Flying Lies

by Heartbolt

flying high, falling hard,

The next morning, she opened her eyes to a bright new dawn. She quickly remembered the previous night and walked up to her full-body mirror. She opened her wings. “So it wasn’t a dream.” She sighed. She closed them and walked out to eat breakfast with her parents. Knowing now that being around her parents would be awkward, she made sure to talk a lot so there was no silence. That terrible, awkward silence. After she had finished, she told her mother she would be going down to the park for a while. Her mother said it was fine, so she headed down.
It was a hot day, so the park was abandoned. When Moongazer got there she sighed once more. She looked back at the feathered wings on her back. “If I have these, I might as well use them.” She said, to nobody. She opened them, and cast herself into the air. She loved flying! But it didn’t feel right. She had known life as an earth pony for so long. Could she really just fly away and leave it all behind? Her filly days, when mother taught her to clap and laugh. And when father grilled delicious dandelions and set up the sprinkler for her to play in on a hot day. She landed and closed her wings. She didn’t want to use them. She couldn’t use them. It went against everything she had ever known. It didn’t seem right. Its couldn’t be right. Earth ponies can’t fly.

She walked home, barley spoke to mother and walked straight up to her room. She didn’t want these wings, but had no unicorn there to take them off. She sat on her bed for what seemed to be hours. She paced around her room for at least 20 minutes. Thinking, flapping ,thinking flapping ,thinking ,sleeping. She woke up in the middle of the night. She opened her door to find a small thing blocking it. She slipped out, and looked to see what it was. It was a cake, her favorite kind. Vanilla with baby blue icing. She saw a note next to it. She picked it up and read her mother’s hoofwriting:

I saw that you were not feeling to well today. So I hope this cheers you up a bit. I’m sorry about whatever is making you so sad. You know you can always tell me.

She stared at the last sentence. “You know you can always tell me” she whispered those words in her mind over and over. “You know you can always tell me, You know you can always tell me, You know you can always tell me.” But she didn’t know if she could tell her mom this one. She packed the cake in box, and grabbed a suitcase. She laid the case on her bed and opened it. She packed all the things she held dear. Including a picture of both her parents and her. She closed the suitcase, opened her window, and flew away. But before she did, she left a note where the family picture once stood:

Dear Mom and Dad,
If you’re reading this, I’ve been gone for a while now. My destination is unknown. I don’t know if I will be able to find my way back if I decide to come. But if I don’t, I want you know: know that I love you. And I could never love a single thing in this world more than you. And I want you know this isn’t your fault. This is simply a matter of fate that has fallen and crashed. I feel I must rescue it and set it free to live once more. I feel it is my duty to guide others into doing what’s right. So I must guide myself to the right path in life. And I want you to make sure that you know that I love you. All the years you spent with me are and will always be the most magical years of my life. And if we ever meet again, I’ll be sure I didn’t forget you. And if I was brainwashed and can’t remember, then I wouldn’t want to live any more. And remember, earth ponies can’t fly