I froze, from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes (or hooves). I pressed my teeth together, which caused my jaw to jitter (violently). I closed my eyes, and tried to hide my rainbow-colored mane under the covers. What's the use...? Twilight Sparkle probably already knows who I am (I sure hope not). There's no point in hiding anymore!
You know the feeling you get deep inside your gut; when you reach the highest peak of a roller coaster, and you know you're about to have the time of your life? That's how I felt. I wouldn't say I was excited, but I sure as heck knew that things were going to change. From then on, everything did change. I felt different, more confident. The truth is, I almost lost hope. At last, hope was restored!
My life veered into another direction; Like when you're idly cruising on the highway, and you notice that you're about to miss your exit. You pull yourself together, and you set yourself on the correct path. You know you'll have to cross no-man's-land, and momentarily break the law. It's worth it. Because no matter what you do, you must always stick to the right lane (pun totally intended). In other words, never give up!
My great grandfather fought in the second world war. the 442nd Infantry Regiment. Why am I mentioning this now? It's hard to explain... My father never told me much about my great grandfather, mostly because he knew very little about him.
I remember seeing him flipping through our family album. He stopped turning the pages. He was leaning on his left arm, and looking at a picture of a man in uniform.
"Who is that that, daddy?" I said
my father looked up at me, clutching my teddy bear. He smiled, and looked at me with his kind, twinkling eyes.
"That, son, was a very brave man. He was your grandfather." ...Was...
I sure as heck knew my great grandfather was a man who never ditched hope. Hope was part of him. It was a part of his soul. D-day. Death. Lost hope. So it goes.
All these memories spontaneously flashed through my head, as I was desperately trying to hide myself from fate. "Fate" was in the form of a small, vulnerable-looking purple mare, who's gleeful eyes glistened in the setting sun. I merely caught glimpse of her smiling face, as I was helplessly trying to conceal myself under the covers.
The window creaked open, and I heard a series of small, light footsteps. A rather gruff (actually, not too gruff), boy-like voice broke the silence:
"I dunno twilight, we don't even know who this guy is! He could be harmful..."
Spike, the little devil! Always worried about Twilight. I guess you could say it's, in some way, cute...
Twilight averted her gaze from my bed to Spike.
"Spike! How much harm could a stallion like this do? I mean, he can barely move!" laughed Twilight Sparkle.
"Besides, he looks like Rainbow Dash! His colour scheme is very similar to hers. Maybe he's a distant relative?"
I don't know why (I don't know why I do anything anymore), but at that moment I felt sudden urge to breach their conversation:
I cleared my throat, trying to get Twilight's attention. It didn't work the first time, so I tried again, and again, and again.. Enough is enough! Why won't anypony pay attention to me!? I violently pushed my hooves against the lower part of the bedstead, which caused my back to slam against the wall. My head rammed into the hard surface at 100mph, and I let out a cry of pain.
That's not all: A few moments later, I heard a scraping sound above my head. I looked up just in time to see a dozen thick astronomy books plummeting downwards, towards my face! I shut my eyes, and my fore-hooves shot upwards to protect me from the "books of death". Ready for impact! Nothing...
I opened one eye, then the other. I lifted my head upwards, and stared stupidly at Twilight sparkle, who had a bright pink aura around her horn. I noticed, that she (and Spike) were staring at something above my head. My jaw dropped, and I looked upwards, yet again. *WHAM!*. A small bookshelf detached itself from the wall, and "harmlessly" collided with my face, splitting itself in two (the bookshelf, not my face)! Not only did that pesky shelf give me a nosebleed, but Twilight and Spike started laughing hysterically at my pain!
She released her telekinesis spell, and let the heavy books tumble onto my already-painful forehead. This infuriated me, but not for long. The cute tingle in her laugh caused my hot temper to subside. Besides, who can stay angry at a pony? I never raised my voice at Dashie (never will), even though she was a crude prankster!
I rubbed my aching head with my hoof, and tried to get out of (the) bed. Spike rushed to my bedside, and started shoving me back under the covers.
"Ow! I feel fine, no reason to keep me here any longer!" I exclaimed.
Twilight Sparkle shrugged, and said calmly: "You're in very bad condition. I don't really know why, though". She then trotted over to my bedside, and started collecting the fallen books (using telekinesis, of course). She then tossed them onto Spike, and said:
"Can my number one assistant put these books back where they belong? Just not over our guest's head, because he might knock them down again!"
She made herself comfortable on a nearby beanbag chair (at least it looked like one), and took out a pen and ink, a small notebook, and reading glasses (don't know where she got all those things from, but I barely know anything about magic either). That's Twilight Sparkle for you! always trying to learn, trying to get her facts straight (It's something that she obviously can't live without). In fact, I was expecting her to do something like that. Things like that define a human's (or pony's) personality. Personality is the visible aspect of one's character. In other words, It specifies their actions (Future actions, past actions - it doesn't matter).
She heaved sigh, put on her reading glasses, and opened her notebook on the last page (she obviously used it quite a lot..
"Right, so... Let's begin, shall we?" She said, with the usual change of pitch at the end of her sentence.(I had to stop myself from hugging her! She looked (and sounded) so cute! I guess that might be the main reason why humans aren't allowed in Equestra....)
Spike, arms full of books, rolled his eyes, and said: "Twilight, you know better... Leave the poor guy alone! You already purposefully dropped your entire collection of the Starswirl the Bearded's astronomy books on his head!"
A few moments later, I heard a soft tap on the front door (I had a strong sense of hearing, with those new ears etc...). Twilight looked up from her notes, and said: "Spike, get the door! It's probably Fluttershy... She's the only pony who barely touches the door when she tries to knock on it!"
"I'm kind of busy right now!" Grumbled spike, who was already on the top of a bookshelf ladder.
*tap, tap, tap*.
I decided I could be of use, since I was always cooped up in bed all day long. I threw the blankets off my body, and leaped off the bed. My wings momentarily spread across the room, before I neatly folded them back. I shook my head, trying to get my mane in order. I calmly approached the front door, while the others gaped in amazement.
*BANG!*. I bucked the door open, and stood towering over poor Fluttershy. Because of my height, I couldn't see anypony before I looked down.
"I-I'm sorry...for...I-I-" Whimpered Fluttershy.
*Author's note*: I typed this up on my phone (I was on a train), because I love you guys so much /)(^3^)(\.