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I had apparently found myself in a bed. This wasn’t where I use to sleep. Something is wrong, I feel the residual effect of a dull headache and my body hurts, just not all that bad, I guess. If only I could recall the day before, but there is just a white haze of blankness.
I can clearly feel a quilt covering my body. This is clearly a bed. There is something unsettling about the entire scene, so I open my eyes and slip the quilt off of my right foreleg.
As weak as the light is, I instantly realised something is off. My hide is shimmering and shiny, just not in the manner of the Crystal Ponies. I guess it is more of a clear cast covering my body, as if it needs to be held together.
Folding the quilt to the side, up against the wall, I soon managed to slip out of bed. That is when I realised that the clear rubber cast in fact did cover my entire body, making my shiny all over. If it had been the end of the story, I guess I could have been content, but then I realised something had been added to my features, a pair of wings. Why in all of Equestria had some Pony added wings to my features with this clear cast?
When I realised I could actually control my new wings, I groan and almost fall to the floor where I stood, mere feet from what was to pass for my new bed.
What ever did possess the Pony who set my cast, if they gave me these wings? I was trapped between the joy and the joy. I once had acquired the Alicorn Amulet in order to gain the power, even if it had been for an ill purpose. I had regretted it, once I came to my senses, just after pulling the amulet off of my neck.
Regular casts can never give you functional limbs you never had, as strong a Unicorn as I had been before this hit me, but I knew as much. There may be spells for giving me wings, but that would take a pretty good Unicorn to realise, most likely lasting a few days to a week.
As I gathered myself once more, I noticed how my shiny hooves had grown more elastic with the cast, not a stiff hard shell in order to hold my bones in place. Something was clearly off here. What ever insane Pony would pull this kind of a joke on me, if I had truly been injured, or beaten down for the purpose of pulling the prank at my expense?
If I had been beaten, the Pony would have robbed me, but what did I have, short of my hat and cloak, worth taking? The one thing I had to lose at the time would be my dignity.
Then I see the hat and cloke was in a wardrobe with clear glass doors. Stored as a visual prop, but I knew they had been the once that belonged to me.
I made an effort to make the room look good, so I extended my magic and made my bed, the one thing that wasn’t tidy in the room. Then I walk towards the wardrobe, only to hear a strange squeaking noise with each and every step I take. The same noise followed my every move, including the flapping of my wings, when I enjoyed the attempt to flap them.
My magic clearly still does work, but if I had wings, what was up? Maybe I should examine the room, for as long as it was mine. Just hoping it isn’t a prison. I saw no signs of either the ward, or the jail, though.
If I could find no sign of restrictions, magical or physical. I can move as I please, for all I could see. Although I haven’t moved outside of the room, so this was a fairly rudimentary and premature assessment on my part. Yet, it made me feel better at this point.
There is a rustic aesthetic to the room, I guess. The floor and walls are solid wooden panels, but shinier than I had been expected. Everything is shiny in the same teasing manner, as if they had been covered it with the sam rubber cast they had encased me in?
The room is fairly barren, just the bed and the wardrobe, not even a window. Yet, there is apparently a door, if it leads to anywhere, other than the room I am in, I guess it would be highly convenient. I had started to feel cooped up in the cramped space.
As I tried to open the door, I soon found it sliding to the right. With that, I stumbled into the living room. A table with a sofa up against the wall, then another sofa to the right. The next is a wall lined with bookshelves, empty and void. Everything is the same wood as it had been in my bed room. The same shiny rubbery tease as well.
Then I found the door to the kitchen, and the one to the mare’s room. There is a third door leading to a shower. The final door leading to the hall.
As I examined the rooms in turn, I found them empty and void of any personal possessions or effects. They are just rooms where I can eat, relieve myself, shower, or leave my home, for all I knew. If I could in fact leave my home, assuming the door on the other side of the hall actually did lead out, which I chose to assume at this point.
With nothing better to do, I could as well sit down in my sofa. I chose to see it as mine, since it is in the home I am in. Maybe I should be grateful towards who ever did give me this home? With all the strange and different details, but it is at least a home.
I slowly started to walk towards the sofa up against the wall, shared with my bed room. Yes, from now on I am going to refer to the home, the furniture and anything else within the home as mine.
So long as I keep the individual giving me the home and the one who put me in the situation demanding the cast separate, I can be grateful towards the Pony who gave me my home. I can’t say I am too grateful towards any of the once responsible for any other part of my situation, though.
Just as I was about to sit down, I was distracted by an unexpected noise, as if there was some Pony at the door.