//------------------------------// // Chapter #3 The Miracle Flyer // Story: Blind Affection // by GodOfBBQ //------------------------------// "Well aren't you going to tell me?" Asked the mare blankly staring at the air. "Uh, um, lets no worry about names now, uh why don't you tell me how you ended up in the everfree." Said Avian sweating to the guilt. "I was in the everfree!?" Exclaimed Blurry jerking upwards "Ah, my wing! What happened to me?" Asked Blurry actually looking in the right direction this time. "Oh I when I found you, you had a broken wing and a twisted hoof but I patched you up while you were still out." Said with a caring voice. "Oh, you're so sweet. Sweeter than the other stallions in my life." Said Blurry starting to tear up. "Y-you're crying?" Asked Avian. "Of course, what else would I be doing?" Asked Blurry wiping the tears away with her hoof. "It's just that, I didn't know blind ponies can cry." Said Avian with the same caring tone. "Of course we can silly, we might not have sight but we still have emotions." Said Blurry with a small grin, still with little tears in her eyes. "By the way, what do you mean by other stallions in your life?" Asked Avian. "Oh, well when I was young I never fit in to any of the schools that I went to. Ponies would make fun of me, for being blind, and when I went to my parents they would always know what to say to make me feel better about myself. Even though the shower of complements my parents gave me made me feel better, they would never stay long enough when I would be bullied. The others would call me clumsy, a mistake, and the worst one of all, blind spot." Blurry stopped to sob for a few seconds, but Avian comforted her the best he could without making it awkward. He felt bad because the last name she mentioned and said was the worst one was the name Avian called her all those years ago. She continued "Well I wanted to prove all those ponies wrong! So I trained with my father who was a physical trainer for the flight school, anyway he helped me both physically and mentally. He helped me become aware to me surroundings but not with sight, but with hearing, smelling, and feeling. A miracle flyer, that's what my father called me. He was so impressed he decided to enroll me into the flight school he worked in. I was the happiest filly in Equestria that day, but that night everything went downhill, my mother became very ill, so we took her to the hospital. She was diagnosed with tuberculosis. And a few days would pass but for me, felt like centuries. The last day I saw her she was barely able to speak, she told me to always hang on because one day everything will go better for me, she promised that. Her death hit me like a knife to the chest, but I made a promise to her on the day of her funeral, I promised that I would make the comment she stated about everything being better for me a reality. So when I entered the flight school I was very excited to show that I am the miracle flyer, but like the ponies back in the old school they bullied me, they would lock me in the bathroom and make me sleep in the tub because they said I didn't deserve the nice warm feeling of a bed. But I just shrugged it off, for I knew I would prove them wrong. And when I flew for the first time I did what I wanted to to I surprised the crowd. After that day I was respected much more. Until the final flight test. When I had my accident. When I fell to the ground a very mean sounding colt yelled at me calling me useless and a blind spot, but worst of all he called me a mistake. And for a moment I felt like I was one, a mistake that shouldn't have been created. That night I was ready to end it all. I was going to slit my throat with a razor, but something told me not to, the voice sounded a lot like my mom. That's why I didn't go through with it. I didn't want to disappoint my mother As Blurry ended her story she had tears dripping down her face coming from her closed eyes. Avian feeling very bad at this point comforted Blurry with a warm soft hug and wiped away the tears with his hoof. At this point he didn't care how awkward it got he sat on the bed with her and let her lean on his shoulder. And they stayed like that until Blurry fell asleep. Since it was only around 9:30 and Avian and Wacky usually stayed up till mid-night talking, drinking, and listening to music. So that night Avian told Wacky everything Blurry told him. He then told asked him what he should do. It may sound odd but if Wacky was high enough he actually gave very great advice, and at times he can even tell the future, but that's very rare. "Wacky, I feel real bad about Blurry, I want to tell her who I am but I don't want her to think of me as the mean kid who made her nearly commit suicide, I want her to think of me as the nice young stallion who saved her from the everfree. What should I do?" Avian asked while grabbing another cider from the fridge. "Well, here's what I think bro, maybe you should let her get to know you better so that way when you tell her the truth she will totally forget the fact you nearly made her end her own life." Said Wacky while taking another long huff of his bong. "That's it! I'll just take real good care of her and when I'll tell her she'll completely forget what I did! Wacky you're a damn genius!" Yelled Avian while patting Wacky a pat on the back. So hard in fact he made Wacky drop his bong. "Dammit Avian! You're buying me another bong!" Yelled Wacky while storming off to his room. "You deserve it my friend, you deserve it."