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// The hope... 
// Story: Running from destiny 
// by sydney_alice 
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'Storm' was his answer. 'Storm... sounds familiar... mmmm...' i think to myself. A howling wind rages outside, the freezing rain joining its dance. Storm continues staring at the flaming coals, like he was in some sort of trance. A window slams open, letting the wet and cold of the weather enter the warmish room. The stallion shakes his head, like a bucket of water had been poured over his head. He gets up and goes to shut the window. 

"It's getting pretty late" he says, wiping the rain from his face and going over to a cupboard in the corner, "here are some blankets... and a pillow" he continues, searching through the cupboard, and placing the stuff he wanted on the floor next to him. 

"Thanks Storm" I say, stumbling over to him. I grab five or so blankets and two fluffy pillows from the floor, stumbling back to the fire-place. I set up the bed for me then start making a second one when Storm walks over to me, carrying a small box 

"I need to check out those nasty cuts on your head, and your wing is quite crooked" he says, sitting me down on the blankets.

"Okay" i say willingly and trustfully. He looks at the bleeding mess, and takes out a tube of cream, a pack of swabs, and a bottle of water. He washes away excess blood with the water, causing me to flinch as the cold liquid comes in contact with the open flesh, then he uses some of the swabs to apply the cream. He takes out a roll of bandage and wrap's my head with it. He takes a clip from the box and uses it to keep the bandage in place. "Storm, could I maybe lie down, I'm getting really tired" I ask him. He nods slowly, peering at the crooked wing. I get comfortable on my belly, and make sure that the stallion can still reach my wing. He feels along my wing slowly, causing me to grit my teeth in pain. 

"A mild break, something I can't fix. We need to get you to a hospital." My eyes spring open, and I grab his collar. 

"No... no hospital... the guards... they will find me, take me away, torture me endlessly until they kill me!" i say, panicking. 

"Woe..." he says, removing my hoofs from his jacket, "Okay, no hospital... But you need to get to a doctor." 

I sit back, "I'm sorry, but I would rather lose my wings than be captured by Celestia!" i say, sneering at the princess' name. I open my silver moon pendant and mumble something in an ancient language. Inside the pendant are two pictures. One of a navy stallion with golden eyes and a maroon mane and tail dressed in armour similar to the one's of Luna's royal guard. The second picture is of the same stallion with a teal mare with the same mane and tail colour, but with hazel eyes smiling around a young Auroura. I close the pendant suddenly and look at Storm, "I know somewhere we can go, somewhere that Celestia's goons won't be able to find us." I stand with some difficulty, growing more weary. 

"Good, but you need sleep" he says, finishing his bed "but we can go first thing in the morning." 

I agree with him and yawn, "Goodnight" i say as I fall asleep. 

Storm gets into bed, "sleep well, my love" he whispers, before falling asleep.