Chronic Reincarnation

Life, it is such a wonderful thing. It is an endless cycle of beginnings and ends. So to, began another one of my lives. My earliest memories are of my mother teaching me to fly. My mom was a single mom, who loved me so very much. She would take me everywhere she went and would always let me come with her to the school that she taught at. I still look back on those times with great amusement. All that happened long ago. My mom was gone now and I had to move on. I most certainly missed my mother, and I was upset that she had to die and to a stray bolt of lightning too. I sighed and wiped a tear off of my dark cyan-blue muzzle. My messy, silvery, mane hung off to one side of my face. I was an emotional wreck, I had just sat through the funeral for my mom, not two hours ago, and I was still feeling guilt for suggesting that we go outside so that I could show her how much better at flying I had actually gotten.

We were flying though the city, like we usually do, but today was a day when the city was supposed to have a storm. I knew that it was delayed but I had forgotten that it was only for an hour. The weather team started the storm, just like usual and then the lightning started. Before I could even suggest that we land, my mother was struck down by a bolt of lightning. She plummeted into an ally way and by the time I got to her, she was already gone.

I just cried and cried and cried. By the time any member of the guard had found us, I had cried myself to sleep. I remember waking up in the local guard’s out post, and being interrogated by them. I may have gotten a bit angry and I may have made a comment about they weren’t patrolling the area where my mother died. I also may have implied that they were responsible for her death because I thought that they were incompetent. By the time I got around to the fact that it was my mother who died I was in a full on rage. I remember having to be restrained after breaking several bones in at least seven guard’s bodies.

I took a while for me to calm down and when I had finally calmed down I saw what had happened and I made a vow. I would never let another pony get hurt by a storm again, neither a weather pony nor any other pony. From that day on I worked hard to get into the weather team. Now here I am, just after my mother’s funeral and the very next day I have my first day as a weather pony.

That night I cried myself to sleep, and by the morning everything looked brighter. It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, and I’m feeling good. I began my morning by singing as I made me some hot oats with berries. I had always loved music and would listen to it whenever I could. After breakfast and a shower, which as a little longer than necessary, I was on my way to work. Though, before I left, I gave a short prayer for my mother, wishing her a happy after life.

When I arrived at work I was shown how to handle the normal clouds. I was in charge of clearing the area above my neighborhood. I set to work and began to clear the skies, just like I was told to. Kicking the clouds away helped me clear up my mind and organize my thoughts. I knew what I was going to do. I was going to become the storm manager and I was going to make sure that no pony else got hurt by a storm, at least, when I could have prevented it.

Time went on, and I began to climb the ranks of the weather team. From a junior member to a full member. From a full member to a Junior Storm Worker. Then, finally, I was a full Storm Worker. I had gotten to where I wanted to be, I was able to assist with the creation of storms, and when there was a storm I would scour the area where it was happening and warn any ponies that were outside that a storm was about to start that that it would be best that they headed inside.

Of course some ponies didn’t head my warning, and occasionally, would be out there during a storm. There was a time when I was sick and unable to help with a storm and a couple of ponies were hurt, and… and one died. It hurt to hear that I wasn’t there to help, so I started training and working harder. Before long my immune system was strong enough that no illness could pin me down for more than half a day. Every day I would work harder to make sure that I could be strong enough to help those in need.

I was a couple of months later when I was working on setting up a storm, I noticed a group of ponies had congregated in the streets below. There were Earth ponies, Pegasus ponies and Unicorns, all of them seemed different, but there was one thing that seemed to connect them. They all were wearing something yellow. I flew down to warn them about the storm and I was greeted with an odd sight. They were exchanging news about things that were going on in the city. They were just chatting like it was nothing. I asked to talk to whoever was leading the strange event. When I did I was taken to the center of the group where I saw a pony that seemed a little too young to really fit in.

“So, you wanted to speak to me about something?” the young pony asked, looking at me with a suspicious look on his face.

“You’re the pony in charge of this group?” I asked, unable to contain my surprise.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that!” The young pony said, very loudly.

“Oh, no it’s not that, I was just a bit surprised. But the reason I am here it to warn you about the s-”

“I don’t care who sent you. None of the other gangs are going to chase us off, so you can stop wasting my t-”

“Shut up and just listen!” I yelled, “There is a lighting storm that is about to start and all of you are right beneath the center of it, which means you are all at risk of being struck by lightning. Do you want that? Do you all want to die. You’re a Pegasus for buck sake, you should at least know that the center of a storm is very unstable and can be very unpredictable.”

Every pony that was near us was frozen in fear. Just as I had finished saying that the storm started prematurely and a bolt of lightning was heading for the pony who was in charge of this gang. I quickly knocked him out of the way and took the full force of the lighting. I was lucky to be able to channel the lightning though my wings.

“Go now!” I exclaimed as loud as I could, “before another bolt of lightning can strike.”

“We’re not leaving you,” the head pony said, “help him to the nearest hospital!”

I was soon lying on the back of an Earth Pony and being carried to the hospital. I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was coming to in the hospital. I lay there a while before I noticed that the leader of that gr-gang was sitting beside my bed. I let out a groan as I sat up and that woke up the ponies that were at my bedside. The weather manager was there as well as the leader of the gang.

“It’s nice to see that you are awake Solis.” My boss said, “You’re lucky, it only went through your wings and missed your heart.”

I chuckled, “It wasn’t luck boos, I used my wings to redirect the lightning.” I chuckled again and looked to the leader of the gang, “You all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, but I can’t believe how reckless you were, but then again, you did save me. For that I thank you.” The kid said.

“Could I at least get the name of the pony that I saved?” I asked raising an eyebrow at him.

