I was looking up at a bronze tower in the middle of the wasteland portion of the plains while my flowing white robes embezzled with sword and staff inside a celestial sun blew with my long gold mane in the winds.
My sources had informed me that evil and profane magics were being preformed in this area and I kept coming back to the giant obelisk that seemed to tear its way to the heavens. Every pony and buffalo I asked about the tower said that it hadn't been there more then a week and it's construction was a mystery.
One wise medicine buffalo I heard of in a nearby village claimed to see the damned thing rise from the ground. “It was a horror of dark lighting and crackling shadow as it pierced from the ground, raping the earth and energies with perverse evil as it soared toward the rumbling sky with foal intent,” He claimed, his face going pale while his son held his weakened body up from collapsing before helping him back down gently to the blankets he had barely stood up from.
“How do I know you speak the truth?” I asked.
“Because Miss Heather... it was the last thing I saw before my sight was stolen from me,” He said looking me straight in the face with his glossy white eyes before coughing up dark phlegm filled with blood onto the dirt floor and gasping for air.
His son ushered me out of his tepee as they began to preform his last rites.
He died before the hour was over.
I shivered thinking about his words echoing in my head and began trotting closer to the spire, walking it's circumference and looking for any note of entryway while running my hoof around the hot metal that lined the tower finding nothing.
“Yep... Looks like your going to have to climb this thing,” My brain mocked as I pulled out a spell book from my robe pocket for quick reference.
After a little effort I managed to give my horseshoes a magnetic quality and attempted to step up the metal spire. I was then disappointed as my forehoof didn't seem to want to stick to the tower.
“Greeeat... Whatever type of metal this is isn't magnetic,” I snorted sinking to the sand and began looking through the book for another idea. What I found was immensely complicated and would take a lot out of me.
After drawing a circle in the ground for a base of the spell I withdrew a pegasus feather and pulled my dagger from it's rear leg sheath. After making sure I got the mathematics and geometry of the seal correct I set the feather inside the circle so it was standing up, plumes blowing in the wind.
“Now for the hard part,” My thoughts teased as I gripped the sharp blade in my mouth and stabbed myself twice in the appropriate spots on the back, flinging the blood toward center of the seal. As soon as a droplet of my life hit the feather it began to glow and I felt my body deform as muscle and bone ripped through my torn flesh growing into grey wings that matched the feather.
I cannot describe the horrible agony of acquiring wings for the but know this, it doesn't get any better even after the first time.
After blood began to flow back to my head and I began to see in normal hues instead of blinding white I looked toward the spire and pulled my wings through my robe slits before taking off toward the top.
As I reached the zenith of the tower I began to feel uneasy thinking again about the wise buffalo and his unfortunate death.
2912333 Well done. You have the attention of another reader with high-functioning Autism. I will make sure to recommend this to some friends.
3026054 Make that 3 High-Functioning Autistic bronies
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Well thanks! I'm just glad there are so many people with high functioning autism... gives me hope for my little brother. I really just want him to have a chance at a semi normal life.
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3?! Holy sweet Celestia i didn't even think that many people would read it, let alone people with HFA(?).
I really appreciate the chance you guys are giving me!
3026771 I mean autism is kind of hard to deal with. I am a 10th grader in high school right now. Autism makes certain social interactions a nightmare. It makes it difficult to read body language and project empathy. It also makes certain things feelings extremely uncomfortable to you and effects your emotional control. Some advice for your brother. Autism calms down with age. But it will be never completely go away. But as you get older you will find it easier to control. Hope this helps you.
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Thanks man...
One of the biggest tricks is that people with Autism think differently, and figuring out how to teach them to live. People with Autism rely HEAVILY on law and order to make sense of the world. You pretty much need to tell these people social rules directly; no subtle hinting either, that doesn't work. At least as far as HFA is concerned, logic comes naturally to people like those, but emotions can be a nightmare to deal with. In my case, the emotional sensitivity is effectively permanently amped up way too high. This would be why Autistic people avoid social contact. If you want an example of someone with this sort of oversensitivity (and the shyness that would likely come with it, which it does in my case, not to mention how angrily we may need to react in certain cases IRL to avoid psychological harm), then here you go -> .
On the good side, people (at least those with HFA) tend to be really good with stuff like mathematics, science, computer programming (*has a 1st class honours masters degree in Computer Science*), just posting this as proof that things are far more positive than you may think they are. I don't think it's any coincidence that my favourite ponies in the Mane 6 are .
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You guys are all so awesome! You know I was afraid about posting something with this topic in it. I do not have any regrets about it now thats for sure!