The rest of the crew besides Wind Turret went to sleep with full bellies and chocolate covered faces. Wind just finished deciphering the olden latin language on the crystal and chastised himself for not reading it sooner. The decipher puzzled him, it seemed strange to him at first. What about these fears and guilts, he thought. When do we began to fear? What starts it?
He decided to sleep and tell the rest of the crew tomorrow of his discoveries. Seeing his newfound friends sleep blissfully made him smile.
Just before Wind could doze off he heard the howl of a timberwolf. His eyes snapped open and he immediately noted the sound.
How, he thought, there is no prey for the wolves to eat. How are they alive? Could this be apart of the fear scenario? But I’ve never feared an animal in my life, and if each fear coincides with each individual’s past, that just makes the wolves more mysterious.
Wind Turret decided to go to sleep, after remembering that wolves were usually afraid of ponies. An Earth pony’s strength, a Unicorn’s magic and a Peagasi’s combat tactics will scare away most big game.
Wind Turret dreamt of playing chess with Hawkeye and winning every game. Eventually Hawkeye flipped over the game board and said Wind was cheating. Wind laughed and laughed and finally Hawkeye joined in on the joke.
Wind Turret suddenly awoke due to a drastic decrease in the temperature. He couldn’t stop shaking. He noticed that the red glow from the diamond was gone; the diamond was black. He turned his head looking to see if his friends were around the campfire, but they weren’t there. It was pitch dark everywhere. All could be seen were the reflections against the edges of the diamond from an unknown light source
The fears have chosen me, Wind thought as he looked for his notebook. Though I suspect there is a more grandiose scheme to this place. He found his notebook and quill and started taking notes. He walked closer to the diamond, noted the opaque diamond’s properties, his surroundings, and his trepidation at what he believed was going to be his last night alive.
The dark crystal suddenly showed him as a young boy getting ready for his first day of school. Wind dropped his quill and notebook and touched the diamond.
Wind was excited to go to his first day of school, with promise of an actual education system that teaches you about different things in life. The thought of learning made the young colt salivate. As usual, wherever Wind went, he brought a large book, a notebook, and quills. He walked into the classroom, waving goodbye to his mother. His face frowned after looking at the inhabitants of the classroom.
All of the fillies were just shouting, screaming and playing, the teacher did nothing to placate the chaos. She just continued to read a book aloud, which Wind read at the age of two, and no one even cared to listen.
Wind turned shy at the sudden realization that he didn’t belong here.
He sat on an empty chair and tried to read his large book. The cacophonous noise prevented him from concentrating so he tried taking notes on certain words in his dictionary. Eventually some of the fillies were interested by the different behavior.
“Whatcha doin there,” a young filly asked.
Wind Turret looked up and hid his face behind his notebook. He said, “Oh nothing, just taking notes.”
“Let me see,” another filly said, as she looked at his notebook. She had a confused expression on her face. She couldn’t read print, let alone Wind’s nearly perfected cursive writing.
“Whoa, you’re like super smart,” She said.
Wind Turret blushed, he never thought that ponies would acknowledge something so easy.
“Nah, you’re smart too, we’re all smart. It just takes some studying and books,” Wind said.
A young colt saw that Wind was getting attention instead of himself. He was envious, so he plotted to destroy Wind’s reputation.
“Nerd!” the young colt behind the small group said.
Wind Turret was confused, did I do something wrong? The young colt began to laugh and soon attracted a large crowd of laughing fillies. Wind hid his face behind his book.
“What’s the matter four eyes,” the young colt continued.
“Four eyes four eyes four eyes,” he repeated.
Soon the rest of the class joined in on the teasing.
Wind couldn’t remember a time where he cried so much. It had only taken five minutes to destroy his life…
Wind later was awarded with many scholarly achievements and scholarships. He couldn’t feel proud, his teachers may give him credit, but his peers still hated him. Wind finally learned to cope with the teasing, soon learning that it was childish and monotonous, but some words, he learned, still hurts more than others.
He reached his academic climax when he made it to Pegasus University at his mid-teens. Grade school seemed too easy for the intellect.
Wind walked into his first class, noting how early he was and how he could potentially sleep for an extra five minutes. A few minutes later the large room filled with seats were filled by hundreds of pegasi.
The sight of so many students who wanted to learn, it made Wind feel like he belonged. The best part, Wind Turret thought, no one talked except for the professor giving the lecture on sociology.
Wind listened intently at the words coming from the professors mouth. It was a challenge to understand, and it made Wind determined. Before, in grade school, he already knew most of the class work, so he never bothered to listen to the teachers.
He suddenly heard whispers behind his row of seats. There were two stallions and a mare whispering and pointing toward Wind Turret.
“How is some fifteen year old chump in college?” The first stallion said.
“Probably a special student, the schools had no more space to hold him,” The latter said.
The others snickered and the first stallion prepared his aim to throw something at Wind.
Wind was writing detailed notes on the topic of the dispute between the pony nations. Surprisingly, Wind thought, the professor isn’t speaking with biased opinions.
He felt a bawled piece of paper hit against his head.
Oh no, not this again, I thought the students would be more mature! Maybe if I ignore it, he or she will stop the atrocity.
*Thump*
Another ball of paper hit his head, Wind heard snickers behind him.
It’s not worth it, what is education when you can’t even pay attention. What should I do?
*Thump*
Wind had a surge of anger swell inside of him and he turned around to confront the group of snickering pegasus.
“Listen you obnoxious, rambunctious, and premature children, I must learn how society is still in symbiosis with annoying bozos like you in it. So if you don’t mind, I’d love for you to stop throwing the damnable paper at me,” Wind said aloud.
The students in the large room stared at Wind, even the professor, who overheard.
The professor pointed towards Wind Turret and said, “Your intentions were at heart, but you displayed it in discord. Don’t stoop up to their level, and don’t ever interrupt me during a lecture again!”
Wind cowered in his seat, unable to hear the now resumed lecture of the professor. The students behind Wind left him alone. Wind Turret trotted out of the classroom, the memories of the bullies were nearly palpable. He could feel the cold insults, the relentless teasing, even the beatings he would receive.
It was all so tangible, he ran to his dorm and cried into his pillow. Wind ignored his roommate and the foulness of the things he was doing with his girlfriend. They suddenly stopped and tried to help Wind, but in vain. They decided to continue their heinous acts elsewhere.
What’s the point of it, i’ll always be tormented, I can’t continue this. No more pain!
Wind planned out the meticulous sin he was going to commit. He didn’t have a rope, but he tied the sleeves of his uniforms together and grabbed a stool. He tied his crude rope to the headboard of the top of his bunk bed.
Until he was standing on the stool, he didn’t cry, but now the tears came in red hot rivulets. He tied the rope into a lasso and wrapped it around his head, and took off his bifocals. So, he thought, this is it. I haven’t necessarily worked out a proper explanation to reincarnation, but if it does exist, maybe i’ll be reincarnated as a popular, rich, and handsome colt. He almost smiled at the thought of bullying the less fortunate beings. The irony.
He had difficulty with the stool, his legs almost didn’t want to kick it over. His willpower came over his legs and he felt the stool finally tilting over. Wind lost his balance and waited blissfully…
The enormous wolf with bloodstained teeth finally tore into Wind’s throat. Drinking all of the rich blood and eating the soft bones. The veins ceased to protrude through the skin, the body no longer gave it’s toasty warmthness, the heart ceased to beat. The brilliant brain of Wind would no longer be used in life. A million theories down the drain.
The wolf dragged the dead body, leaving bloodstains on the black, silt ground.
All that could be heard was one last howl.