“Kiza, Kiza Tameo.” He, no Kiza said.

“Nice to meet you Kiza, I am Solis.” I said, a smile playing on my muzzle, “and it is I who should be thanking you, you and your gang got me to the hospital and got me the help I needed.”

“It was nothing, it’s not like I could leave the pony who saved me to die.”

We chatted for a while and eventually I decided to get up. I pulled off the covers and hopped off the bed. Everyone who was there, including a doctor, were stunned. I looked at them, “what?”

“y-you’re standing?! But you were just struck with lightning! How can you be standing?” the doctor said as he started to panic.

“Jeez, I’m made of tuff stuff. I bet someone could put a knife in my side and I would be back on my feet in a few hours.” I shook my head a bit, my silvery mane whipping around as I did so. “Relax, I’m fine. Look, I’m a storm worker, and I have been training for years to be able to withstand the energy of lightning.”

“At least let the doctor check you out and confirm that you are fine, and you still aren’t going to be working for at least two days,” my boss said, shaking his head in disbelief “you have two days off to rest up a bit, regardless of what the doctor says.”

“Fine,” I say with a sigh as I hang my head, “so doc, can we get this over with.”

The doc nodded and started his examination. He checked everything, my heart, my head, my wings, and well… literally everything else. “As far as I can tell, you are healthy as can be. It’s almost like you were never even struck by the lightning.”

“Thanks doc, I guess I can head home now, right?” I asked, tilting my head slightly and raising my eyebrows.

“Yes you can, and take it easy. No more getting struck with lightning.” The doc said as he gave me a stern look.

“Okay, I’ll do my best doc. See ya,” I said, waving my right wing as I left. As I wave my wing a small spark shoots off from it. The doctor’s jaw dropped and he just stood there as the door closed behind me.

As I left the hospital through the main entrance Kiza caught up to me. “What was with the sparks that jutted off your wings?”

“Just a little trick I learned a long time ago. I can store electrical charge in my wings, it’s how I can redirect lightning.” I reply as I continue to walk towards my home.

“I see, that’s really cool. So, have you ever considered joining a gang?” Kiza asked as we walked through the now empty streets.

“Nope, never have, never will.” I reply as I turn my head to look at him, “I never liked that kind of thing. Too violent.”

“I see, well… If you’re okay with it I would like to make you an honorary member of the Golden Threads. They’re my gang and control the general area that you work in.”

“As long as being an honorary member doesn’t involve me having to be at meetings of be part of battles.” I said as I stopped in front of my house.

“Nope, it’s just a title that you would have, that’s all.” Kiza said as he looked at me with a smile on his muzzle.

“Cool, then I would be honored. Though, just a heads up, try not to be out during the storms. I was there to help this time, but I might not be able to help next time.” I headed towards my door while giving a long yawn.

“We will be more careful next time. See you later.” Kiza said as he started to head off. I waved to him with my wing and it gave off a few more sparks. I headed in and enjoyed a very well deserved rest.

For the next dozen or so years I continued to do my work and soon I was a senior storm worker. While I hadn’t really wanted to be promoted I took the job anyway. Being a senior storm worker meant that I was not only able to work on the storms but help plan them. I would occasionally pop up at a Golden Threads meeting if I was in the area, usually just to say hello to Kiza. From time to time I would actually stop and talk to the other members of the gang. They were usually friendly to me, having saved their leader and all. I recall that, at one point, Kiza and I were talking when one of the members have mentioned that a “Black unicorn with a silvery mane” was stomping his way through the gang members.

I quickly ran out to investigate it, with Kiza in tow. The sight that greeted me was kind of scary. There was a unicorn, who’s eyes were red and mane was silver, with a black coat. I had dreamed of him before and now that he was here I remembered. He was my lover, my life mate and my savior. Though he was attacking the ponies in the Golden Threads gang. Sure he was just knocking them out, but he was attacking them. I breathed a silent apology to Willow and flared out my wings. In an instant the tips of my wings were cracking with lightning and with a quick flick of my wings I struck Willow with a bolt of lightning that would have been lethal to any pony but him or a princess.

As expected, Willow was knocked out instantly. The gang decided to take the opportunity to try and attack him but I was there in an instant. They stopped their charge when they saw my wings sparking. “No pony touches him!” I yelled, “Or I will fry you where you stand.”

The ponies were too scared to even run. I gently lifted Willow onto my back. When I started to head home I was stopped by Kiza.

“Why are you helping him? He attacked the gang!” Kiza questioned, his anger barely contained.

“He is my lover. He and I have been lovers for a long time, longer than Equestria. I am the Grand Inheritor, former personal guard of Princess Celestia and this is Willow, My lover, Guard of the night and personal guard of a now forgotten princess. Besides, all he did was knock out the ponies in your gang, not kill them. I will find out why and let you know but for now he needs to rest.” With that I left. A small part of me felt a bit guilty for the way I acted, but it was what had to be done.

I nursed Willow back to health and soon he came to understand what was happening. He even apologize to the gang. Life continued and was good, but then came The Storm. I was working on setting up a storm, and as a part of a test that would place me as the storm manager I had to set it up on my own. It was alright, I knew what I was doing, but I made a miscalculation. Instead of setting it up with the usual pattern I used five clouds within a ring of rain clouds. When I had the clouds in place I started it with my lightning, but it all went horribly wrong. The lightning arced out and formed a star shaped pattern and the clouds around the outside were all alight with the lightning. From above it must have looked like a pentagram. The winds that were sustaining the storm forced me into the center of the lightning matrix. At the center of the storm the pure energies condensed and formed a massive bolt of lightning. That lightning struck me square in the chest and that was the last thing I ever experienced in that life.