Everything was going absolutely atrocious, earlier today I had to personally get materials for an upcoming project that was given to me on short notice with a client that was too wealthy and in good standing to say no to. I also spent a little too much time speaking with a real thestral, while yes they haven't been seen in a long time, I still shouldn't have been so distracted! I've prided myself on becoming proper and here I was already being enamored by a stallion I had met just hours ago.
I spoke in response to my thoughts. "It is quite interesting, a thestral hasn't been seen in such a long time I nearly thought they were" I shook my head and chastised myself. "No, focus on the formal tux and dresses first."
I'm going to have a word with Mr. Filthy Rich and his short notice of commissions. Yes, bits certainly help, but it's about the principle of the notion! I can't keep making such formal attire with such highly sought-after materials on the spot for his daughter and wife anytime they are on a social outing.
I stopped and looked at what progress was made. Only to see the stitching of the dress be finished, now what was left was the hem, gem stitching, the embroidery, the needling, and the-ugh. I let out a heavy sigh before pushing back from my table, I rubbed the frog of my hoof fo my forehead. "Tonight is going to be a very long night."
I slowly drank in what was going to be a very taxing night, "I need a drink." I put down my glasses before rising from my seat to get just exactly what I needed. As I walked down the stairs to reach the kitchen, my ears swiveled to a noise amid my trotting.
clang
Odd, it sounded like metal being hit, much like a trashcan. I shook my head with a smile, possibly Berry punch having a bit too much of her special concoctions. I reached the kitchen with a little less pep in my step but was not deterred from pulling out some wine from a high-standing cabinet with my magic. I also took out a proper wine glass to fill up before putting away the wine. That does remind me, that I will need to refill on her 'Rarity Raspberry' an interesting drink that at first I thought would taste bad but-
CLUNK
My ears hugged the sides of my head as I winced at the noise, okay that was much louder, perhaps I should check outside to-
CLUNK
CLANG
CHING
"AH!" Shrieking I let accidentally let my magic slip and dropped the wine glass in shock and watched it shatter onto the floor. "No! Agh! I didn't even get to drink it!"
I quickly grabbed a small broom and a dustpan with my magic. slowly brushing the glass shards into the pan and levitating it above the trash can before dropping the pieces inside it. Grabbing a spray bottle and some water I poured them onto a towel and then tapped lightly at the wine stain.
"I don't know if it's good or bad that I've already had this happen before."
Letting go of a breath I didn't even realize I was holding I looked onto the delphinium blue stainless floor, I looked up to the clock to read midnight. "I could continue working or I could try to sleep-"
A howl echoed the air alone as if on cue until a few more joined. With a shiver, I knew which route I'd take.
I opened my eyes, first blurry but slowly regained my clear sight. As I looked out from a hill I saw a village, small and cozy, bricks made from the ground up with tough straw roofs. I looked at the ponies with a smile. To breathe in the crisp air of autumn, the sun shined so brightly I thought I had nearly gone blind. I laughed at the notion, everything felt, right. I heard the laughter of my friends, giggling and yelling with delight. I looked out to see a filly named Hay Balley, her smile shined brighter than any sun I could ever imagine.
A voice rang behind me but it was garbled.
I looked out to see her playing with her friends, her bright orange coat matched with the sunny bright yellow mane she had, one of the few thestrals with brightly colored coats. She was playing a game, she was flapping her similarly coat-colored wings rapidly as she was trying to fly away from her chaser. But she was only out of reach for a few seconds before her catcher had reached her speed and tapped her. Her once vibrant smile had tugged at its ends before it drooped.
I stared at her with awe, I don't know why but she was, captivating. I got stuck into a trance until I felt immense pressure hit me from behind my head, I winced and growled while swerving to look at the culprit. Wind storm is a thestral known for being egocentric and a fast flier.
"Hey come on Rancor, you were dreaming about some filly, oogling and all." Wind Storm shook his hooves up and down like a wave. "Ooo," he snickered. But he slowly changed his face into one of distrust. "We both know you let us died."
"Hey I wasn't oogling! And-" But as I let out my annoyance, I processed the words he had finished with. My heart sunk, "W-what was that last part?"
Rolling his eyes Wind spoke again, "Oh come on, you're gonna act like this isn't all your fault?"
My spine shivered as I took a step back before responding. "What-"
Windstorm only laughed, lifting his right hoof to point behind me, I turned to see the whole village engulfed in flames. Horror and shock rattled through my body as I slowly saw the scene.
Support beams of such quaint houses slowly began to burn through with ashes and clouds of smoke before the weight of the houses toppled. Ponies ran with fear and horror in their eyes as if some kind of plague had hit them all. My ears recoiled at the screams that had pierced the skies, I could easily tell from the octaves that it was fillies and colts alike that echoed the most within the air.
Tears began to well up and only one question had been caught in my throat, I turned to storm only to find him blankly looking upon the horror.
"W-what happened?!"
He looked at me with disgust and hatred before speaking one word.
"You"