Chapter 1: Lost And Found
Lost and Found
Twilight Sparkle sat in her candlelit bedroom with a book in her hand. From her desk, she could barely make out the full moon from her window, obscured by a thin layer frost on her window as well as the blizzard that howled outside. It was a mid-spring, and peaceful nights turned into frigid storms.
Tonight, like every other night, Twilight would stay up late to study.
It wasn’t that she was failing her classes. Actually Twilight was the brightest wizard of her generation and possibly, the most powerful. She had gotten into one of the most prestigious schools for young witches and wizards. When she was only seven; she’d performed a spell to hatch a dragon egg in front of three of the most wised and judgemental witches and wizards. And as a reward for such a high mark, she was allowed to keep the dragon.
Twilight’s previous classmates had been jealous towards her success. She had always been quiet; known as a little girl who instead of playing tag on the playground, would be attached to a book of spells in a shaded corner. Twilight Sparkle didn’t see the need for friends. Her books kept her company and that was all that was important to her.
Lazily, Twilight waved a hand over the page of her latest book. Immediately, the page lit up with a glow and turned itself over. Telekinesis was something most wizards were gifted with at young ages and Twilight was known for taking advantage of it, especially to help carry her books around. Most times, Twilight hardly saw it as magic at all. At the moment, she had been busy with teleportation spells. If she was able to teleport herself safely from class to class, she’d never need to worry about her classmates causing any kind of trouble. Twilight sees spells as way of proving herself. Her teachers were always praising her when she revealed her most recent spell, and in that way, it made feel belonged. Magic was everything to her and because of that, she had to make sure she was always several steps ahead of her classes at all times.
Just as Twilight had lifted her hand to turn the next page, she heard something outside. And it wasn’t the late snow storm that ravaged between the houses outside.
Twilight’s head shot up instinctively as the noise reverberated through her room. It was muffled noise like something struck the snow, hard.
At first, Twilight considered the fact that it might just be another prank. She had lost count at how many times she had had someone from her school throw an egg at her window, or enchant her bicycle. She had long since started walking to school, so that it didn’t really matter to her. However, from her window she could see a puff of snow that was still suspended in the air, like something… or someone had fallen. From where, she couldn’t tell, but whoever it was or whatever it was, she knew she had to do something. In no hesitation, Twilight swung on her coat and slipped on a pair of fuzzy winter boots. She quickly made her way to the door, she could see the cloud of snow clearing. In a hurry, twilight slipped out into the storm.
“Hello?” She whispered as she took a step towards the settling snow. The snow-blocked moonlight shone down onto the figure in the glistening whiteness. Twilight made her way slowly closer; she noticed two pale arms were sprawled out in front of a young girl’s head. Her bare slender legs were warped up in the knee length green skirt she was wearing. Twilight frowned “What kind of person wears a skirt in blizzard” she thought. As she lifted a hand into the air, Twilight’s palm began to glow a bright purple, illuminating the rest of the figure. Twilight had just begun to kneel down towards her when she saw them. They were just like the kind she read in books on myths and legends.
Two bright yellow feathered wings were sprawled out along the girl’s shoulders. One had tucked itself rather neatly against her shoulder blade; however the other lay outwards, ruffled and most likely injured. Twilight couldn’t breathe, the cold her caught in her throat. Immediately she fell onto her knees. She scrambled back nervously as the injured wing twitched and the strange girl gave a yelp of pain. Finding herself frozen, Twilight stared disbelievingly at the girl in her front lawn. She blinked, rubbed at her eyes and blinked again, but the scene in in front was very real. A girl, possibly around Twilight’s own age with… wings!
“Unbelievable...” Twilight whispered. She heard of many flying spells, but none that gave wings. It appeared her voice was heard by the girl as she shifted and again let out a tiny yip of pain. Her voice was soft and calm, even though Twilight could clearly see the thing attached to her back was very likely broken. Twilight’s mind began to work again as the girl began to come around. No matter who she was or what she was she needed help. Twilight considered the number of spells she had learned, but knew that she was no way close to figuring out the healing spell for broken wings. She didn’t want to end up causing the girl even more pain.
“Okay, fine. No healing spell.” Twilight muttered to herself in a panicked tone, she rubbed her face in frustration. Her eyes widened suddenly with a bright spark as she remembered something else. She’d done a first aid course a while back, it hadn’t been much. When she was ten, a bird had gotten caught in her room with a broken wing and her healing teacher had taught her how to heal wings without magic. If she could do it to a bird then surely she could…?
“What am I thinking?” Twilight responded to the thought as she pushed her face into her hands.
This was insane, she was insane! There was no way she was staring at what she thought she was staring at. Not one chance in the matter. But then the girl groaned again and this time she lifted her head and she shivered in the cold air. Gently, Twilight took off her coat and wrapped up the shivering girl, and brought her inside.
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The frigid cold air created a numbing feeling on his skin, as he passed through another snow cloud.
“Shy… Shy!? Fluttershy… w-w-where are you!?” he yelled loud but is voice created slight tremble from the cold night weather. It was useless, his voice was muffled by the thick clouds and howling wind. He was cold, and lost. Alone. And for the longest time in his life, he was afraid. Quickly, he dove, the snow catching in his wings. Descending rapidly.
On the frozen earth Will searched. “Shy isn’t a strong flyer, she could have easily have gotten hurt, or lost. Or worse, she might have been caught.” Will desperately told himself, “She must not be too far off.” starting to panic. Thinking, he decided to go find shelter, and after the storm blew over, he’d look for Fluttershy.
