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// A Shooting Star 
// Story: A New Flame 
// by Reindeer Games 
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	On the outskirts of a small town on a small road sat a simple two story house with a large yard, and on this small bit of land a young man sat on the porch staring across the road. The birds were singing and the breeze was making the heat bearable for the young man who was sitting simply enjoying the fresh air.

As he watched the small road, he saw a fairly new car start to pull out of the driveway with a happy pair waving at him prompting him to wave back with a grin plastered on his face. He watched the tail light disappear past a twist in the road and he leaned back in the wicker chair letting the sounds of the car fade slowly. 

“Two months, all to myself.” He said to no one in particular, as if to remind himself causing him to chuckle to himself, “Why they trust me I have no idea, but I’m not going to complain.”

The young man stood up and walked to the front door to step inside with a smile on his face, and let time pass slowly. Day slowly became night, and as the front door opened up bringing the young man out into the cool night air causing him to shiver slightly.

The sky was clear, and the moon was shining brightly with the stars were like a scattering of jewels. As the young man stared into the night, a shooting star started to streak through the sky. He stared at it as it traveled across the sky and seemed to grow brighter and brighter as it seemed to get close, as he stepped off his porch to get a clearer view the streak of light.

It took a moment to realize that it was not a shooting star, but something else that seemed to rocket toward the property. The young man could only stare in utter shock as it shot past his front porch and straight into the ground creating a groove in the ground at least ten yards long and half a meter across.

The young man was able to shake himself of the shock as he stepped off the porch and ran to the crash, at first the young man thought it was a satellite or some sort of small aircraft, but as he got closer the shape of the object, now clearly some sort of creature, discredited those thoughts.

It was roughly the size of a German Shepard, and though it was covered with grime and dirt from when it landed was an unusual shade of yellow. The shape of the creature was that of some sort of quadruped and a pair of wings,though they looked bent and a little misshapen from the crash, seemed to share the coloring of its fur. It almost looked like a pony, not almost, it was.

“Oh my god...” The young man said as he stepped into the ‘crater’, having picked up a small stick from the ground and used it to tap the pony’s side with caution. He took a deep breath as it didn't react with the first, and then stepped forward to look closer. He leaned close and saw it was still breathing, he reached out to touch it and felt a warmth that could only be from a living thing with a soft coat that felt like that of a small blanket, but had a similar texture to that of a-

The young man stopped and left his hand where it laid close to the wings of the pony, he stared at the pony’s head and saw the unmistakable features of the ponies he had seen on TV not an hour before.The top of it’s head was cropped with a orange plume, no not a plume a mane. Behind it was a longer tail the same shade of orange, though it was covered in dirt and mud from how it landed.

As the young man reached down to wrap his arms around the Pegasus, he found it was lighter than he would have imagined. He smiled as he brought the pony up toward his chest and felt it shift as if to get comfortable to his chest as he held it like a child with it’s head on his shoulder. He took a deep breath as he started toward the porch staring up sky as he moved in near shock.

Getting into the housed posed a little bit of trouble, as the pony was a bit awkwardly balanced in one hand as he opened the door. He quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him with his foot, and moved into the large living room. Decorated mainly in leather furniture which seemed very large and plush, the pony was gently put onto the couch which was plenty long enough for the pony to lay on. 

As the young man set the pony down, it shifted again and seemed to wince in pain as it’s eyes which had been shut since the young man discovered it started to open. The young man simply stared and stepped back as it’s eyes opened slowly. As it’s eyes opened wider the young man stared into them as they met his own gaze.

They stared at one another for another moment, the pony's eyes darting over his form as the young man stared to try to come to grips at what he was looking at. As his voice started to find itself again, the mare suddenly spoke.

“Where am I?”

As those words left her mouth, clearly female from the tone and the pitch of the voice, the young man could only conclude what he had thought. This wasn't some alien from a science fiction movie, it was a Pegasus. A Pegasus named Spitfire.

A Pegasus that only had existed behind a TV Screen, was laying in front of him and on his couch. So he opened his mouth, but no words came out and only a soft sound of deflation as his wits left him and he could only stare as he felt his sense leave him and he fell backwards. Before he could even think he spoke, how his body found his voice he did not know.

“My house...but you aren't supposed to...be here.” He said as he stared before the lights went out, and he felt the only other thing in the room staring at him in disbelief.  The feeling that seemed to be the only thing they had in common.