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// A Precious Gift 
// Story: Its a beautiful day, and I cant see it. 
// by Budinsky 
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I closed my eyes as Twilight begun her spell to bring back my sight. Memories of the show reminded me that she was inept in magic so I trusted that she knew what she was doing. Granted she was helping me on her own free will but I couldn't help but feel selfish because of it. On Earth, no optometrist would ever heal anyone's eyes for free, but this wasn't Earth, far from it. As the spell continued I began to feel a slight tingling in my eyes and burning as well. I then began to worry as the burning sensation began to grow at a rapid pace. I then was screaming the pain was so bad, it felt like my eyes were being clawed out. I then calmed down as I felt the gentle touch of hooves on me, holding me down, comforting me down. I then felt relief as the burning sensation melted away.

I then preceded to open my eyes slightly to see light, excitedly I forced them all the way open only to close them once more, the new light was too intense for my new eyes.

" I would advise not to open yours eyes too much now, given how long you've been without them" Twilight lectured.

I decided that she new what she was doing and trusted her and slowly let my eyes adjust to the new found light. After awhile I could see perfectly again.

Then the tears came. The colours, the shades, the hues, the shapes, oh how id missed them. I then began to cry harder. Being so long without sight can make you hopeful that you can see anything ever again. Right now ever thing looked beautiful, even more than I remembered, the vibrant ponies before me, my Nirvana t-shirt, even the dull wood colour of Twilights house seemed to leap out at me. Speaking of the ponies, their colours of the various mares drew my attention.

First there was the one I remembered as Twilight, she was a various array of purples, the mark on her flank being a shape that reminded me of an old time compass mark and jutting from her bangs was a purple horn that was swirled.

Secondly there was a cyan coloured pony with wings that I could only call a pegasus caught my attention, but it wasn't the wings that caught my attention, it was her mane. It was a mixture of various colours ranging from blue to red to yellow, it was a fit sight for my first sight in awhile.

Then there was a pony who couldn't seem to keep still, bouncing up and down either due to caffeine or natural hyperness. All I could think was pink, she was like a living piece of cotton candy, sugary and pink as hell.

Then there was a very white unicorn looking pony with a purple curled mane, for a horse she sure was stunning to look at.

The next one that I stared at was this sherbert coloured pony that was adorning a Stetson cowboy hat that seemed to belong on her naturally. She reminded me of the fem-fatal cowgirls I used to read about in my dads stories when I was young.

The last pony I noticed was a pale yellow pegasus that was shivering behind the cowgirl pony, I noticed as well that she was also hiding behind her curled pink mane with 3 butterflies adorning her flank.

As I awoke from my self indulging bliss I could only look at Twilight and squeak out a small-

" Thank you"!