pony body, the room also being filled with a small refrigerator full of complimentary items and a gorgeous fireplace a few feet... a few 'hooves' from the end of the bed. The bathroom was just as glorious, a bathtub that could fit 10 ponies, made just for one with a fancy assortment of soaps lining the rear edge of the tub. The sink seemed to be made out of a granite material, the minerals inside the stone glistening in the soft bathroom lighting.
There wasn't much for me to do here in Ponyville, and seeing as how most everyone in town was busy doing something today, I figured that I would stay in my room and just relax, maybe even read. Read... I thought. I have never really wanted to read. But what was it that had made me want to read now? I looked over to my side, the Ponyville Customs book resting near the foot of the bed. I grab the book, opening it to the first page and started reading. I read, and I read, but I found some of this to be what I had already known, and some just seemed to be nothing but common sense to any person. Or anypony for that matter. When I realized that I had known a lot and I just, knew what it was, I heard a small zzZHTt from my flank...
To be Continued...