LETTERS TO CELESTIA
LETTER ONE – IF A PEGASUS FALLS IN A FOREST....
“This is a bad idea. You know I'm bad at writing”.
“You are not as bad as you think”.
“You had a good teacher”.
“Thank you again. I guess I should write this but she's a princess. Why would she give a hill of oats about what happened to me”.
“Trust me, she asked me to write to her about what I discovered since I came here. I think the views of another pony is not going to hurt. Besides, if you want me to help you with this you are going to have to write these letters”.
“Okay, I guess I better start with...”
Dear Princess Celestia
I know you probably don't know anything about me but your student, Twilight Sparkle, asked me to write to you. She said that it would be edocational educational for me and I guess she knows best. I guess my story really begins four months ago. I was taking a few apples from a tree on a farm on the outskirts of Ponyville. On the assumption that, since it was the dead of night, no pony would see me while I took a few apples. That was my first mistake.
“What in tarnation do you think you are doing?”.
Due to a lack of space I had folded my wings in close to my body while I was sitting on the branch. That was my second mistake. I jumped at the voice, then remembered that I was sitting on a branch, twenty foot off the ground. I hadn't fully unfolded my wings when I landed on my right wing. The snapping noise was almost as bad as the pain as something broke inside my wing. The last thing I saw before passing out was a angry looking orange pony with a odd hat looking down at me.
I woke up and could see that I was in some place well lit with strip lights. I felt funny, I knew I had broken a wing but I felt numb, not piercing pain like I had just after I fell out of the tree.
“Do I have to write this? I sound like, I sound like what I used to be”.
“Go on”.
I guessed I was probably drugged out of my mind. I looked around, it was definitely a hospital room, although my head still felt fuzzy. I could hear somepony talking, judging by the accent it was probably the pony who had caused my fall from grace.
“Maybe I should cross that bit out. It sounds a little stupid”.
“No, write whatever comes to you. You'll probably find it helps”.
She was talking to another pony about me. That I had damaged one of their prime apple trees and that I was going to have to pay them back. There was another voice, saying that I should have been handed to the guard for stealing. I looked around, trying to work out a way to get out of the room. One look at my wing, all bandaged up and from the look of it, with a...
“What did you say the term was?”.
“A splint”.
A splint meaning I could barely move it. I was going nowhere.
“Ah, she's awake”.
I looked over at the voice, the orange mare with the odd hat was there, along with a pony I assumed was a doctor, a blue pegasus with a multi-coloured mane and a big red stallion. The red stallion and the doctor looked concerned. Both mares looked angry. The doctor explained that I wouldn't be flying for three or four months, I had apparently been lucky that I had just broken most of the bones in my wing. I could have had to lose my wing. I was so disheartened by that revelation that I almost managed to ignore the blue pegasus's comment that I should be in prison then started to take complete notice when the orange mare told me something.
“The way ah see it we'd be perfectly fine to call the guard after you tried to rob our farm, isn't that right, Big Mac”.
The big red stallion jut nodded. “Eeyup”. As I was to find out, Big Macintosh is a pony of few words.
“That's an understatement”.
“Shush, Spike”.
“But we might need some help with the harvest so as soon as you're able to get out of bed you'll be staying at Sweet Apple Acres until you pay us back. The first time you try to run or don't do what you're told to we call the guard”.
I took the time it took for the mouthy pegasus to complain that she was crazy to let what had just been said sink in. I was going to have to stay with a pair of Earth Ponies while I paid off the damage I did falling out of their tree. The truth was that the idea of a roof over my head was a little appealing but spending months on the ground was less than appealing. What use was I going to be farming. I'm a city pony, my lack of outdoor skills is more than proven by the fact that I was stealing apples in order to eat. At that point I wished I had never flown over Ponyville in the first place. As it was, I was going to be stuck living on a farm with a bunch of rural types who had me by the tail.
I honestly couldn't see how things could get any worse. As it turns out the exact reverse was true.
I think I should probably end this here. There's a dragon complaining that the letter is getting a bit long for him to send. Having seen the way he sends letters to you I'm going to bow to his greater knowledge.
Your loyal subject.
Wandering Star.