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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Shockwave 
// by Angels 
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Chapter 1

My name is Shockwave. I'm tall for a Pegasus, about four and a half feet tall. Tall in general, I guess. I keep to myself mostly. With a job like mine, true friends don't come that often. I DJ. Mainly I get hired for the little things. Birthdays, social events, and on occasion, in a nightclub. It's how I like it. The tall pony in the booth, playing the beats. 

I had just finished packing up after a great birthday mix. The tracks were all clean, due to the younger crowd. After checking with the hosts ( who said I did great), I headed out. Using my converted saddlebag, I was able to put just about all my gear into it. All but the sub. That stayed down on the ground.

I soared upwards.

*sigh* Back in my cloud house, I make a lunge for the wonderful, amazing, beautiful couch. I start a playlist of relaxed tracks, closing my eyes. Overall, I did pretty well today. 

Standing up, I put away my gear. I open my fridge, hunting for a snack. Sandwich and sarsaparilla. Mmm,mmm, good.

After my feast, I head up to bed. My wonderful cloud bed. I brush my teeth, and step into my bedroom. But the cloud floor has other ideas. 

I go right through it, plummeting to the ground below.

Surprised, I snap out my wings. Literally SNAP, as in I can feel them twisting behind me at an angle no wing should ever be at. I gasp in pain, still falling. Through my squinted eyes, I can see the ground. And it's different. 

Very different.