> Walking with the breeze
>  by TastyPony
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> Lights at night.
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Lyra energetically shook the book she was levitating with her magic in front of her.

“Just take a look at the clues! Everything in here suggests that they really existed once.” She said happily to Bonbon.

Bonbon did not look up, but instead kept mixing the ingredients from her new recipe. “Lyra, for the last time, I’m not in the mood, nor have the time to hear another one of your tales.” answered the earth pony in an exhausted tone.

“C’mon, just take a look!” The turquoise unicorn jumped from her seat, quickly lifting the book just a few centimeters from Bonbon’s face. “If you carefully read these two paragraphs right here, you’ll notice that there is not real knowledge of where humans went, allowing the possibility of them still being alive!”

Bonbon pushed the book away from her sight and looked at the hopeful Lyra.

“Listen.” Bonbon sighed and turned to face her. “I know how thrilled you are about these… these things being alive, but it just doesn’t make any sense. All this 'evidence’ of yours is just speculations with no defined bases.”

Lyra’s smile turned into frown as her friend talked. Her reaction didn't surprise her, for she was used to Bonbon not agreeing with her when she was talking about her ‘nonsenses’, in accordance with her own words. Nonetheless, it still hurt; after all, Bonbon was her best friend.

They have known each other for about… five years, if Lyra’s calculations were correct, but they have been roommates for four of them. Bonbon never agreed with her in anything, at least, anything Lyra said about the existence of other creatures.

Which was understandable, considering that she did not have any irrefutable proof of humans, ten meter tall spiders or that land called Ponyland she kept talking about. No, all she had to prove their existence was a childrens book.

No one in town actually believed her; even Pinkie Pie laughed at her when she told her about humans. That was what Pinkie always did to her stories, laugh and keep laughing until Lyra got annoyed and left, leaving the pink pony snorting and holding her stomach.

"Sorry, Lyra, it’s just that I’m a bit busy at the moment, maybe I can try to read it later, alright?” 

“Thanks, Bonbon!” Lyra smiled once more, forgetting immediately the sadness she felt just a few minutes ago.





That night, Lyra could not sleep.

It was not insomnia, she'd had it before and knew how to recognize it; and it was not a nightmare either, for she could clearly say she had not sleep yet, as she watched the clock on her wall move the arrows second by second, minute after minute, making a total of three hours lying awake in bed.

But she knew exactly what it was. A very annoying light trespassed the window and not even the curtains helped to decrease the intensity enough to sleep properly.

She stood up from bed and decided to go for a walk and find it's source.

Bonbon was very lucky, Lyra thought as she quietly tip-toed down the stairs. Her bedroom faced the other side of the house; therefore she did not have the same problems as her.

After a walk that took about five minutes, the light ended up leading her to the entrance of the Everfree Forest. As she carefully took a step into the forest, the light faded.

For a second, Lyra could not see anything, but she gradually got used to the darkness of the night and continued looking into the forest.

Any normal pony in a situation like Lyra’s would have turned back, now that the problem was resolved and there was no need to enter the forest in the middle of the night. But Lyra was not a normal pony, and her curiosity was sometimes beyond suspicion.

Without thinking twice, Lyra carefully took another step into the forest. The more she walked, the less she saw, and soon she had to squint her eyes to try to see what she was walking through.

She heard some hoofsteps behind her, and turned around, fear flashing through her. Due to the suddenness of the action, she ended up tripping on one of the roots of the trees.

She was just about to light up her horn, because just in that moment she remembered her magic, but the thought did not finish crossing her mind before she saw a little pink light moving in front of her.

It was like a firefly… but bigger. About the size of a swallow or a pigeon, but it was too far away from her to determine. It moved up and down, left and right, randomly, like it was in distress or in a hurry.

Lyra stood up, willing to find out what it was, but another light appeared, with a purple tone, at her right. Another one, a few meters next to her, in a green colour, another, at her left, blue, green, violet, orange… Thousand of lights moved at full speed around her. And there were more and more every second.

Scared, Lyra tried to get out, but she could not find any way to escape, all those glowing points covered every single possible path, and she was not particularly good at teleporting spells.

