Bang! ow. Bang! ow. It had been going on like this for the past ten seconds. With me hitting the door with my head and cursing under my breath. Finally, I heard a voice on the other side of the door, telling me to hold on. The door opened revealing a tired looking kid, maybe eleven or twelve years old, with green eyes, green hair, and a purple hoodie. He looked at me for a full minute as we had one of those awkward stare downs where neither one of us knew quite what to say. I tried giving him a hopeful smile so that he would see that I meant no harm and invite me into the-
"No." and he shut the door in my face. Well, that didn't go nearly as well as I had expected. This just simply would not do. So, I knocked on the door again and crouched down and waited to pounce. Well, Spike must not be an idiot because the door didn’t open, and I was still outside. I needed a new plan.
I went around to the side of the tree...library....house...thing... and hid around the corner. It's a library, right? So that means that someone would have to come at one point or another, right? So, with this in mind, I waited. And waited, and waited and waited and waited and.... well, you get the idea. Eventually, several hours later, a young lady with purplish pinkish hair walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened slowly and she exchanged a few words with whoever it was at the door and walked in. And as the door closed I slipped in as stealthily as I could. Luckily, I managed to get in and hide under a table before anyone noticed me. I looked around, quickly entering a panic. I was in, but I had no idea what to do! Could they even understand me? Would they think that I was some sort of deranged wild animal?
Suddenly, I heard a door open and I watched as a certain rainbow-haired someone came rocketing into the room.
"Hey Spike, where's Twilight? I need to talk to h-- Uh, what's with the horse?" she said while looking in my direction
"Horse?" Spike turned around and looked at me. As did the other person who left with a sudden 'you look busy...' Spike slowly walked to a closet, all the while, not taking his eyes off of me.
"Let's just keep calm," he said as he pulled a broom out of the closet slowly and walked to my location, "It'll all be perfectly FINE!" he put extra emphasis into the last word as he brought the broom down on my head. Ow? Sadly, Spike didn't have the hardest hit in the world, and all I got out of it was some straw in my mane.
"Oh, give me that!" Rainbow said as she snatched the broom from a very sheepish looking Spike. She raised it to take a swing at me, but she didn't get the chance, for when she touched it, I took off like a rocket. I ran for dear life. I was willing to bet that Rainbow could hit a lot harder than Spike could, and I didn't want to test my theory. Fortunately, being human, Rainbow didn't have wings. Unfortunately, I was new to the whole "four legs" thing and I was practically throwing myself around as I tried to escape.
"Get back here, you!" an infuriated Rainbow yelled at me, by which I responded by running with renewed vigor.
"Be careful!" Spike yelled as Rainbow took out a flower pot with an ill aimed swing
"What's going on down here?" A new voice asked, in an irritated fashion. Suddenly, Rainbow, Spike, and I were engulfed in a magical glow and we all floated over to a cross looking bookish lady with purple hair that had a magenta streak in it. "Who let this thing in?" she directed the question at Spike.
"It wasn't me, I swear!" Spike held his hand over his heart and another one up in the air. "He snuck in!"
"I seriously doubt that the small horse is smart enough (HEY!) to sneak into here of all places." She rolled her eyes and floated me closer to her to get a better look at me. Suddenly, her face adopted a surprised expression and I was dropped, and before I knew what was happening she exclaimed in a shocked tone "Th-that thing has wings!" Wings? I looked at my back, and evidently, I did have a pair of feathery appendages sprouting from my back. Cool! Oh, right... back to story.
"It does?!" Spike and Rainbow asked, almost in unison as they were put back down so that Twilight could focus her attention on me.
"This is incredible." Twilight said as she examined my wing. It was killing me that I couldn't talk to them. But then I noticed that there was a pen and paper on the other side of the room. Maybe I could write them a letter and tell them not to dissect me. But, despite my best efforts, all my that my struggling managed to accomplish was to flip me upside down inside the magical aura.
"Maybe it just wants down." Rainbow suggested as she watched my struggling. Thank you, Dashie.
"Ya, so it can trash the place again." Spike added. He's blaming this mess on me? How rude.
"How could this cute guy have done this on his- ow, HEY!" Twilight yelled at me as I used her forehead as a springboard, which broke her concentration long enough for me to get to the desk with the pen on it and grab it desperately in my mouth.
"Is that thing writing?" Spike asked in astonishment.
"I think it is." Twilight said as she walked over while rubbing the spot on her head where she had been kicked.
"What is it saying?" Rainbow inquired, peering over my shoulder. I looked up at them proudly as Twilight read the letter out loud.
"They broke the pot." Twilight read after a bit of struggling with my penmanship (I'd like to see you write neatly with your mouth.) Twilight flashed them an irritated look as they both looked up at the ceiling, which had suddenly become extremely interesting to the both of them.
"That's amazing." Twilight said after returning her attention back to me, "not only is it a winged horse, but it is smart enough to be able to write. I have so many things to ask you!" She exclaimed excitedly. But then, a different look spread upon her face. "I'd bet that you'd be the scientific discovery of the year! I'll get written about in a science textbook!" The idea of being in a book seemed to excite her greatly as she picked me up and started spinning me, all the while laughing her head off in a delighted fashion.
After what had seemed like an eternity, she got dizzy and had to sit down. Oh, what about me you ask? Well, Twi had neglected to put me down and, being unable to protest, I was forced to stay afloat in the air while she rambled on about research.
"Do you think he wants down now?" Spike asked, interrupting Twilight's fantasy.
"Hm? Oh, right!" She blushed as she put me down "sorry about that. I tend to get carried away sometimes."
"Hey," Rainbow interjected, "you wouldn't happen to know a spell so that our friend here can talk, do you?" That's a good point! If anyone can do that, it would be the single smartest person here! Good 'ol reliable Twilight Spark--
"Uh, no." Twilight said sadly "I've never had a use for such a spell. But, our friend here can write to us still, right?" ... You let me down, Twily. "Speaking of which, we still don't have a name for him. What should we call him?" They're trying to name me!? Where's Flutter when I need her?
"Oh! We should call him stormer!" Rainbow exclaimed excitedly "that would be an awesome name!"
"Or maybe we should call him orange. Because of his fur color." Spike added not so helpfully
"What about Star swirl?" Twilight suggested
"Nah. That's lame." Rainbow rubuttled
"Is not!"
"Is so!"
"Why don't we ask him what HE thinks?!"
"Fine by me. So, what do you think?" Rainbow directed her question at me, which came so unexpectedly, it caused me to flinch. "Do you want to be Stormer (she yelled that one) or do you want to be (almost in a crying fashion) Star Swirl?"
Twilight Levitated a paper and pen over to me and I stared at the parchment intensely. After a careful amount of consideration, I wrote down my reply...