Taking Flight

[Sandwhisper 33]

Hey guys. I've been writing this for a while, wondering if I should ever post it. I decided I was going to.

It's about an OC pony of mine, Caramel Strike, firstborn of Applejack and Rainbow Dash. Please, no hate if this isn't the kind of story for you. Better to just hit the back button instead of making a mess. But seriously, thank you for taking the time to read my fanfic. I plan to update every so often, with unorganized intervals.

Sorry if paragraph format isn't quite correct; I'm not awake enough to deal with it now. I will later when I post more though~ Enjoy!

 

Taking Flight

By Sandwhisper

 

When I was little, I had wings.

“Caramel Strike, please come down from your room,” her voice would echo up the steps. But I never answered. I came down whenever I was good and ready; momma Dash knew that. She also knew her calls would be fruitless. I glared at my door as the cries were no more. She’d probably flown away. Wish I could.

When I was little, I had wings.

 

~*TWELVE YEARS AGO*~

 

Nothing. It was nothing. I tried to see, and I saw nothing. Tried to walk, I felt nothing. Tried to fly.

I felt pain.

Why can’t I fly…?

I could feel my life slowly flow back into my limbs. Everywhere, every limb… except for my wings. I could smell again, but it was not a pleasant reunion. The scents of cleansing alcohol and various medications spilled into my nostrils and burned my senses, as if they were acidic to me and only me. Murmurs were starting to ring out louder as the feeling of my ears being shut tight began to evaporate. My back – more specifically, shoulder area – stung more than I ever believed was possible.

“We had to remove them.”

“What?! What do you mean, remove?!” I knew that voice. It had an ashy, raspy tone to it, with a certain… masculine femininity, you could say.

“Ah dun believe it!” I recognized that voice too: a thick, Southern drawl that threaded through a clear, husky voice.

Momma Jack and momma Dash. But who were the others? I certainly didn’t recognize them, and there were many of them.

“But she’s a Pegasus! She NEEDS them!” cried who could be none other than momma Dash. I now could open my eyes, and realized I was face down in what seemed to be a bed. I peeled open my eyes, bracing the pain that lashed through my skull and the aching that buzzing through my every limb.

Except my wings.

I quickly blinked away the blur in my eyes, turning to face my parents. They both bore surprised (and perhaps dreaded) looks, while staring right into the cold marine eyes of an official in a blinding white.

“Where… Am I?” I managed to squeak out. Every syllable hurt worse than the last. The aching was simply indescribable. I let my eyes steady and position themselves to my cyan mother, very round in her middle section. Her spectrum-hued mane drizzled slightly over her bold, yet passionate and determined, magenta eyes. Her name was Rainbow Dash.

“Strike!” She cried out in the voice that I’d surely heard just before. She scampered over, tears forming in her eyes, instantly heading to nuzzle me.

“Yer awake! Mah little Striker!” cried the other voice that I’d recognized. She was a basic, sandy orange in color, with a dusty blonde mane yanked quickly into crimson ties near the edges; it was undeniably my other mother, Applejack. Her Southern drawl (which I didn’t really inherit, but sometimes I get moments where it slips out) had given it away.

I was the daughter (and soon to be first of two fillies) of two lovely mares. And, in my unbelievable, painful daze, I was unbearably happy to see them.

“Where am I? What’s going on?” I managed to spill out, despite my six-year-old limitations in understanding things. I was only a filly, and other than visiting Nurse Redheart for checkups, I’d never been in such a place. I looked behind me to get a better look around, as I was on my stomach. But once I looked, an ominous, sickish-feeling pit grew inside my stomach.

“Mommy, where are my wings?”

Edited March 27, 2012 by Sandwhisper

[SrFrog 927]

Interesting, It's certainly has the makings of a good Fic. I think I'll keep an eye out for this one.