“My life starts now! If it was not for everyone doing almost the same thing, I am sure I would be getting some weird looks right now, but I don't care, I have just finished University! The long awaited day where I could take a step in to the world, and find my place, had finally come. My desired area was of course system engineering, I had after all just spent five years learning about it. Finally! I can finally put away the books and actually start working, get a job, get a house, no a home! This truly is the best day of my entire life!”
That was just over a year ago, how stupid was I, thinking it would be that simple. I stared over the slim metal balcony; the tide was out, and the beach itself empty. The sun was setting, and leaving nothing but a thin crimson line in the horizon behind. This was the only thing worth admiring these days. I was six foot tall, fairly well built and had short brown hair. During my days at university I tried to go to the gym as often as possible, it was more so a personal thing, I told myself that I could eat whatever I wanted as long as I went, a poor excuse for my university eating habit, but I made more effort than most to rectify it at least.
My phone was once more vibrating, no doubt to remind me of the voicemail I have been ignoring for the past several hours, I had hoped my phone would have grown sentient by now and realized I wasn't going to check if I hadn't the past several times it bellowed to me to do so.
I sighed, even that seemed too loud for this location. Everything was so quiet, it was always quiet, I don’t know why each day i expect different. Not that I am complaining about having the space to think, but it would be nice for this barren little town to have something in the way of a distraction.
I sat down on the balcony overlooking the sun-baked beach, my feet dangling over what must have been a twenty foot drop down. If I did fall I am sure the sand would cushion most of the impact anyways. Fine.. Lazily pulling out my phone, I clicked on the voice mail notification. A short silent beep rang from my phone, before finally replaying the message it had been alarming me about.
“How are you doing? I have been trying to call you, is something wrong?” "End of Message, press -"
I stopped the playback. The message was nothing new. That has to have been the fifth message this week from her. Though her voice was sounding more and more distraught with each one. I know parents are meant to worry about you, but this was getting trivial. Though she was right to a degree. In the hope of finding work I moved out to this dead town. As luck would have it, the economy here took a swing for the worse soon after getting here, any work I could find was normally low pay, enough to pay rent, yet nowhere near as much as I expected when I thought about my career at university. Being a System engineer I had seen myself working in large teams, managing massive projects doing something with my life, an aspiration I looked forward to, at this point at least, but knew that it wouldn't get fulfilled if I stayed here in this ghost town.
I picked up my bag, a sleek brown Messenger bag that I had bought soon after finishing university. It was light, to be expected,, just a few scraps of paper and my phone charger. I bought the bag in hope that I would be carrying my own tools, or maybe folders of important information. As sad as it may be from an outside perspective but the lack of said items was slightly depressing, if not for the reason it reminded me of how things had turned out.
I must had been here at least an hour now. The sun was no longer visible, the moon now illuminating the sky tinting it a dark blue. I was in no rush to head back, it's not like I had much to go back to. My apartment had the bare essentials and even they were of low standards, it didn't even feel like my house let alone a home. I can still picture the foolish ideal of a house I had in mind that day I finished university, a two story house with it’s own garage for if I ever learnt to drive, a large living room and my own personal study. It’s silly when you think about it, why would someone need so much room? I can’t give you the answer, I was hoping I would find out if I ever actually got a hold of it.
“Agh!” My hands flying to my eyes, “What the hell!?” My vision suddenly blurry, something or someone was shining what seemed like high-beams directly into my face. Wait, I swear I fell backwards, where was the pain from hitting the floor, or the cushioning blow of sand beneath me if I had fallen to the beach. Moving my hand away, the light somewhat dimmer if not only for my eyes trying to adjust. I stared at what seemed to be a black dot in the distance, slowly growing larger, wait was it coming at me? No, I feel like I'm moving, though for the lack of any wind I’m unsure how I could tell exactly, but in any case I was moving directly to whatever that black dot is.
Thump, I felt my body finally make impact, though, what exactly I had fallen on, did not feel like concrete or sand, no it was something.. softer. Opening my eyes, still partially disoriented from whatever that light was, I stared down, an indistinct white, almost cushioning was beneath me. Shaking my head, and then re-opening my eyes, I looked forward. There, in front of me.. clouds, it hit me, I was not on the ground any more, nowhere near it, the final justification was when I glanced over the thing I was sitting on, only to be hit with sudden vertigo as I looked down to the ground, which now seemed to be miles away. Shaking my head once more, I stood up. Looking down, I realized what I was standing on, a cloud like the one’s I had observed in front of me, somehow I was standing on a collection of water vapor. I would have focused more on this, if it was not for the thing I saw next...
My arm, well what was my arm, now was a leg, a leg covered in fine silver fur, stretching down to a hoof. I must have hit my head hard. I looked, raising my arm just to clarify it was mine, it was and so was the other one parallel to it. Turning my head back, I noticed this was not all that had changed. I was now standing on all fours, a brown tail sagging behind me, I was a horse. No smaller than a horse, I was a pony. Wait wrong again I was a Pegasus. The wings, which had blended with my sides matching the silver fur that now covered me, moved a little involuntarily. It’s sad, a lucid dream such as this and yet I feel like the things on my sides are foreign, I certainly can’t trigger whatever muscle they were attached too.
Letting out a small laugh, I looked down, the vertigo hitting me once more, though I knew this had to be a dream, I bet if I jumped I would either wake up face first in some sand, or with a massive headache from hitting the concrete. The sand was the best option as long as it didn't just coat some jagged rocks below.
“Fuck it” I jumped, the wind now tearing at me, Still smiling, I was waiting to wake up. Still falling... That can't be good. I started to panic, frantically swinging my new hooves around until it dawned on me, I was not dreaming this was real, and so was the ground that was getting closer and closer with each second. I closed my eyes accepting the inevitable, my only thoughts being of how stupid I was for jumping, that and the thought of what a Silver pony Pegasus splatter might look like.
The wind stopped almost instantly, well the majority of it, had I hit? Was I dead? Opening my eyes, I saw below me the grass covered ground. Somehow I had stopped, had I fell for any longer I would probably be a stain of red on the green grass. Letting out a breath of relief, one that I did not know I was holding until that point. I wanted to see what or who had stopped me. Turning my head, I squinted into the glare of the sun, barely perceiving the silhouette of my savior
It was a pony, another Pegasus from what I can assume. The Pegasus looking back at me with a look that I can only describe as a disquieted and concerned stare. The blur of the pony now coming into focus, A luscious yellow fur covered face, only outdone with the flame like mane that rested atop her head.
Since when I did I start using the word “luscious”?