//------------------------------// // Rising // Story: Leap of faith // by Theblacksmithbrony //------------------------------// Maybe I'll see mom again A sad little thought. It gave me something else than the fast approaching ground to focus on. So I focused on it and tried to remember her. Closing my eyes, I could picture her face. Her mane was made of a similar puff shape that was seen on Pinkie Pie, but strawberry blond, with that same ability to defy the laws of gravity. Her fur the colour of fallen snow and her golden eyes were always filled with such joy and her attitude was much like a surprise box. She always had a trick hidden in a cloud that would bring a smile on a ponies faces. Then I took the matter at hoof. Still keeping my eyes closed, I embraced the feeling of free fall. I could feel the weightlessness take hold of my body, bringing me down the gorge faster and faster. So this is what it feels like to fly. It felt so natural, so real. I opened my wings to relish in the moment, enjoying the feeling of wind flowing past them, ruffling feathers and fur, my hair whipping back behind my head. Just like how it did on the scooter when I forgot my helmet. It felt free. I felt free. I opened my eyes. The image of my mother faded and I was greeted with the sight of the fast approaching ground. My instincts took hold and my wings swivelled to create a drag. It wasn't working. Flapping frantically wasn't working either. I quickly began to regret my decision. Wait what does rainbow dash do in a dive? Remembering the form that RD takes, I tried to mimic it. I pointed my head down and tucked my hooves in. My wings folded in and I held the form The speed was picking up now but I needed to wait. Wait for it. Wait for it. Wait. NOW, Scoots! My wings opened and could feel the force of the wind catching on. This time instead of swivelling my wings I tilted my body. It worked, its working. I was picking up speed but I wasn't traveling straight down to my doom. I was going diagonally. I tilted more. Yes! I was now flying in a horizontal angle free from decent. I stretched my wings as wide as I could, feeling them pop and crack. I now realised why I couldn't fly before. I'm so used to flapping my wings close to my body with a buzzing pattern but not with them fully stretched out and flapping hard and powerful. This created a better control of the air around me. "I can fly!" I squeed to myself. I loved the feeling, I felt free, I felt as if I could go anywhere, I felt safe. But I forgot something. I'm still in the gorge. The reality hit me hard. Literally. My left wing caught onto an protruding rock. Spinning wildly out of control and pulling in my wing from the sudden pain that was inflicted. Something was wrong. It was broken and I am now in some serious pain. I looked up to see a fast approaching cliff face. "Oomph" I bounced head first off the cliff and landed hard on my injured wing. "Ahh! My wing. Sweet Celestia!" I screamed from both the rebroken nose and shattered wing. I cried. I thought I had the strength to do this. I didn't. I'm nothing but a coward, a coward who can't even fly right. Dad was right. I am useless. This was all pointless. The last thing I could do right and I failed. That feeling took hold. I felt hollow. I felt as if I truly did mean nothing in this life. The one time I could fly and I messed up. Still crying from the pain, I could feel myself losing a grip on reality. Both from blood pouring out my nose and the immense pain I'm feeling, I could do nothing but let the dark haze take control. My vision started tunnelling. I rolled and looked to the sky. It was a bright day. Being in this dark gorge made it feel even brighter. I enjoyed the sunshine and blue skies while I waited for the bliss of unconscious. Slowly my vision darkened till the point I could see just a dull comparison to earlier. Well maybe this isn't the way I'd thought I'd go but it'll have to do. With that thought I let reality slip then stopped and tried to fight. I saw something other than rock and sky. A streak of rainbow.