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// Dream 1: To find Poise 
// Story: Becoming a God: Forgotten Past 
// by MrMoho 
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Won't be able to walk anymore someday, he said, won't be able to use his wings, he said, probably won't get very old... Oh, I heard them talk, I knew what was wrong with me. I'll show them, show them all... 

I sat in the basement of Canterlot, somewhere, like always when I wanted to be alone. It's not like somepony would stumble across me anyway. I worked at my first great invention: A exoskeleton for my legs. When I shove this in their faces after it's finished, they will have quite the surprise. A surprise telling them how wrong they are!

Suddenly, a nut sprang off. Oh great, come back here you little... When I was reaching out for the damn thing my whole invention fell apart. Again. I began to cry. Who was I kidding? I was born to be a cripple and there was nothing I could do about it. Celestia with her stupid sympathy would take care of me for the rest of my life, trying to play my mother the few times she actually has time for me, even though she is not. Oh yes, I also knew that I'm a orphan, Tinker told me, told me after I presented him my first try in engineering. He just said it was useless trash, told me that I should stop calling him dad...

I kicked my invention out of desperation, scattering parts around. I hated them, I hated everyone. All of them with their false stares of pity, thinking that I can't take care of myself. And the worst part about it was that they were probably right... Why did I even continue? Every time I tried to prove them wrong I got hit twice as hard back by the truth. And if I somehow actually achieved it, would they even care? No... No they wouldn't. They would just shrug it off as if they just lost some dumb bet. I... I thought about just ending it sometimes... Ending it all. But I couldn't. No, I refused to use the cowards way, the liars way.

I took deep breaths and began to recollect the parts I scattered. But when I walked over to the bolt that started this whole fiasco, I suddenly noticed one of the many doors here standing open. Strange, usually every door down here is locked tight. Should I...? Yes, I should. I mean, when do you ever get a chance like this? I took a glance behind it, seeing a long corridor littered with torches burning in the purest flames I've ever seen. After I looked back at my broken invention one more time, I gathered all my courage and entered.

The corridor was long, very, very long. Probably about ten minutes of walking long, at my speed, at least, and it did never make a curve. Where the hay did this lead? Finally, at the end of the damn thing I reached a giant, sphere-like room. How did this fit beneath the castle? For real now, it was almost as roomy as the throne room! On the walls giant bookcases towered over me, filled with, well books, but each as thick and wide as a grown up! In the middle of the giant room a black and white tiled circle adorned the floor, on which a pony stoo- Oh snap, Celestia! 

I panicky looked for a hiding spot, and found one between two giant volumes. Luckily, she was too distracted to notice my clumsy attempts of climbing into the bookcase with looking at the ceiling and... crying? Why was she crying? Looking up myself, I couldn't see anything in particular except the giant stone ceiling.

The period of what felt like a aeon passed before Celestia finally decided to abandon the room and let me move my limbs again. When I shook my hurting legs back to live again, I myself walked into the middle of the room. Maybe you could only see something if you stood in the strange, colorless area? When I entered the garnished floor, the black and white tiles suddenly assumed their opposite color rapidly in succession. Looking up, before my eyes I saw something that changed me, changed the way I thought and looked at things...