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// Chapter 2 
// Story: The Lunar-Winged Caballus's 
// by LunicStream1105 
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Part 1


JetStream sighed as he looked outside through a window. The sun starting to touch the horizon, his little thoughts start to whir. JetStream quivering a bit, he looked at himself as a certain warmth took over him.

"That feeling is back..." he stood up from where he sat. He turned around and walked to the orb, looking at the window, "If this transformation happens again, I'm going to try to make it work..." he paused, "Me being a Werepony... never guess the thought of it. Maybe she'll finally feel lucky if I showed me to her like this... er what I will be like." he shrugged over, 'This transformation takes energy right? What if I used my Aura to help me?' he couldn't help but to smirk at that. He felt that warmth get warmer, it was weird considering he got warmer as the sun went below the horizon, "Now that I think about it, this doesn't happen until the sun is down, why is that?" he asked looking at the twilight in front of him.

The orb glowed as JetStream suddenly lost energy to stand, "Why does it hurt!?" his voice was muffled from gritting his teeth as he slowly kneeled down. His pupils went from a circle to a thin strip with pointy edges, and his fur started to get darker, "Come on!" he got his Aura back into this, hopefully he could pull something it only does when he sleeps, restore his energy. His fur then became rough and jagged, as well as a tuft of fur on his chest. But what caught him by surprise is the sudden growth of fangs, which seemed to replace is normal teeth. The tip if his ears became a sharp point. At this point JetStream's Aura went grey, but it didn't stop him. JetStream also noticed patches of a white-blue mixed across his body, like the color of the moon. His mane and tail were tousled, "Heugh..." and just like that, the warmth was gone. The feeling he had was gone, and it ended like a long echo in a tunnel, "I did it-" he paused to soak in how much his voice has changed as well. Although it seems he did, he was still lying on the floor with his eyes half-open. His voice sounded a lot more sharp, a lot less smooth than what it was, "Even my voice has changed..." at this point he knew it was done, now he just needed to see if it was possible to stand, he did make enough to at least stay awake. JetStream closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but nothing was fooled, he sighed. He tried to stand up. One hoof after the other he put them flat on the ground, once he got them all planted. He tried to stand tall, in his normal stance. After a minute or so of keeping himself up, he was successful, "Yay!" it did not sound right coming from a voice like that, "Now I need to get to that mare... exact same spot, is what she said." he looked at the orb, "Come on, you're going with me." he started to roll it, and be quiet for his Mom and Dad sleeping, he was lucky to stay up tonight, they probably didn't expect to fall asleep so early. With JetStream's appearance changed dramatically, he made his way outside, and to the point where they'd meet for the third time. He rolled the orb into the middle on the alley, "I'm here!" he exclaimed looking around.

"Keep it down would ya?" she said, "They're trying to sleep." she suddenly saw what he looked like with the orange light nearby, "... What?" she wondered surprised, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. The first thing she noticed were JetStream's changed and now glowing eyes, his fur and everything afterward. She went into the air and got closer, as in a hoof away.

"What are you doing?" JetStream asked.

"Oh!" she jumped, and looked critically pleased, "Your voice as well!" she circled him, "I can't believe it, you were able to pull it off already."

"What's the big deal?" he asked.

"Well, this is the complete transformation." she looked at JetStream in the eye.

"Wait, are my eyes glowing?"

"Yes, that's with all lunar ponies." she smiled.

"Alright-" JetStream sighed, "-I brought the orb as well, I come to you again looking like this, can you please take that coat off?" the brown coat disturbed him for some reason. She noticed playing with his teeth, only to figure those are fangs themselves, she was so thrilled to see it. After she took that coat off, she threw it at JetStream, "Hmgh!" he tossed it down, and saw a new pony. Her eyes were yellow, her fur was a light purple, and her mane and tail were the same with pink. She wore a blue band to hold back her mane, and had a wall of it on the back of her head, but she wasn't bald. Het tail had thin streaks of blue, and looked close to what her band did. And lastly, what caught him by surprise. Was her wings, which he wouldn't stop staring at. She giggled.

"Have you ever seen us before?" JetStream slowly shook his head, "We're called batponies, and we live off of Equestria." JetStream suddenly snapped out of it.

