“What did you do?” I wailed.
“We had to amputate…” the nurse replied, rubbing the ground nervously with her hoof, “it was the only way to keep you alive…”
The trials you must face to get to me...alive….
“Gahh!” I yelped suddenly, snapping back into reality.
“What was it dear?”
“N-n-n-nothing..” I stammered, trying to produce a laugh which came out like an awkward high-pitched squeal. The nurse eyed me suspiciously before deciding to continue:
“Well anyways dear, your wing turned a nasty shade of black one night and...your feathers began to fall off, we couldn’t just let you die so the doctor decided to take you in for an emergency operation.”
“Why did my wing turn...black?” I asked, a sensation of dread seeping into me and settling itself in the pit of my stomach which began to churn.
“We don’t know, dear, and we probably never will but it’s a good thing we got that wing off you.”
“Right…Well...I don’t seem to need you anymore….if you could just...go now?”
“Sure thing.” The nurse replied. She cast me a smile, turned, and left.
The beast! The fur….that black fur...that obsidian fur….my wing….
“My wing….” I repeated in a mere whisper, placing a hoof tenderly under the small fragment of wing I had left and inspecting it carefully:
“No.”