I slowly raised myself off the ground, and felt a sharp pain in my left wing. Turning my head to observe the damage, I almost made myself sick. There was blood everywhere, and I could see the bone in my wing. No matter how much it hurt, Rainbow was in more trouble. There are tons of mysterious and unknown creatures in the forest, if one were to pick her up as a afternoon snack I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
I started to walk in the direction that I saw Rainbow fall. Time seemed to creep down to a full stop, leisurely leaking by while I walked towards her. This was getting bad. If Rainbow had survived her fall, would she be able to survive the cold of this storm? I need to focus. She's a tough pony and could power through yet, if her crash was as bad or worse than mine, she probably couldn’t fight off the wicked monsters in the forest.
I walked at a sluggish limp, gradually making progress towards what I hoped was Rainbow’s landing site. When the storm cloud looming above started producing snow I started to panic and proceeded to walk faster, hoping to get there in time. However, as hard as I tried the massive pain in my left side gave me a limit, forcing me to continue at the slothful gait I started with.
After walking about three miles I broke through some thick underbrush into a small clearing. I immediately recognized a rainbowed mane sticking out of some bushes at the edge of the clearing. I was glad to see Rainbow, regardless of the fact that she was half in a bush. I sprinted over, ignoring the pain in my side, and gently wiped the light sheet of snow off of her wings and mane. The ragged breathing I heard almost made me cry, she was unconsious. Trying as much as I could to keep her warm, I spread myself over her body, distributing my own body heat to the most important areas: her head and core.
When she started breathing regularly I started to think of a way out of here. One thing I knew, we couldn't stay out in the cold. I had to take her to some kind of shelter. There seemed to be a small path immediately beyond the ever-present veil of thickening snow. If my memory of the history lessons from Twilight was correct, I seem to remember that there was a bridge just a few miles down this path that would lead to The Temple of the Two Sisters. We could stay there until rescue arrived, It was a well known landmark for the few ponies that knew how to navigate the forest.
Using my good wing, I lifted her figure up and let her roll onto my back, tucking her head into my mane to keep the wind out of her face. I would have to make multiple stops to warm her up again. With all the extra weight, we could collapse in a quite unpleasant spot, making the trip that much more difficult. I began the listless journey towards the temple. Hoping to make it there in a reasonable amount of time.
The snow pounded out a never-ending yet ever-changing rythym against my face. What should have been an hour long walk turned into five. As night decended, the moon casted its silvery rays through breaks in the massive storm cloud. As I walked over the bridge I caught sight of the shadowy outline of the Temple of the Two Sisters in the distance, nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. I cast a glance up at the temple's tower where we would most likely be staying, then walked on. I treaded my way up the icy staircase, stumbling slightly a few times as the wind blew in through a few open stone windows. I opened the oak door to the room at the top and stepped over the threshold, depositing my precious cargo onto the floormat close to a small fireplace.
There wasn't any wood in the small pit inside the fireplace, and nothing in the way of combustibles could be found in the room save a curtain, a few tapestries, and the floormat. Instead of burning the curtains and fine art, I ventured out into snow again, making sure to close the massive oak door to the tower room as I walked out.
Building fires without matches is harder than you think. It was difficult enough when I was a human, in the boy scouts you would need to set up your camp no matter where you landed. Trying to use human digits to manipulate objects with the purpose of building is a chore for the average human to begin with. In the cold, you would have to maneuver your freezing fingers to adjust metal poles and wood, which was often painful. When you have hooves instead of hands, you can’t even get a good grasp of the simplest stick.
After many failures to grasp the birch branch between my teeth, I was able to cause enough friction for the fire to finally spark and combust into a great roaring flame. I selfishly soaked in the heat for a few moments, relishing the tingling feeling leaving my body, when I remembered I had a mare to warm up first. After throwing on a bit of pine needles and a few various sap-covered sticks to fuel the fire, I grabbed one of the extra floormats rolled up in the corner, and secured Rainbow and myself in a makeshift blanket next to the fire. With the combination of my body heat and the fire, she was nice and toasty.