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm the look-out, you can call it." she turned around to the moon, and walked away for a little while with a swizzle in her movement. She turned around and looked at JetStream, "My name's Picket Prosechos, and I'm a scout for migration." she smiled.

"Prosechos?" JetStream wondered. She smiled.

"It's some sort of nickname they gave me, and it ended up being official, I liked it, so I kept it. And I thank them for it. JetStream's rugged voice still held true.

"Them?"

"Yeah, other batponies who fly from spot to spot, with their family and lead by the lunar guard. The only reason why I'm here is because I need to find any of them that get lost around here, and point them out on where they need to go."

"Heh, there is some good in you." he smiled. She paused, then walked back up.

"I must let you know that transformation can do to you, other than make you look like that one scary monster in the forest...." she hung on to the final word.

"... JetStream." he responded.

"JetStream, alright. Think I've heard of somepony with that name before but, it's rather weird to meet you." she held out her hoof, in which case JetStream bumped hers with his.

"You too."

"Now, I think it's about time we get into detail about this. Because if used correctly, it can work with you." JetStream shrugged.

"I don't know, I still feel pretty tired, it feels like the last time I slept was nearly a day ago..."

"Don't get uncomfortable wearing that transformation, JetStream, it only hurts you. And that's one thing, you need to not feel any embarrassment whatsoever if they see you like that. Only if you trust completely of this transformation, then it will work wonders for you." she said. JetStream nodded in a convincing way.

"That's a good start." Picket walked next to the orb.

"This orb here, JetStream." he she had it shift for his attention, yet she started to look downward "... I was supposed to look for it."

"What? Do you know why it was on top of the Spire?" Her mouth opened, her wings unfolded.

"That's where it was?" her tone a bit louder. JetStream took a couple steps back.

"Well, yes. That's where I found it." JetStream answered, "What does this orb do anyway?" he asked.

"It's a source of location, if you will. Certain batponies have this connection with it, and therefor can sense it's location, it's useful to these leading a flight group across the sky." JetStream nodded.

"Yeah that helps." he smiled, but then Picket wondered why he dropped it, "But if that's true-" he pushed his right hoof against his chest, "Then why did it do this to me?" they both stood there in the lit orange tinted light, besides the moon, as their way to see, until she spoke up.

"If I must try to answer. Somepony like you, who I guess would think is either not a batpony, obviously-" they both thought, "-You weren't... experienced enough?" she hanged on the end like it was still in question.

"I need to ask you a question though, ever sense I found myself like this. Were there be a point in time this will be permanent?" she didn't say anything, "As if in a certain amount in time?" he added. She smiled.

"Don't worry, it's not that." JetStream sighed in relieve, "But-" he could feel himself start to shatter, "-It is permanent..."

"What!?" JetStream pounced right in front of her, "What could I have done to deserve this!?" Picket held herself back for a moment, and she went silent.

'... Don't cry... just don't, please, Picket be strong...' she grit her teeth and came back with her best effort, "... But there is a way with some, purification cleanse..." JetStream backed down.

"Sorry for that, for me being so jumpy, should've let you finished. But just to let you know..." JetStream felt the color swell in her. Picket looked at him as the darkening feeling went away, "-I only needed to see if there was something to fix the way I look, we can fix me later anyway."

"Don't worry too much, you'll go back to your normal self after the sun rises." JetStream gave a look at her. Picket could feel the hiding desperation those new eyes had, "Now that, I can tell I know." she smiled.

"... Are you the only one here?" JetStream asked.

"Yes." Picket replied, "But there will be that day I'll be gone..." she frowned, "If you'll miss me when I leave of course." JetStream nodded.

"Let's see, us finding the orb was... four? Four days ago." JetStream tried to recall. Picket was silent, and looking at the ground again. JetStream looked at Picket with his head facing the sky the way he was.

"JetStream..." she huffed, "It's a bit weird of me to ask you rather than my own kind. But what is the day like?" she tried her best first time around. JetStream was a bit puzzled.

"Weren't you in it the past couple of days? The bright daylight?" she nodded sluggishly.

"Yeah..." she walked closer with a sincere expression, "But the way it warms you up, a never ending source of warmth. I have to wear that coat all the time." she pointed to the mess of a coat on the wall that JetStream threw off of him.

