Rolefic

by Banan1

Prologue

Prologue

Miles passed by the pegasus as he approached the ocean. Forests, fields and occasionally small shacks merged into one big brown-green mess as he looked down. He had no idea how long ago he was flying, nor did he care. The feeling of flying free in the blue skies and as the wind ruffled his fur was intoxicating. Sometimes he didn’t even know what he enjoyed more: The cold of the wind, or the warmth of mares - he got lots of both. But for now, if someone asked, he wouldn’t hesitate to say he’d give up any mare for a minute of flying.

He smiled down to some ponies as he passed them by. They could be mercenaries just as easily as bandits, but the pegasus didn’t care. Due to his speed, they faded to the distance in a few seconds anyway. He descended some feet to meet the top of the trees. He could hear the leaves swish from the gusts of wind his wings caused. But it lasted just as long as the meeting with the ponies before. In no time, he finally arrived at the ocean. It was simply beautiful. Blueness below and above, stretching to the horizon. The pegasus couldn’t even tell where the skies ended, and where the water began. Just as his vision, his mind was full of the view.

He descended even more, flying just an inch or two above the water. He could feel the vapor spraying in his face and onto his wings, making them shine in the light of the sun. Yelling in happiness, he felt himself on top of the world. Unable to think, unable to stop. He imagined himself as an ice breaker, only cutting through waves, instead of ice. Getting bored of just flying straight, he started pulling up, changing his angle rapidly. Soon, he was facing the skies, then the land behind him, and finally, the water again. Or so he thought.

Black, red, orange and green greeted him instead of blue, swirling in a chaotic mess. Unable to comprehend what he saw he just floated for some seconds. Then he understood. A small village laid below. Well, a ruin of a village to be exact. Flames and smoke bursting out of the houses, ponies running on the streets in sheer horror. What the pegasus didn’t understand was – beside how the village got there – why some of the flames where green. Could it be that an alchemy lab exploded? Doubling his efforts to see through the smoke, he tried to get more of the picture. Moving his eyes along the streets, he could barely make out silhouettes of ponies running towards the inner walls of the town.

Only now did he realize, he was still descending. Struck by surprise, he instinctively stretched out his wings when he first saw the village, letting himself fall slowly. Fluttering his wings, he flew higher. Bringing his attention back to the walls, he tried to ascertain what was going on, but a heavy cloud of smoke surrounded him. Gasping in surprise, he filled his lungs with smoke. Coughing and crying, he moved upwards again. But nothing happened. He could feel his wings moving, but he didn’t rise an inch. Shocked, he gasped again and again. He tried opening his eyes to see what the problem was, but he was still in the smoke.

Luckily, it only lasted for another minute. Just when he thought he’ll spit out his lungs, the air started to get clear. Well, if the air above a flaming village can be called clear anyway. Wiping off his tears, he tried to look behind to see what kept him from rising. But there was nothing. His wings worked just fine. Still, he was descending. Looking below to see how much there was to fall, he got surprised again. The walls he saw before were completely demolished. Stomped to the ground. Dead bodies surrounded the ruins, but only a few of them were burned. Others where cut and chopped apart. Forgetting about his wings, he looked around again, this time finding the source of the flames.

Insect-like ponies were flooding every single street to get to the center, where some of the villagers were still defending the city hall. Just like poison flowing through veins, the streets filled with the attackers. Not realizing for first, but the one he was about to land on too. When doing so, his eyes widened in panic. Trying to get higher, he only faced the same problem again. Only a few feet before landing, and he was still unable to fly. He knew he was about to die. He knew he couldn’t get away. He knew, in any moment he will…

…wake up.

* * *

The pegasus sat up like there was a spring instead of his spine. He was sweating and panting heavily, feeling like his heartbeat could tear apart his chest any moment. Taking deep breaths, he tried to separate dream from reality. Soon, he could work out the outlines of the dickey bed he was sitting on. After another minute or two, his vision focused. Looking around the small room, he tried to remember where he was. It took him some more minutes to remember that he was in the deck of the ship he bought. After some time he also remembered that he was on a quest with some of his friends, to retrieve some relic of his distant relatives. He could even remember that they will be ashore in a few hours, and that is the reason why he tried to get some sleep.

Falling back into the bed in relief that it was just another nightmare, the pegasus tried to pull himself together. Soon, he'd be on land again, and he could spend the night in an inn. Sleeping wasn’t so desirable after today, hence it was likely that he'd wake up covered in sweat again, but if he could meet a nice young mare there… Now that wasn’t a bad plan at all.

Author's Note:

I'll translate the rest shortly. There aren't names in the Prologue by purpose.

Comments

[MidnightStargazer]

I am curious about the upcoming Chapters! ^_^

[Banan1]

2769861
I'm translating as fast as I can, but since one chapter is about 25-30 pages, it'll take some time.

[Blankscape]

He could feel his wings moving, but he didn’t rose an inch

Change to rise because 'didn't' already puts the action in past tense.

Soon, he will be on land again, and he can spend the night in an inn.

You slipped to present tense here when the rest of your story is in past tense. Be mindful of that. As for everything else,
your english is very good. From what I can tell, you won't have nay problems translating your story