Chronic Reincarnation

My sixth life rolled around on a stormy day in the middle of the summer. My mother, a Pegasus on the weather team, had been at the hospital for a checkup when the time came to deliver me. It was lucky that she as at the hospital, because the storm that was raging outside would have made it impossible for her to get there while in labor. If it wasn’t thanks to my mother being at the hospital it was likely that she wouldn’t have made it to see another day. I was born a week before I was due and I was very lucky that the doctors who were at the hospital were the birth specialists.

I wasn’t like most ponies, I was born with a cutie mark. Most ponies have to earn their cutie mark, but I was born with one. My cutie mark was a red five-pointed star, and ever since I was little I was able to use magic, even though I was a Pegasus. A Pegasus that could use magic was a very rare occurrence, but then again, when you have a bloodline like mine, it’s not too uncommon. In the life I was born to the granddaughter of Princess Celestia.

From the time I was able to read I was reading all about magic. I learned how to levitate things before I was even able to go to pre-school. Around the time I was able to go into pre-school there was an incident. A couple of older foals were picking on a kindergartener and when I saw them get a bit more physical with their attacks I got mad and sent them flying backwards by about twenty feet. Needless to say, they were terrified, especially since my eyes were glowing a brilliant red. When they had run away my eyes stopped glowing and I turned to the foal that was being picked on. He looked scared of me, like he wanted to run away, but when I asked if he was okay, and if the bullies had hurt him, he calmed down a bit.

From that point on, I would stand up to any bullies that dared to harm others. Then came that fateful day, three bullies who had been known to terrify other foals and terrorize them into doing whatever the bullies wanted. It was that day when I became their next target. They decided to corner me just outside of the play ground near my house. They pinned my down and attempted to order me to do their bidding. When I refused they threated to beat me up, when I told them no again, their leader went to punch me.

I wiggled free and turned to dodge, but the leaders hoof clipped me on my back, right between my wings. This strike triggered an extreme magic surge. Compared to the magic surges of normal magic using ponies, which could cause a little destruction, mine was ten to twenty times more destructive. The three bullies were flung halfway across the neighborhood and the resounding explosion destroyed the majority of the playground. The magic surge began to send my abilities haywire. Walls of magic surrounded me and soon all of the streets in Canterlot were glowing with magic. It was at this point that Princess Celestia showed up.

The walls of magic around me shattered as she flew her way to me. My magic surge stopped when she wrapped her wings around me and held me close. I was quite surprised when I came too, after my magic surge had ended I must have fainted. Waking up in the wings of someone who cared about you was always nice, but waking up in your great-grandmothers wings was something different altogether.

“C-Celestia… What happened? ” I asked as I moved further into Celestia’s embrace.

“You had a magic surge, sweetie, a very powerful one,” Celestia said as she used her wings to set me down on the ground so that I could walk. “It seems the reports of the bullies that were threating other foals were true. I found them all unconscious and lying on the other side of the neighborhood. Don’t worry though, they won’t be bothering anypony with their bullying for a long time, I have my guards taking them to the hospital.”

“Am… Am I in trouble Celestia?” I ask, tentatively, worried that I had done something wrong.

Celestia said nothing, but she shook her head before giving me a loving nuzzle. Silently we walked the rest of the way home. The neighborhood was quiet, despite my magic surge, it was relatively normal. Like nothing had happened at all. When we got home Celestia knocked on the door and after a few moments my mom answered.

“Grandma, what brings you here?” My mother asked as she beckoned us in.

“I am here because Storm Bringer had a magic surge. Not just any old magic surge, one strong enough to nearly level the nearby playground.” Celestia said as she sat down on the couch in the living room. “Three bullies, who have been rumored to be threating other foals, apparently cornered him and managed to strike him on the back between his wings. Being that he is a Pegasus, whom happens to be able to use magic, the area between his wings is where his magic focus point is and when they hit him there they triggered a magic surge. Worry not though, he is otherwise, unharmed.”

My mother wrapped her wings around me in a loving hug, “I’m glad he’s okay, and I hope those bullies face the consequences for their actions.”

“In due time they will face their consequences, though, they will have to be cleared to leave the hospital first.”

“H-he… put them in the hospital?!” my mother stammered in a panicked manner.

“Relax, April, he’s not in trouble and those bullies are simply having their scrapes and cuts taken care of. I suspect that they will be cleared to leave within the hour, and will be well on their way to facing the consequences of the actions.” Celestia said, “Though, for an out of control magic surge, there was a lot less damage done to them than I would have expected. Regardless, I have come to an important decision, I will be taking Storm Bringer on as my student. I will teach him to control his magic and how to handle magic surges, at least, while they are still an issue.”

“Are you sure, Grandma? What about the royalty, they will be very harsh about it, and- and…”

“I know my sweet granddaughter, but I will handle them. Storm will be fine, and once he has learned the basics I will be teaching him how to cast a shield to protect himself from others. For now though, I must return to the castle and tomorrow I will have two guards come to pick him up.” Celestia said as she stood up, a smile on her face, “I will see you tomorrow Storm, and April, you are more than welcome to come and visit whenever you can. I am certain that Storm will like that.”