"That's what you mean." JetStream said.

"I don't know what'd I'd do if I was able to walk around in broad day just soaking it up, looking into the sky at the sun-" she imagined while looking at the moon, and then went back to JetStream, "-You ponies do that right?" she asked.

"Eh-" he was a bit nervous to answer, "Not exactly. Not even us, the ponies who don't mind being in the daylight, can't look at the sun for more than 5 seconds."

"Wow." she responded, "It's like we live in different worlds." JetStream nodded.

"Yeah." Picket was the first to speak up again.

"... JetStream, that little moment during when you were confused on why you deserved turning into a Werepony. When you said that. I was actually, scared...-" she looked at him in the eye, "-And I know why too, because we were specifically told about that."

"Getting scared by a shortage of answers?" Picket shook her head slowly.

"No... It's because right then, I was facing my own kinds anger. It's something even the strongest batpony can be broken by..." Picket paused realizing what she said. JetStream stared at her with his mouth slightly open.

'Wow, there is a whole lot to this transformation than I thought...'

"And because I told you about that, please don't go using it on us. I just, needed to explain those pauses, and I wanted to get it off my mind." JetStream looked right and left before continuing.

"Was the other information necessary?" he asked, she shook her head.

"No. And I think we should end this conversation here." JetStream stood up.

"Alright..."

"JetStream, just a reminder, when the batponies fly by in ten days, make sure the orb is back in it's place before then, okay?" JetStream nodded.

"Yeah, will do."

"Okay then, I'll see you when ever." she back off into the dark of the night, leaving JetStream to sneak back home with the orb. After another 25 minutes, JetStream finally got back in his bed, 'Out of all the bad things that seem to come off of this, like the fangs I have, this form is actually kind of comfy...' he smiled and waited for this form to be gone in the morning.


Part 2


"What? ... I'm a dreaming?" Twister said as he looked about a pitch black open space, "Hello!?" he cautioned to look around, yet he kept seeing the same thing. Until he saw two ponies standing side by side, one a bit taller than the other. One was wearing some navy blue cloak and the other looked like he wasn't wearing anything.

"Come closer." a voice came booming through the open space. Taking a couple of breaths, he urged his hooves to walk to these figures. There was a pause.

"Hello?" he tried to get their attention when he was just nearly a dozen steps away. He tried looking up at them from a low perspective because of some reason they were both look-. Twister jumped when the one on his right looked shifted upward. As the figure started to loom over, something caught Twister attention, he's seen those blue eyes before. It was a mare with glowing turquoise eyes.

"This is Twister-" she flipped the hood off her head, "-Is it not?"

"You again..." Twister was shocked. It was that mare with the moon cutie mark to visit her dreams once again, "Y-yes. I'm Twister. Why are you here again?" he asked. She paused and looked at the pony next to her, about Twisters height.

"Because the same fear boiling in this ones heart, you two have this specific connection." this pony finally lifted his head.

"... JetStream!"

"Hey ,Twister..." he smiled.

"And as I would appreciate to see you both come together and fix this betimes."

"Wait..." JetStream looked at this mare, "What about all that's going on right now? The Batpony movement coming in either ten or nine days when they fly over out town." she paused.

"I do believe you're referring to the Batpony trek that will move across southern Equestria?" Twister and JetStream both nodded.

"Yes." they answered in unison.

"That's not for me to take care. For whatever is made has a purpose. And although I do have some involvement in their work, I would not like to change the subject this late before they fly."

"No we don't want things changed, we would like to know more about it." Twister said.

"Well, let me tell you two this-" JetStream and Twister stopped what they were doing to look at her, "If I'm not mistaken, you to must be the best of friends-" they couldn't help but to smile, "-If you to help and work with each other, and in sync, you might just find your answers. And me myself can be more than just a help, you two have your own families as well." she suddenly paused.

"I think that's the confidence we need right there." Twister curled his right hoof, "What do you say, buddy?" he looked at JetStream, kind of catching him off guard.

"Uh-" he knocked off the puzzled expression with a more prepared one, "Right!" they hoof-bumped.

"As you two must." she made a gesture like they just gave her some order as she faded away.