In any case, she did not have the time to do anything else. She crouched down frightened, without stop looking at the lights that now formed just a giant, bright, glow with tons of colours endlessly changing…

And everything went black.
> Sweet scents
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Lyra opened her eyes to see a white wall decorated only with a few posters.
When she saw the clock on the opposite wall, she noticed it was three pm and she quickly got up.
She had slept more than she usually would. Lyra was not the kind of pony that woke up early, but she didn’t usually sleep this late. Twelve o’clock was the time she normally got up.
As Lyra popped her head into BonBon’s room, she wasn’t surprised to see Bonbon was already gone. The earth pony had told her the other day she was going to deliver some orders, which would probably keep her busy until around six.
Lyra went down stairs and poured herself a glass of juice in the kitchen; she had no time to waste and would get a better breakfast later.
Five minutes later she was walking to the Everfree Forest, eager to find the truth behind last night’s events.
After every orb of light was gone that night, the darkness and the danger of the forest had forced her to illuminate her path with magic as she headed home. Searching any further was out of the question.
But Celestia had already raised the sun, and now everything was brighter, and Lyra would not leave the forest until she found at least one clue about last night’s adventure.
It was difficult to retrace her steps to find the same path she took last night. She walked into the forest through the same entrance as before and trotted in a straight line, she was sure that was what she had done last night.
A few meters later, she realized she was standing in the same place where she had been last night. Lyra stopped and looked around her.
The forest was quiet… quieter than it usually was, and the place was filled with a sweet smell, sweeter than any of Bonbon’s candies or any other sweet she had ever tasted in her life.
Even if Lyra had been inside the forest more than once, she had never been alone, for she had always had someone by her side. She wouldn’t have been nearly as afraid in that moment if she’d had somepony by her side.
She walked around the place, attempting to not to forget the way back home despite how much time she spent there. She could not find any clue about the events. Aside from that sweet but not sickly sweet and the lack of noise, nothing else could be seen or heard.
After searching for a few hours, Lyra decided to come back home. She would probably be back the next day, but for today she was sick for searching endlessly without results.
Remembering the way home was no problem, for Lyra did a good job not to forget things. She started walking slowly, watching around to be sure she did not miss anything. Nothing at her left, nothing at her right. She kept on walking, watching every corner she might have missed, and hoping to find something.
And that’s when Lyra saw it.
A little yellow smudge on the ground caught her attention. It was too big for a flower, but it did not have the shape of a bird or any animal of that size. Lyra stopped and walked carefully in the direction of the creature, which lay unconscious on the dirt.
“… A pony?” She muttered to herself, confused.
Its shape was exactly like a normal pony, but there were some differences that really stood out. The little creature’s coat was yellow and it’s fur was golden and orange. Two antennas rose from the side of it’s ears, one on the left and one on the right. It had wings, but not like a pegasus; they were yellow like her coat, but almost transparent, and they looked more like a bug’s wings.
Even though the creature was strange-looking, it looked harmless. She tried to get closer to check its conditions.
“A-Are you alright?” Lyra asked nervously, it may look peaceful, but she feared that it’s true nature was vicious.
The pony did not respond; it lay still in the ground. If it were not for the steady rise and fall of it’s chest, Lyra would have thought that it was not alive.
She took the little one with her hooves, taking care to not to hurt it, while she sat on the floor. Aside from the insect-like attributes and it’s miniature size, it looked just like another pony. Lyra then got up and put her carefully on her back as she continued her way home.





Lyra looked at the creature with curiosity, while it was resting in the armchair located in the living room. Something about the pony was familiar to her, as if she had already seen something like that in the past.
An idea popped up in her mind and she ran to her room. Lyra searched in her bookcase, under her bed and her desk, unsuccessfully. She later confirmed that it was not in Bonbon’s room either.
She ran to the kitchen and finally saw it at the table. Lyra had left her book there after insisting to her roommate to read it.
Holding it up with her magic as she was used to, Lyra brought it to the living room, for she was sure she saw there creatures that looked like the one she had found. But she could not check if what she thought was correct, because when she entered, she did not find the pony on the couch.
It was in the air, flapping its wings while it looked at Lyra, scared.
Silence reigned for a few seconds. Lyra kept on holding her book and the creature flapped her wings to stay in the air.
“G-G-GET AWAY FROM ME!” shouted the little one with a feminine voice, before she ran behind the armchair.