Running. Endless running. I couldn't see through the blood falling from my head in the cold, pelting rain, yet I knew the streets of Canterlot like the back of my hoof.
But trailing behind were the sounds of dogs barking whilst the guards yelled "In the name Celestia, stop evading your inevitable capture!"
Looking behind me, I tripped, falling to the cobbled road. I yelled out in pain as my side hits the ground, landing on my already injured wing. I tried to stand up, but after running for what felt like hours, I could barely move. But, before I yield to the unconsciousness, I feel somepony grab my shoulders, pulling me from the main road and out of the freezing rain into one of the wallflower houses among the many.
I wipe the blood and rain from my eyes, listening intently as my pursuers run past. "Th-thanks" is all I can say, still shell-shocked from almost being caught. I sit back and hold the wing that impacted the ground and cradled it.
I look around the small, gloomy room. On the far wall, an array of weird weapons made from wood and forged with different metals hung from steel hooks. In the corner closest to me, a fireplace held a blaze with a small, colorful fire.
I crawl slowly over to the fire, dragging my sore body across the floor. I rest next to the fire, garnering little warmth from the flames. I look over to my savoir. The darkly dressed pegasus stallion, standing at the open door, turns around and looks at me, his face wet from the rain. He closes the door with a kick from one of his back legs.
"You are safe now, Auroura." he says, walking over to me.
"H-how do you know my name?" I ask him, both scared and intrigued from his knowledge.
"I know many things about you. I even know things you don't know yet" he answers, sitting across from me, next to the fire. He finds a biscuit in one of his pockets and offers it to me. I take the food, and it in one bite. My stomach rumbles hoping for more food. I stroke it lightly.
"Thanks again" I tell him. He nods in recognition as he stares aimlessly into the burning coals. I look at him not sure if I should disturb his train of thought. The silence hangs in the air for a few seconds. "Who are you?" My voice ringing through the small room.
'Storm' was his answer. 'Storm... sounds familiar... mmmm...' i think to myself. A howling wind rages outside, the freezing rain joining its dance. Storm continues staring at the flaming coals, like he was in some sort of trance. A window slams open, letting the wet and cold of the weather enter the warmish room. The stallion shakes his head, like a bucket of water had been poured over his head. He gets up and goes to shut the window.
"It's getting pretty late" he says, wiping the rain from his face and going over to a cupboard in the corner, "here are some blankets... and a pillow" he continues, searching through the cupboard, and placing the stuff he wanted on the floor next to him.
"Thanks Storm" I say, stumbling over to him. I grab five or so blankets and two fluffy pillows from the floor, stumbling back to the fire-place. I set up the bed for me then start making a second one when Storm walks over to me, carrying a small box
"I need to check out those nasty cuts on your head, and your wing is quite crooked" he says, sitting me down on the blankets.
"Okay" i say willingly and trustfully. He looks at the bleeding mess, and takes out a tube of cream, a pack of swabs, and a bottle of water. He washes away excess blood with the water, causing me to flinch as the cold liquid comes in contact with the open flesh, then he uses some of the swabs to apply the cream. He takes out a roll of bandage and wrap's my head with it. He takes a clip from the box and uses it to keep the bandage in place. "Storm, could I maybe lie down, I'm getting really tired" I ask him. He nods slowly, peering at the crooked wing. I get comfortable on my belly, and make sure that the stallion can still reach my wing. He feels along my wing slowly, causing me to grit my teeth in pain.
"A mild break, something I can't fix. We need to get you to a hospital." My eyes spring open, and I grab his collar.
"No... no hospital... the guards... they will find me, take me away, torture me endlessly until they kill me!" i say, panicking.
"Woe..." he says, removing my hoofs from his jacket, "Okay, no hospital... But you need to get to a doctor."
I sit back, "I'm sorry, but I would rather lose my wings than be captured by Celestia!" i say, sneering at the princess' name. I open my silver moon pendant and mumble something in an ancient language. Inside the pendant are two pictures. One of a navy stallion with golden eyes and a maroon mane and tail dressed in armour similar to the one's of Luna's royal guard. The second picture is of the same stallion with a teal mare with the same mane and tail colour, but with hazel eyes smiling around a young Auroura. I close the pendant suddenly and look at Storm, "I know somewhere we can go, somewhere that Celestia's goons won't be able to find us." I stand with some difficulty, growing more weary.
"Good, but you need sleep" he says, finishing his bed "but we can go first thing in the morning."
I agree with him and yawn, "Goodnight" i say as I fall asleep.
Storm gets into bed, "sleep well, my love" he whispers, before falling asleep.
As we sat on the soft grass, overlooking the sparkling sea, the burning sun said goodnight. The cool breeze running through our feathers, our manes floating in the dancing wind. Storm looked over to my worn and weary face, "The veiw sure is beautiful from here" he say, blinking slowly. I nod, staring into the abyss, deep in thought. Should I? I mean, would it be right? He takes a deep breath, then turns to me fully, "Auroura? I need to... well.... what I mean to say is.. well.. I" I cut him off, "I understand" Then, without warning, I kiss him. He is surprised, but leans into the kiss, and envelopes me in his soft wings. I Pull my head back from the kiss and I look into Storms eyes, as he looks into mine.