"I guess I'll see ya when we wake up then." Twister looked at JetStream, "Let's do this!" JetStream raised his hoof again.

"Together!" they said in unison as they bumped one more time.


They both were awoken abruptly to a thunder clap.

"Hope they didn't call for rain..." JetStream said as he looked outside, "It's raining again..." he sighed as he looked away, his expression was rather of slight annoyance then distress, "Actually..." his ears rose back up and he looked out the window again, "Is it even daytime yet?"

"It is." Myriad answered as he walked past the doorway.

'Oh, yeah. My voice is back...' he realized before he looked down at himself, "Back to myself..." he paused as he watched the rain just pour from the clouds, "I guess it is day, it does look bright enough..." he paused again, until he finally decided to crack open his window a bit, followed by a strike of lightning. JetStream immediately covered his ears, waiting for the thunder to come, "..." only for it to be a faint rumble. He sighed again, "Must be farther away." he walked out of his room and looked into the short hallway, looking right gave him his Mom and Dads room, and the door to the huge backyard. Looking left gave him the counter-of-a-bar looking living room with a coffee machine behind the counter. Where blue shelves were hanging on the walls. Turning to the right in that room would give you the front door. Turning left would give you some storage room, it's not much to see, especially that one broom. He went toward the front door to get a look out the window next to it, by using a bench like seat below.

"The storm caught your interest?" Corolla asked as Myriad looked on.

"It's been raining a lot more lately, is all." he turned back just as lightning struck.

"You know what?" Myriad stopped what he was doing and walked in, "JetStream, have you heard of old pony tales before?" he asked. JetStream looked at his hoof on his shoulder.

"Yeah, because this Aura thing that I'm involved in has it's own part into those." he smiled, acknowledging how smart he sounds.

"There were pony tales of when it would get cloudy, there would be millions of other ponies watching you from behind the fog, or how some ponies could use power to manipulate water to their every whim. It was something along the lines of water bending." he tried to recall.

"That reminds me." they both looked at her.

"One I was told a long time ago, was that there were these secret ponies that looked like anypony else could. And when it rained, they would suddenly grow and grow so massive to show their true position in Equestria, as a guardian of their city. It was said that each city had its own guardian. Yet it's still unknown." JetStream thought about how deep it sounded, where as if some pony were trying their hardest to search for this unique, pony-looking creatures.

"Did they look like a pony when they were their biggest?" JetStream asked. She shook her head.

"I don't think I ever asked that. Now I wish I would've though..." they paused as the rain continued to fill their silence.

"What if, JetStream, had his own name to be written down in Equestria folklore?" Corolla asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"If you had some sort of title, like a superhero name, what would it be?" Myriad asked, both his parents were curious for the answer.

'Well, that would be tough to choose. Let's see, a hero name. Oh! I could be a hero with Aura... yeah! That book I have explains a lot about it. And I'll piece things together  to create it...' it was a little while before a couple seconds pass, "... I think it would be. The Wave-Guiding Hero"

"Corolla, I think we have something to mark down." she suddenly spawned a pen and paper with the glow of her horn and pretended to write it there. The pen and paper then disappeared, never to be seen again.

"There! It's marked down. Sorry to dismiss, but we must get back to our doing." she said with a playful tone.

"When do you think the storm will be over?" he asked Myriad, he looked at his wings shuffling them.

"Don't know, it may be a while. We'll just have to wait." JetStream paused.

"... Dad, did you know there are other cities that have pegasi controlling the weather?" she nodded.

"Yes, I do. There's no weather controlling here, JetStream, because of Altamare. It was build directly into the ground, therefore nopony ever messed with the weather. As if the ponies from long ago decided that too much of their alterations would disrupt something vital to them." JetStream nodded in response, "Known that ever since we moved in to this town." Corolla looked at Myriad.

"Which is still only a decade ago." she smiled. JetStream's head rose.

"Actually, what was it like, before we moved here? Where were we before, here?" Myriad smiled, as Corolla looked at him.

"We lived more up north we both met there, in Hoofington, before we went to Altamare together. Then a couple of years later, you joined." JetStream was silent, why not here more about your own parents? "If you'd like, JetStream, you can listen. As I will start to recall what I can remember before we moved to Altamare.


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