Waking up a Unicorn

by Alden MacManx

Chapter 6- Epilog- 6 July 124 AE

Charlie came back into being at the same spot where he left. He did notice differences, like it was daylight instead of the darkness of the early morning hours, the power was definitely off, and he felt different. Better than he had been in quite a while.

As he was realizing that he could see clearly, he heard a click before hearing a voice. His son Dominic’s voice, to be precise. “Dad, don’t panic. You’ve been changed into a pony, but, you’re healed. All the problems you have had these last few years, forget about them, it’s all in the past.

“Come on, Dad, don’t be a stunatze! Sit down, take a few deep breaths, and somepony will be around real soon to bring you to my home. Keep calm and don’t panic, okay? I hope to see you soon! Love you, Dad!”

The message started repeating as Charlie got a grip on himself. Yes, he did feel much better than he had been, he could see clearly, but he was now a horse, a brown and white horse.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to look. In the kitchen, he saw two small horses, one that was silvery-coated with a black mane and tail, and a white horn coming from its forehead, with a silver spiral running through it. The other one was a sky-blue in color, with white and red striped mane and tail, and red and white wings. Yes, wings.

“Hi, Charlie! We’re the Welcome Wagon, sent to greet you!” the silver one said.

Charlie coughed some before finding he could speak again. “Who are you?” he asked.

“I’m Silver Spiral, and this is Silent Flight.” The silver one said.

“We’re twins.” The winged one added. “We just need you to do one thing for us, to prove you are who we hope you are.” He reached under a wing to pull out something with his mouth. A small black box with a cleaver mounted inside it.

Charlie looked at the cleaver in the box, seeing the little plaques inside it. “Yeah. That was presented to my father when he retired to Florida. The whole family presented it to him.”

“Just WHERE did the presentation take place?” Silver Spiral asked.

“At the Deer Head, my uncle Ernie’s bar over in West Nyack.” Charlie said, more than a little stunned. “Why is the box black instead of brown?”

Silent Flight put the cleaver back under his wing. “It is you. Great-Grandfather will be so happy to see you. He’s been hoping all this time you would come back to him.” he said before both he and his sister blushed some, both of them clapping their tails to their rumps. “We broke the frame when we were foals. We got spanked for it.”

“Great-Grandfather? Who is your great-grandfather?”

Silver Spiral took that one. “Your son Dominic is our great-grandfather. It is July sixth, one twenty-four AE, what you would call twenty-one thirty-nine AD.”

“So, I’m two hundred years old today?” Charlie asked, getting weak in the knees.

“That you are, great-great-grandpa. Great-Granddad predicted you would appear today long ago, and made things ready to welcome you. We’ve been training for years to be your welcoming committee.” Silent Flight told him.

“Where’s Dominic?” Charlie asked.

“We’ve been sent here to take you to him. He’s quite old now, at a hundred twenty-four, but he never gave up hope you would arrive before he passed on.” Silver Spiral told him. “Can you walk or should we carry you?”

“I can walk!” Charlie said irritably. Slowly, clumsily, he did, walking around the living room.

“Good!” Silent Flight said as Silver Spiral concentrated. A silver beam came from her horn, forming a silver disc in the air. “Step through it, and we’ll head home. Rapid Transit said to say it’s a bit of good magic, like Star Trek, okay?”

“Just do it quickly, I can’t hold the gate open more than forty-five seconds.” Silver Spiral said distantly, maintaining focus on the disc.

Slowly, Charlie stepped through, followed by Silent Flight and Silver Spiral. When the mare went through, the disc collapsed into a glowing point, then nothingness.

Author's Note:

In memory of my father Charlie: 6 Jul 1939- 1 Oct 2015. I'm giving you another chance, you old stunatze. Now I think I can finally say good bye, good luck, good spirits and move on.

Comments

[Starscribe]

Hey you never said you'd posted this. Let me get it into the group for you so other PaP-type readers can find it!

[Alden MacManx]

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Thank you, Starscribe. I found the directions once, but not when I was ready to post it. I got me toes crossed. (need fingers to write) Hope it goes over well.

[Alden MacManx]

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All I can do is the best I can do, and the best I can do is all I will do. May my best get better every try.

[Fistfire]

It's a nice little story. I bit fast for what I've been reading recently, but a good first try. Keep up the writing!

[kitten_girl86]

Author's Note:
In memory of my father Charlie: 6 Jul 1939- 1 Oct 2015. I'm giving you another chance, you old stunatze. Now I think I can finally say good bye, good luck, good spirits and move on.

Loved the story... and then this part, I cried! So beautiful tribute

[Alden MacManx]

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Kitten_girl86: Thank you for saying so. For the last five years, he drove me nuts as he aged and deteriorated. When he passed, I literally spun my wheels in place for over a year. A story like this is helping me a lot. There will be more tales of Rapid Transit in the future, once I finish another one I'm hammering on during my off days.

Fistfire: My main failing is I tend to get to the action quickly. I'm working on it, believe me.
Also, you must not be from New York City, if you don't know what thoughting is. I might have said "Who'da thunk it?", but you might have missed that, too. I was trying to tell the story as if Dom, er, Rapid Transit, was telling the story to his great-grandkids in his own way. He ain't a polished talker, Never was, ain't gonna be.
Thanks for the comment. Every little bit of guidance is definitely welcome!

[Alden MacManx]

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The idea you are enjoying didn't even come to me until I was deep in to the fourth chapter. I had to go back and do some rewriting. I'm glad you find it making the story better. "smiles" Better than six old ponies around a poker table, right?

Working on another with Rapid Transit and family. Taking my time, writing, rewriting, rerewriting, rererewriting...you know the tale. Off to work for me.

[Alden MacManx]

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As an artist, I'm an okay writer. I would love to have pics of them all, but I don't have a clue as to how or who.

[Bronzedragon]

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Check with Goldfur he knows.

[Alden MacManx]

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already got in touch with Foxenawolf. Can't afford any pics now, but soon.

[harts fire]

a totally amazing story with a perfect ending.