Tumbling
Can you remember being born? Seeing the world for the very first time and crying because it is frightening and cold?
I do.
In fact, I still have nightmares about it.
My birth was... Well I think it is safe to say that it is still the scariest thing I have ever experienced.
I too was frightened when I was born. Not because I saw strange creatures around me that I did not recognise, or that I’d lost the gentle thumping of my mother’s heart. It wasn’t even because I had been ripped from the gentle warmth I had spent my first months on the planet in, but because I thought I had been born to die. That I was to be denied my chance of ever seeing what everything in that new world looked or felt like.
In the dead of night, when the old day passes on the torch to the next, that’s when I was born. Back then the night’s sky was mostly empty, devoid of all the shimmering memories we placed there. Do you remember?
I was born... in the sky.
Are you afraid of heights?
I ask because I... I am. Does that make me weak? Or childish?
My very first memory is the feeling of falling, of opening my eyes and seeing only fields, mountains, clouds, and lakes below me, though I did not think of them as such then. I was born from the moon, going to a new place. I could have been excited, elated! And yet, though I knew little, I felt that meeting those fields would be the end of me.
I did not plan to give up without a fight, of course. I kicked with every one of my legs, thrashed about with my head and, fruitlessly and irregularly, flapped with a set of too small wings to hold my frame aloft. Most of all, though, I cried. I cried because I felt something had been taken from me without my ever having a chance to savour it. I remember the hot tears rolling from my eyes, up to my horn, to finally lose their grip and be lost in the air above me.
Panic is a strange thing, and it makes one do strange things. I screamed, and cried, and shouted my unrecognisable wails every which way as I tumbled towards the ground, nearing the spare clouds that drifted around lazily, indifferent to my plight.
It made me angry. Angry, and sad. If I had been able to at that tender age, I would have cursed the moon from whence I came for abandoning me. Cursed the clouds and the trees for not listening to my pleas, and cursed the ground for being the instrument of my demise.
That’s when I saw you.
I know I’m not much of a poet, matron saint of the arts though I may be, but the first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. An angel of mercy speeding towards me on a golden chariot.
The next moment was a cruel one, though I know now that there was no other way. Just as I thought I had been saved and my cries answered, you swerved down and I thought you had abandoned me as well.
Resignation too is a strange thing. Though my eyes were still leaking, and my... well my everything was sore and tired from the ruckus I had made on my way down, I closed my eyes and simply... waited. Waited for the end I was sure everything I had known in my short life abandoned me to.
Then I started slowing down, impacting on something soft only moments later. I hadn’t hit as hard as I thought I would have, and I wasn’t dead. The shock of that set me crying again. Gone was the acceptance I’d had in my situation, and fear was the only thing that spilled back into the void left behind.
I opened my eyes, and saw your back, elation joined fear in my heart, although it was quickly pushed out when everything shook. I thought the entire world was shaking because it was angry at what had happened, but looking back on it, perhaps it was your dealing with some obstacle, or perhaps you simply flew into a tree.
I suppose it doesn’t matter, I was safe though I felt anything but. My sobbing only got louder which was only exacerbated when you spoke. “Don’t cry, please? You’re okay now!” I remember you were yelling so loudly it only made me more scared, and the strange sensation of your beating wings didn’t help any.
I remember feeling afraid I would have to live through the entire experience again when you banked so hard I could see the ground from my relative safety on your back. It had become another thing I was afraid of losing so I closed my eyes and curled in on myself, struggling to stay as close to you as I could.
I am sorry I kicked as hard as I did.
The landing was one of the things I missed, pressed into your back as I was. Only after several minutes without anything moving did I dare look up again.
Seeing you looking back at me wasn’t what I was expecting. I do not really know what I was expecting but I think it was something, or someone beautiful and graceful. You looked at me with worry, blood and exhaustion marring your face, like you had broken down mountains and forests... given your everything to get to me in time.
...Did you?
My expectation of your voice was similarly off the mark. With my only reference being the yelling from earlier I was expecting something similar. When you looked away from me I blubbered something incomprehensible, trying to keep you close. You turned back quickly, wearing a smile rather than the worry from before. The rest was still there, but that smile, combined with your soft melodious voice made me feel safe for the first time in my life.
“Shhhh, shhh... Dry your tears little one, you are safe now.”
When you put me down on the ground I cried again. Above all else, I did not want you to leave me. A fear that was put to rest when you put a wing around me. I remember thinking how big, and soft, and warm it was.
I remember being excited, and tired, and a thousand things more. But no longer was I scared, because it felt like you could protect me from everything.
My earliest memories end with a yawn, and snuggling into your side, though the nightmare is cruel and makes me go through it all again when I do finally fall asleep once more.
