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// Chapter Two 
// Story: True Wings 
// by Dandios 
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	I'm practically standing on piles nuts and bolts, my face is covered in oils and grease, and every few minutes I get shocked by this dang electric motor.  This is possibly the best time of my life.  Using the wrench I have in my mouth I tighten a bolt then set it down on the table.  I look up to the one pony that seems to understand me.  He's sitting across the room working on some kind of helmet.  Then, without warning, a small spark filled explosion pops from it.  Making me jump and the brightness of it making me look away.  I look back up seeing him laughing as if this happens all the time.

"You know I never got your name."  I say, trying to make conversation due to the fact that I've lost what I was doing on my work.

"Don't think got yours either,"  He looks up at me, a small scorch on his eyebrow.  "but I've never been good with names.  Anyway, you can call me Pitch."

"Pitch?"  I ask.  "Like in music?"  I wouldn't be surprised with a voice like that.

"Well actually, yes."  Now in an opera like singing voice he says.  "I was born to siiing!  But that was not what I wanted to beee!"  He starts coughing but it soon develops into a laugh.  "As you can see, I'm out of practice.  Long story short though, I was gifted with a great voice but singing wasn't what I wanted to do.  When I found the art of engineering though, I knew it was what I was meant to do.  But you don't want to hear an old pony's story."  He started to turn back to his work.

"Are you kidding!"  I yelled.  "That was one of the most inspirational things I've ever heard!  You not only rejected society and what they wanted you to be, but you also rejected the destiny that was given to you at birth!"

"Well I wouldn't put it that way,"  He's obviously trying to be modest.  "Its just-"

"But you did!"  Interrupting him.  "You even said it yourself, you were born to sing, but here you are, a gear on your flank and a wrench in your hoof."

"You know what, sure, I'm inspirational.  I promote ponies to go out and find who they really are.  What of it?"  He says turning back to his work.

"Well if you really want to know"  I start off, saying it slowly.  "I would rather be a pegasus than an earth pony."

He raises his eyebrow and says "Thats just ridiculous.  I change what my job was, you're trying to change your race.  I'm understanding but you should be proud-"

"Why!? I'm an earth pony in the city!  There are no farms, theres no field, most ponies don't even have gardens!"  Tears start to form in my eyes.  "When I said I wanted to be a pegasus I wasn't trying to say I'm not proud of being a earth pony.  I meant the city was no place for an earth pony like me.  I'm not some filly you can pump hope into.  I see the world how it really is and I know that there's not a lot of places for an earth pony to go in this city.  I'm not saying I want to give up either, if you really must know, I just want to fly.  Its the only thing that I can think of that will give me hope.  Not of my future, not my talent, hope that my dad will come back."  At this point I'm full on crying, my face burns and my eyes hurt.

"I-I had no idea."  I can see his eyes watering.  "If theres anything I can do to help you-"

"You've helped enough, if you need me I'll be at the park till school's over."  I say running out of the door.