The New Beginning

by Dress72


01 Memory's End

I was falling. Not falling like someone-pushed-me-of-a-cliff falling, although I would have to say, that might be fun. Anyways, I was falling because I had jumped out of an airplane six kilometers up in the air. I know, the atmosphere up there is very thin, and it is extremely difficult to breath, but I love things that make my adrenalin pump. In simple words, I’m a dare devil, a thrill seeker, an adrenalin junky. Call me what you like. But I won’t stop doing it, and I won’t hate you no matter what you say to or about me.
Back to falling. I had my body completely perpendicular to the ground with my head back as so I can see the ground. I counted down. 4100, 4000, 3900, 3800… I could feel the atmosphere returning around me. 3500, 3400, 3300…
Down, down, down I went until something strange happened. Lights started to appear, and no, I wasn’t on anything, except for natural adrenalin, nor were they the type of lights you see when light headed. No, these were full on light that shifted colors, blinked, and they were collecting right in front of my head. Now, I also know that while this was awesome in so many ways, I was beginning to freak out, mostly because I had hit 1000 in my count, and it was time to deploy the parachute. Yanking on the cord, nothing happened. This sent my adrenalin sky rocketing (no pun intended). ‘Ok, not the first time this has happened,’ I though before I pulled the backup parachute cord. Again, nothing happened.
“Shit!” I yelled. My count was at 500. Time seamed to slow down at that point. 450, 400, 350, 300. I counted down by 50s this time and still, the lights were coming. 250, 200. ‘So this is how my life ends.’ 150, 100. “FUCK YOU WORLD!” My last memento to the world. Never once did I look away from the ground, or changed my position to try to slow my decent, even a little.
ZAP!!! I was millimeters from the ground when it happened, and no, the zap noise didn’t actually sound, I just added that part to make it sound cooler. I was up in the air again, although looking down I saw that the landscape had changed, dramatically, as well as the colors.
I saw below me, what I estimated about 500 meters, a group of birds, all different colors. “MOVE YOU FUCKING BIRDS!” I couldn’t help but yell at them, knowing that I would be in pain upon impacting them.
To my amazement, the birds just stopped in mid-air, and looked up at me. “GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU, BIRDS!” I couldn’t help it. I may like to feel adrenalin rushes, but I hate to feel pain. Ironic, I know. The birds didn’t move a single inch from where they floated so I attempted to change my course, but the birds stayed directly under me.
I felt it necessary to scream at them once more. “MOVE YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!!” and to my amazement they did, even if it was to just huddle in a circle below me.
Again with the lights. They just wouldn’t leave me alone. Put my arms up in front of me to protect my face, and I was so stupefied by the sight, that I forgot that I was falling to my death. White fur, I saw white fur on my arms, and looking at my hands, I saw hooves instead.
Throwing out my arms, the birds under me must have finally gotten the idea to part and let me fall in peace. I spun, and spun, and spun until I decided to level out. Might as well enjoy falling to my death, again. Parting my limbs from each other, I felt my speed decrease at a substantial rate, like my parachute had finally opened. Looking behind me, I saw that I had wings. Wings about the length on my arms no less! I no longer felt the fear that I once had when falling at terminal velocities with no parachute, but the joy of soaring through the sky. It was like ecstasy, or so I have heard from friends, never been one to do drugs. I quickly did a spin while doing a back flip, getting use to the wings almost instantly, and then was nose diving again. I just continued to spin. I felt the air rush my body, make my hair whip back, and a strange sensation at my rear. Looking back I saw that I had a tail! The tail was as pure white as my arms but had red tips, and now that I was looking, the rest of me.
‘Ok,’ I thought, ‘I need to check my appearance.’ Looking around, I saw a town with a small river running through it. ‘That river looks so bright and blue. In fact, all buildings look bright and colorful.’ I idly thought to myself, even though I had come to this conclusion before.
I aimed for the center of the town, still spinning, still in my nose dive. Timing it perfectly, I did a 180 degree front flip, flapped my wings with incredible strength, and landed unharmed with a loud thud. I heard a gasp behind me, saw a pink pony that quickly dashed away, and was left slightly dumbfounded. Looking around, I saw that most everyone there was either a pony, unicorn, or pegasus. Things didn’t get weird until I was approached by a purple unicorn. Fine, I guess everything was weird, but I was living my dream of having wings. Who cares if I got turned into who knows what, I GOT WINGS! Anyways, purple unicorn.
“I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?” it asked. Again, I was dumbfounded. I stood there for about half a second before I straightened up, walked over to the unicorn in question, and proceeded to poke it in multiple places, while resting my head on one of my hand, hoof, thing, and ignoring the slight yelps of discomfort coming from it.
“Are you, *Yelp* alright? *Yelp* Will you, *Yelp* STOP THAT!” The horn of the unicorn started to glow as I continued to poke. Poke, Poke, Poke, Jab empty air, Jab empty air, Jab empty air, stop. Look around. “Are you done?”
Turning around, I see the same unicorn. Going up to it, and Poke, Poke, Poke. Stop. “How did you do that?” I asked, stopping my poking.
