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// Chapter 2, Dusk Glider 
// Story: Life Change, in 127.8 Seconds 
// by Cool writer 
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	So, there I was watching an eclipse when my life changed forever. You're probably expecting some "spectacular" event. Like a radioactive spider bite, or a comet crashing into the ground with a rainbow trail behind it, giving me super powers. No. Instead, well... this happened...

I was sitting in my lawn chair, looking up at the sky, thinking about a dream humans had since they could dream: flight. The ability to soar has always been so appealing to humans. And that was exactally, what I was thinking about. I like to think. I need to think to keep up with Uncs. He's always thinking. All the time.	I've always wanted to think like that, but I don't think I have the "mental capacity" for it, whatever that means. Uncs has been a great caretaker and an equal role model... minus his "book hybernations." I do love him... I just sometimes wish he didn't go into those hybernations, or that he could take me with him. I pushed my mind off of that and decided to focus on another dream of mine: love. Living in the middle of nowhere Oregon, isn't exactly plentiful with opportunities to fall in love. So for me, romance is just a daydream, an element of stories. I looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star. I didn't have time to make a wish before it started zig-zagging in a horizontal direction, leaving behind a white trail. After a few moments, the star stopped moving and faded. The white trail was still there. It looked like a glowing crack. 

The crack the floated down from the sky, as if it were only a few feet up. I saw the glowing crack, hovering a few feet above the ground. It then opened. Out of it, shot a grey blur. The blur slammed into me (more to the left), and I felt two pinpricks of pain in my left arm. Something (two somethings) from the grey object was puncturing my arm. I was flying with it for a few feet before we crashed to the ground. The thing rolled off of me and what was puncturing my arm came out. I moved my hand to the spot where I was injured. Something cool and liquid was there. I was dazed from haveing an object thrown at me from a glowing space crack, so I couldn't see it clearly, but my jacket sleeve was very slowly turning red. I balled up my sleeve and covered the wound. I then looked at the object. My jaw dropped. Standing before me, was a horse, a small horse, but still a horse. It was gray with a navy blue main and tail. It also had grey bat wings. It looked like a male. The crack closed and vanished.
"What the-" I began. I was cut off by the horse, talking.
"Ugh, my head." He said, rubbing his head with a hoof. A small pain began to emanate from the wound. I gripped my arm tighter.
"What?!?" I exclaimed upon hearing the talking horse. "Who, or what are you?!?" I asked. He turned and looked at me. His eyes bulged and he jumped up.
"I am Dusk Glider." He said, coolly. I found it funny but was too stunned to laugh. He smiled, and I got a good view of his bat fangs. I saw one drop of blood fall from one of them. I shuddered. "I am a thestral- or, bat pony. And... what they hay are you?" He asked, pointing his hoof at me. "Some sort of, pony eating monster?"
"What? No! I don't eat ponies, I'm a human." I replied.
"Few! That's a load off!" Dusk sighed with relief. He then noticed my arm. "Oh my gosh! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I say. I suddenly felt achy all over.  "Actually, I don't feel so good." I groan, slumping on my side. He takes a few steps toward me.
"Wait, did you say 'human'?" Dusk asked. I nod, then look up at him. He opens his mouth and starts licking his fangs. I notice he has a worried look on his face. When his tongue touched the fang with blood on it, he froze. Dusk gulped and looked at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing, nothing." He obviously lies. I look at him, with a face that says: "Yeah right, that's total crap. Give me the truth."
"Well, you see-" He started as if he didn't want to say what he was about to say. He was then abruptly cut off by me, howling in pain. "You're about to find out."