//------------------------------// // Chapter 2: On The Run // Story: My Teacher Wild Horse // by SoralTheSol //------------------------------// My Teacher Wild Horse Chapter 2: On The Run Dear Diary, I am writing in you from inside a cave. Teacher has been on edge ever since yesterday. We were confronted by a member of the Royal Guard, and he demanded we return to the palace. I didn’t really take it that well, I started crying and hiding behind Teacher. Teacher picked me up and ran from the guard. I thought we were going to get away but the guard flew after us. I Realized he was a Wind-Whisperer. He reached out towards us and I shrieked. Everything after that was a blur, but I do know that Teacher knocked the guard to the ground. Oh no. Teacher assaulted a Royal Guard! This is bad! This is bad! This is sooo bad! We really are fugitives now. I didn’t want to be a criminal! Maybe… Maybe the Princess won’t find out? I doubt we are that lucky though. No, the guard is going to wake up and report to the princess. Then, Princess Celestia is going to send more after us. Then we are going to get sent to the dungeons. Your very scared owner, Twilight Sparkle Dear Diary, It has been a month since I last wrote in you. I have been counting the days, and if I am right it has been forty two days since my exam. It really couldn’t be helped because there are more guards out looking for us. I knew we would get in trouble when he knocked out the first one. They are patrolling the sky and the ground. We have to be very careful not to be seen and run when we are. Teacher has had me running with him more and more instead of carrying me. I would run as far and as fast as I could but I get tired so much faster than Teacher. It is only when I fall down that teacher carries me Teacher seemed to find a good spot to hide from them though. It is a forest, a deep dark forest. I’m scared. I know that I shouldn’t be, it is just a forest but something about it makes me scared. I need to get to sleep now. Your sleepy writer, Twilight Sparkle. Dear Diary, It hurts. It hurts to write. It hurts to move. It hurts everywhere. I thought it was hard when Teacher just had me running with him. No! That was easy. Now Teacher has me doing so much more. He has me hold rocks in front of me with my hands. They are big rocks too. They are so heavy but I’m not allowed to drop them or let my arms fall. When we stop, my arms feel like jelly. Then I have to start running. I run up hills and down hills and around trees and then I am too tired to walk. Then Teacher has me bend and twist until it feels like something is gonna tear. Then he has be capy his movements. He calls them catas, katas? I dunno. He is getting better at speaking though. Apparently these are the basics for “Fighting Arts”. It sounds like something shiny would want to learn. Your very tired writer, Twilight Sparkle. Dear Diary, Things have gotten better… I think. It has been three months since the exam, counting days has been important. I have a tally sheet. I am still doing all those exercises, but they don’t hurt so much anymore. Teacher is putting me through more Katas now as well. What are katas? That is the word he uses for the funny movements. I am getting quicker with them. But Teacher has been getting some odd things set up in our current camp. Teacher says it is to help with my training. I don’t know how wooden posts are going to help though. I guess I should tell you more about that for once. It has been a long time after all. Teacher is teaching me how to fight like he can. He says what he is teaching me will also let me control my magic better. I didn’t believe him at first. After all, how could fighting help with magic? Then Teacher did something. He started to glow a soft blue, and in one of his hands he held a ball of light. Teacher told me to touch it, saying it would help me understand. It felt warm, but there was something else. While touching it I felt like I could do anything. Teacher says that he will be teaching me how to control this. I was confused, it didn’t feel like magic at all. I used my magic to lift a rock and float it over to Teacher. He was surprised, it was kinda funny. He looked at the rock and my magic closely, at least until it fizzled out. I apologized, however he said he was not upset. Oh yeah, we moved again. This time we are close to a strange old castle. There are several rooms that are still intact so we have shelter from the rain. The main room had this funny pedestal in it though. There were five stone spheres on it, for some reason I get a funny feeling whenever I am near them. Teacher says I shouldn’t touch them. It is really hard not to disobey him on this. I can’t help but feel like I am supposed to take these. It is strange. Your confused writer, Twilight Sparkle. Dear Diary, I. Hate. Training. Twilight. Dairy, It has been two weeks since my last entry and my hands have recovered enough to write more. I am still struggling to hold my quill though. Teacher say’s writing will help make sure my fingers are recovering properly. I have to punch logs! You remember when I told you about those posts Teacher was putting into the ground? Those were for me to hit with my bare hands! It hurts. I think I broke my fingers doing it too. Teacher says my hands are fine, just small fractures. I am certain having a fracture means something is broken. Even after that though he still has me punching the post! He says I need to train my hand but it hurts! It hurts to much to write now. Twilight. Diary, It has been another two weeks. How do I know this? I keep track. How else am I going to keep things organised? I am in a slightly better mood now that my hands don’t hurt as much anymore. Before you ask, yes, I am still punching the post. Teacher told me each time I did it wrong I would do more damage to my hands so I learned how to do it right. Apparently it is something that you can only learn by doing the exercise. Teacher gave me the basic positions but I had to figure out the rest. He said he had to do the same when he was younger than me. I don’t think I like the sound of that. The weather has started to get colder now too. Teacher has been building up a supply of firewood and food. I wanted to help at first, but then he taught me how to prepare a rabbit. I don’t think I will be trying to help with the food again any time soon. I felt so bad when he killed the bunny. Your sad writer, Twilight sparkle. Dear Diary, I have managed to wear grooves into the post. They are the same shape as my fists. I was surprised when Teacher pointed them out to me. I guess his training does work even if it hurts. Speaking of training, Teacher can speak Common pretty well now. I can speak his language just as well as he can now though. Oh yeah, his language is called Nihongo. It is different I will say that much, but it was pretty easy to learn. Teacher seems a little annoyed that I picked up his language faster than he did mine. Spike seems to be picking up bits of both. I was surprised he could speak, I guess he is more special than what I first thought. I learned that Spike eats gems as well as the game teacher brings to camp. I guess I should tell you more about Spike. He is long and slender like a snake, but he has these little legs with talons on them. He is purple, with a green belly and green spines. He is almost as long as I am tall. The little dragon is also clingy. He is always next to me unless he needs to eat. I kinda like that actually. Oh yeah, teacher tied my hair into a ponytail to keep it from getting in the way, and Spike curled around that! He had his body wrapped around my hair with his head and front claws on top of my head. He has a very good hold though, so he doesn’t fall off. My head and hair seem to have become his new favorite spot. Teacher finds that funny, I don’t know whether to be annoyed or not. Your dragon perch, Twilight Sparkle. Diary, I am now certain that Teacher does not know magic. How do I know this? She told me so. Oh, Teacher is a girl right now, it started raining while we were outside. Teacher says she does know of magic, and that her ability to change from a boy to a girl is a form of magic. She says it is a curse she got back when she was sixteen. I think it is neat though. When I asked her how I am going to learn magic then, Teacher said we would be looking for other Spell-Weavers to teach me. He wants me to know how to fight first though. When I asked why, she told me that she won’t always be there to help me. I don’t like that thought. Teacher saved me, and now she and Spike are all I have. I don’t want to lose them too. Maybe… Maybe if I am stronger, I won’t. If I get really strong, in both magic and fighting, then I won’t lose anyone. Goodbye for now, Twilight Sparkle.