“Do what? Teleport?”
“Yah, that, and talk, and be colorful.” I listed the things I was confused about.
“Um, are you sure you are okay?” She looked at me like I was crazy. I knew it was a she because it sounded like one… I’m good at identifying gender through voice.
“I never said that I was, did I? I mean, I fell from around 20,000 feet, almost hit the ground, then fell another, who knows what. Then, I suddenly grow wings and am able to fly safely down. But I’m not saying that it wasn’t awesome to be able to fly down, but weird as hell. And lastly, I meet a unicorn, and a purple one at that, that can talk, and teleport. Over all I would say that I am, in fact, not alright.” I finished my tirade the same way I started it, completely calm.
“O~ka~y~ then. Follow me and you can get some rest.” She turned around and started to walk away, leaving me to catch up. “My name is Twilight Sparkle. What is your name?”
I decided to not use my real name and instead chose to use something random. “White ‘Bond’ Wind. I rarely use my full name. You still haven’t answered my questions.”
She took the name without hesitation, “Nice to meet you White Wind. I teleport using magic, and I’m born being able to speak, and am naturally colored, everypony should know those things. I mean, you, yourself are a pony, you should know this. Were you isolated from birth or something?” She asked the question like it was nothing, and, to be honest, I was slightly offended.
Despite being offended, I said sarcastically, “You could say something like that.” I got to tell you, when I came to this place, I was freaked the hell out, and when a blue, winged pony landed literally 3 feet in front of me and started talking, my head kind of just… shut down.
“That was totally awesome! The way you fell freely, the sudden stop, then back flip, the spinning nose dive, then that awesome landing! You have got to teach me that!” Like I said, my brain just shut down. I heard what it said, but registered none of it, nor registered the gender associated with it. “Uh, hello~?” It waved a hoof in front of my face, and I still didn’t register anything. “Is he alright?” it asked the purple pony. Did I say yet how my mind wasn’t registering anything? Yah, that goes for names too. I also might have fallen over at that point. Don’t know, told I that had.
“We should get him someplace to rest.” At this point, my mind not only reached the ‘loss-of-all-things-registering’ point and the ‘loss-of-motor-control’ point, but also the, ‘I-just-give-up-this-is your problem’ stage as well, causing me to go into a comatose like state. The next thing I know, I had come out of the ‘suspended’ state that my mind decided to use when it shut down, and found myself in a bed within a library, the last thing I could remember before that was, White Wind, Magic, and being born talking.
“WERE AM I, AND WHY IS THERE A BED IN A LIBRARY!” I started with a yell that shattered the windows. Okay, fine, they didn’t shatter the windows, but they shook them quite ferociously. Alright, alright, they only mildly shook. You know what! If you want the truth, then ask someone else! I like to be a bit over dramatic sometimes. But if you must know, they didn’t shake at all from the shout. You happy now? Too bad.
“You are in my room. I live in a library. It’s good to see that you are awake Mr. White Wind.”
“Please, if you are going to use ‘Mr.’ then call me Mr. Bond,” I corrected her slightly. God how I love the 007 movies. Being able to use James Bond’s last name was a dream come true. Now, back to my original goal for landing, “Do you have a mirror I could use? I need to check something.”
“My friend, Rainbow Dash, and I brought you here after you stopped responding and moving. And sure.”
“Who?” I asked as I watched her walk away.
“ME! Am I so uncool that somepony such as you would forget me?”
“What? Have we met before? Wait. Blue coat, rainbow mane. I think you were one of those damn birds that collected under me as I fell!”
“I’m not a bird! I’m a pegasus! And we collected under you to catch you… that is until we saw you change from whatever you were to this pony. Also, nice cutie mark. Never seen a pony with a tornado for a cutie mark before.”
“My what?”
“Oh yah, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that. How did you get a cutie mark like that?” Twilight returned with a mirror floating in front of her.
“My what?” I asked again, getting a response this time in the form of the two pointing at my butt. Looking where they were pointing, I saw that I, in fact, did have a tattoo like thing on my butt, and it was, in fact, of a tornado. I took the mirror that was floating in front of me now, and wondered how the hell I was able to take it with a hoof. I ended up staring at the hoof and handle for a few minutes before being snapped out of my trance.
“Are you alright?” the familiar voice from the purple pony rang out.
“Hu,” looking up, I saw two ponies with worried expressions on their faces, which confused the hell out of me. Again. “I think I answered this yesterday, no I am not. Although I did get better a little when my brain reset itself as to cope with this situation. I’m not dead am I?”
“No, you are not dead.” Twilight replied once more.
I actually looked in the mirror this time and saw something that I kind of knew, but had yet to confirm. “HOLY SHIT I’M A PURE WHITE PEGASUS!” Again I stared in the mirror for a while.
“Well duh.” Rainbow dash said with emphasis on the ‘duh’.
“Okay… brain shutting down again. Estimated time before re-boot, one hour. Estimated time for memory to adjust itself to current situation, 24 hours. Do not disturb, else memory damage will happen. Good Bye.” I said with a robotic undertone before collapsing for a second time.