Unfamiliar Grounds

I woke up, my head throbbing. The world around me was a red-tinged swirl of confusion. Dots danced across my vision. I tried to move my head, but a stabbing pain hit me, stopping me from trying. As my I began to regain my consciousness, as it did so I realized my throat, which burnt like fire. I could hardly remember what had happened, who I am, where I am, and what happened to get myself in such a mess. Even my own name was a mystery. I tried to move my legs, but all it did was send me into unconsciousness again.

As I began to wake up, my throbbing head was somewhat less intense, I sensed now I had a serious wound on my side, and that perhaps my leg was broken. The dots, at least, were gone. I shifted my head slightly to the left, I appeared to be on a steep cliff made out of a stormy gray stone. As my hearing began to come back, I heard rushing water. I must be near a waterfall. I decided to see what damage had been done. I began to stretch one leg. Hmm, something wasn't right. I turned my head to look at my arm. Oh my god. There was a fine coating of dark blue/gray hairs covering my arm. Wait, my hands! I don't have hands! I looked at my "Arm" again. This time, I noticed I had a hoof for a hand. "A hoof!? I HAVE HOOVES!" I cried as I came to the realization.

"Okay, time to stand up." I told myself. I shifted both legs at the same time, now on my hind legs, I started to shift the front ones forward a little bit. Eventually, after a bit of struggling, I stood up shakily. I noticed something as I turned to look at my sides. I did not actually have a wound in my side, but what I had felt hurting, were very new and odd. I seemed to have wings there! "Wings?!" I cried. My day had been getting weirder and weirder. I concentrated on being able to lift them, this, unfortunately was easier said than done. Finally, something in my brain clicked, and hesitantly, both wings lifted and spread at my side. I decided practice makes perfect and practiced lifting and spreading my wings for a while. Since I was preoccupied, I hadn't realized my burning dry throat and terrible hunger. I tenderly took a step forward, carefully testing out balance. I put the other hoof forward too. After much struggle, I was able to get to the stream leading to the waterfall, which embarrassingly enough, was only a few feet away. Of course, not every human gone...What was the creature? Ah, not every human gone pegasus gets all the blessings of walking and control over their wings all at once, now do they? I bent my front legs, dipping forward to lap up the water. It was surprisingly clean, cool, and crisp. I drank as much as I could hold, my huge thirst now satisfied. Shakily walking, I decided to examine the spot I was in. Around me, were a few splatters of dry blood, which I examined my coat and decided to go back to the stream and wash off the blood caked on it. I walked on over there, I seemed to be getting the hang of the walking thing. I stepped into the stream, the water was cold, but felt nice on my dirty, blood-caked, and scratched up hooves. I cleansed my hooves, revealing the cut skin. I got out of the water, it felt more freezing than cold now, and I went off into a nearby forest clearing.

I looked up at the tree, it was the only tree with any food, I'm not sure why there was a random apple tree, but who am I to complain at a time like this? I stretched out my wings, I guess it's time to try and fly. I spread my wings, and flapped them as hard as I could. "I don't think that's gonna work." I muttered. This time, I pushed my fears of breaking something and leaped up into the air, stretching my wings, and beating them ferociously against my sides. Air whooshed around me and I stayed in the air, rising a bit, then crashing to the ground. "Ow!" I cried. It hurt to land on the ground. As well as hurting my pride. I leaped up into the air once again. This time, I was able to beat my wings hard enough and steer myself over to the tree. I draped my self over it. So much for a pride booster.