Once I was sure she was warm enough to get uncovered from the blankets, I spent the next two hours examining the various wounds that covered the majority of Rainbow's body. Judging by the way her wings looked, they might be broken. The same could be said of her legs. Her head was pretty messed up too, her rainbow mane had streaks of blood from the cut she got when she collided with the oak tree at the edge of the clearing. Her coat was matted with dried blood from the many scrapes and cuts that made a criss-crossed graffiti-like pattern.
These wounds had to be cleaned and covered, yet I had no medical supplies. So I improvised. I salvaged one of the remaining curtains and tore them into strips, making two dozen dusty bandages out of them. I tried the best I could to wash out her wounds with a bit of melted snow, but ended up resorting to just using my tongue; I licked the wounds clean like a dog would to themselves. I used a few of the cleaner looking strips to start wrapping her head, hoping to minimize the blood loss. Soon she was covered in the purple fabric, stained with the fresh blood that still leaked out of some wounds. Her breathing finally smoothed out into the steady whisp of air I remember from the time I first met her.
When I first started to help her, it was to help her survive, yet now I couldn’t help but stay close to her. Whether it was my infatuation or the need to feel safe I still don’t know but I can’t bear to let go of her. Licking some parts of her body didn’t help the awkwardness I felt. She finally woke up with a shocked look on her face, reeling back slightly before she gasped in pain. She started to panic, but calmed a bit when she heard me breath into her ear.
“You’re safe, don’t you pass out again”
She turned to see me smiling at her sheepishly, I had been cradling her against my chest for hours. Her face was plastered with obvious concern.
“You could’ve killed yourself you know, chasing after me like that.” She said bluntly, with a tad bit more harshness than I thought was necessary.
I blinked. “My life wouldn’t have been worth living if you had died and I didn’t try to help you.” I stated in a soft voice.
She couldn’t help but blush at this, yet it was true. I would do this for any friend, it just so happened the Rainbow meant more to me than anypony else. I really liked Rainbow Dash, yet why do I? My brain was still having a bare knuckle boxing match about the matter. She looked speechless, and it started to seem as if she wanted to have the space to herself, so I started to leave the blanket.
“WAIT!” she said gasping as if I was taking away her life line. “Can you please… hold me again?”
I couldn’t help but let out a huge blush as I re-entered the blanket and wrapped a fore-leg around her. I let my broken wing rest lazily over her body as well. We laid there cherishing the warmth for all it could provide. I looked out of one of the newly exposed windows that I borrowed the cloth from and noticed that the blizzard had stopped.
I was relived for only a moment before stiffening at the thought of what the morning would bring. The blizzard was the only thing keeping the creatures in the forest at bay, how were they going to look for a way out tomorrow without having an encounter with Timber Wolfs or Diamond Dogs? I couldn’t let Rainbow in on my fears now, I had to be the brave one for us.
“I think we should get some sleep.” I whispered.
She was way ahead of me. I again heard her trademark whisping and felt the light breeze it made hit my neck. She turned in her sleep to face me. Her cyan coat, dotted with flickering shadows from the fire, embellished her already beautiful form in her sleep. The most beautiful mare in the world, and she was all mine in my gentle embrace. I couldn’t ask for anything better. I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, like a mother would do for her foal, and laid down next to her. Tired from the day's events, I soon follwed Rainbow into the realm of deep sleep.
The next morning I awoke to a strange smell, apple cinnamon oatmeal.
“Oh great, you have awoke. I am so glad you are alive, I do believe your tummy just spoke?” asked a familiar sounding Zebra.
This chapter is by far the best in quality. This is all thanks to Micheal Lazarowicz, A.K.A. Sirisma. He has done a great job at editing and giving me tips. Referring me to writers guides and Thesauruses. Thank you so much, and hopefully I can call on you again!
Also, for those of you who have asked. I use Microsoft Word for my stories. Though I here most people recommend OpenOffice, so I may be changing to this if it helps my quality improve.