“I sure will,” I said, as I rushed over to Celestia and hugged her, the best I could, especially considering that my forelegs could barely reach half-way around her neck. After a moment I let go and hovered back down to the floor. Celestia said her goodbyes and headed off to the castle. I knew that the very next day would be the first day of the rest of my life, the life of a Pegasus who has magic stronger than most unicorns. So I come the following day I started my studies. I would spend time studying magic and in my free time I would spend time talking to the guard, asking for all kinds of stories about their services to the crown. Then I met him, I was on a walk late at night, unable to sleep. I literally ran into him and I have to admit, his armor is very hard. I was put in a daze from hitting his armor with my head, but when my dazed state faded and I looked up I looked into eyes that I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Willow, I haven’t seen you in what feels like forever.” I said as I jumped up and wrapped my forelegs around his neck.

“Ack!” was the sound that came from Willow when I grabbed him around the neck. I held him like that for a little bit before letting go. Willow let out a sigh of relief, “for just being a youngster, you sure are strong. So, looks like you remember me, and for you not to faint from the sudden memory rush… it’s amazing.”

“What do you mean? I did faint. Don’t you remember, you and I actually met when I was just five. You were passing by the playground when it happened. If it weren’t for the fact that I was tuckered out it would have seemed odd that I “fell asleep” while playing.”

“So you mean that you knew when you were only five,” Willow said “then you have known for what, three years now?”

“Yep, that sounds about right, but when I arrived here you were nowhere to be found.” I said as I snuggled up against Willow.

“You do realize that, at the time, I was mostly off on missions like checking up on the borders, as well as checking out the Everfree castle.”

“I know, but it would have been nice to have seen you sooner. Especially with what happened two weeks ago.”

“You mean what happened with the bullies? Yeah I’m sorry about not being there to help you, but at the time I was on my way back from the Everfree and the second I was back I was dragged into dealing with those bullies. What a colossal mess that turned out to be. All three of them are sitting in their own jail cells, and will be there for two more weeks. Their parents are coming to petition for their release, every. Single. Day.”

I rubbed my hoof on the back of my neck, somewhat embarrassed by that, “Sorry about that, but they did trigger a magic surge.”

“It’s fine, besides, they will get out in two weeks. They still have this incident on their records and will have to deal with the consequences.” Willow said, reassuring me by wrapping one of his forelegs around me. Once he did that I let out a soft yawn. “Sounds like it’s time for you to get some sleep.” As soon as he said that we appeared in my room. Willow gently levitated me onto my bed and wished me a good night. Before Willow could even leave the room I was fast asleep.

Life drummed on, in a constant rhythm of studying and practicing magic. I would spend time with Willow when he wasn’t busy and practice my magic constantly. Life continued this way for a while, and then came that fateful day.

On my way home from running an errand I was confronted by three familiar ponies. These ponies were the same ones that had tried to beat me up when I was just a foal. Now fully grown they appeared to be stronger and tougher that before. The second they saw me they began a relentless assault on me. I was lucky enough to be able to put of my shield before their attacks could hit me. I stood there, stopping all their attacks with my shield and returning none of them. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, Willow showed up and one of the ponies attacked him.

They caught him off guard and managed to hurt him. Seeing Willow hurt right in front of me sent me into a rage. I quickly fashioned three spears out of the earth around me and speared the three attackers. After they fell, the earthen spears crammed into their shoulders, I saw what I had done and what I had been so close to doing. It terrified me, it brought me such despair that I took off. Not even listening to Willow’s cries for me to stop, I flew straight for the border. As soon as I reached the border between Equestria and the Draco Range, the home of the dragons, I was intercepted by Celestia. She quite literally caught me in her forehooves. We tumbled to the ground and when we stopped rolling I found Celestia holding me.

“It’s alright Storm. You don’t have to run, you’re safe now.” Listening to Celestia’s words I calmed down and soon found myself feeling better. “The three who attacked you are all now sitting in the Royal Guard’s holding cells. They will be tried for assault and attempted murder.”

“Attempted murder?” I asked as we got up.

“Yes, attempted murder,” Celestia said, a stern look crossing her muzzle, “one of them was carrying a griffon made sword. Having such a weapon in your possession is a class one felony and the pony that had it tried to use it on Willow. Of course he was unsuccessful in harming Willow, but such actions will never be tolerated so he is being accused of attempted murder and his accomplices as well.”

It was after that, that Celestia wrapped her hooves around me, in a loving hug. We stayed like that for a while and then, she whisked us back to Canterlot. After the whole mess with the trials was settled things returned to normal, like they always did. The rest of my life wasn’t too exciting. A couple of smart-assed nobles here and there but none that ever really did anything against me and Willow. Life was generally peaceful, even on deaths door it was still peaceful. I was glad that my recent lives were seeming to be peaceful, at least, most of the time.