So I have to ask you this...
Can I sleep with you tonight sister?
“Of course you can, Lulu. I will always be here for you.”
Always?
“Always.”
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So sweet!
I don't think it needs a sad tag. Emotional, yes, but not sad.
This is really good. The style is kinda what I failed do in the first chapter of my story. It was so bad but I left it up anyways. I don't think it needs the sad tag though. I'm not good with the tagging stuff so you probably shouldn't trust me on this.
HNNNNG! You are definitely paying for my medical bill.
oh this was a nice early morning read ^.^
Holy sweet mother of Celestia, that was a darn good fic. Faved, liked, and blogged about. Feel special :)
This was beautiful. I like how there is little actual dialog, but everything is narrated as some sort of letter or one sided conversation.
Do not read this, there were no fedoras involved, waste of time. The author is a disgrace to the brony art form. -1/10 worst erotica ever. Will only go into my folder of shameful fapping.
Sweet hell, this was beautiful.
Born into a free fall that makes a baby giraffe look like a lightweight.
4523871 You know what? They should replace the Sad tag with Emotional. It'll cover a broader range while still being accurate.
Truly amazing.
That was amazing! Beautifully done.
That was rather nice.
So Luna, when she was born, was caught by Celestia.
Seems like Celestia had no-one to catch her.
Poor Luna needs a hug! Or maybe I just need one.
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half an hour, give or take a few minutes.
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Which might be the second chapter of this story someday (Yes I know it's marked complete but that's because I don't have enough ideas to make it a reality yet.
Wait, so Luna just came into existence and she's already stringing together complete, coherent sentences, asking to stay with Celestia? That is one smart little filly!
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Well, she got shat out of the moon. Probably more time for development since the moon is generally larger than a uterus or what have you. Who knows. There might be textbooks in there.
Nope this doesn't need a sad tag to it, as this is sugary sweet for a story.
The ending was marvelous.
Also I had a dream of falling through the sky before, I could feel the wind, it was horrifying. It didn't help that I was stuck in a giant immobile mech suit lol. Somehow still felt the wind.
4526622 you made me laugh so hard dude!
4525387 A bit off topic but I freaking love your name.
*slow claps* well done, well done.That was a masterpiece. Just the way it was told and that ending. I don't think I've ever liked such a short story as much as this one.
This was so cool! I loved it!
Very sweet with a bitter tang beneath. Beautiful, to be sure. And as others have said, that ending.
The feels.
Please keep writing, I'll keep reading!
This was very sweetly written.
Wow.
*Is speechless*
Not to be a story smasher but none of the princesses are goddesses. For one Twi. And Cadence are still ageing. The only reason Sun and Moon butts aren't ageing is either they are blessed by the GREEK GODS to complete the tasks assigned to them.
This is truly beautiful
That was fantastic, and for future reference, I don't think this needs a sad tag. It's not sad so much as it is terrifying. The sad tag is for when the focus of a story is on an event that is fundamentally sad, like your mom dying, not an event that is simply "OH GOD WHAT'S GOING ON AHH"
4529446 ? just because they have Cerberus and Tartarus in mlpfim doesn't mean canonly the Greeks are involved.
4529446 Or maybe they reached there growth limit and there Alicorn powers or preventing them from ageing.
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ts4.mm.bing.net/th?&id=HN.608024471433707639&w=300&h=300&c=0&pid=1.9&rs=0&p=0
4530681 true that could be an instance
4530170 I never said the Greeks were coming to mlp or anything like that, its just the Greek mythology shows a lot of ideas
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From the Journal of the two sisters, which is supposedly the official chronicles of Celestia and Luna, Celestia and Luna were both born as Alicorns, and raised by other Alicorns. Celestia precisely states that Alicorn magic and unicorn magic differ greatly, and that it causes them to age differently. For those who were turned into alicorns though, I'm not sure how that works.
Where does the mistress of dreams go when she has a nightmare? To her sister.
4524677 Well then...
I guess it's that kind of party...
Wow, short, nice and pretty well written ^^
This was really good. And that's even from a person who isn't a big Luna fan :P
Well done ^^
I understand your question about the sad tag, but I feel like this story is more hopeful than sad. A well crafted story that I greatly enjoyed.
The shower, the fanfic factory.
Perfection.
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Commence read.
Cute.
Can't say it needs a 'Sad' tag, but you might want to clarify to the not-so-educated (namely me
) as to who she is speaking/thinking to. Fair story though.
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A little to the audience, but more than that, to her elder sister.
4555658 Thank you and WOW that was quick.
Lol matron saint... Anyway fantastic story.
There needs to be a heartwarming tag