Chapter 3: The Magic of a Friend

After the school nurse examined us, and made sure we were functioning properly, we were sat down at the councillor's office. It wasn't an average looking councilor's office; it had a desk, and a file cabinet, but it was also decorated with drawings, upon questioning the councillor, I found out they were by previously graduated students. Some looked intriguing, some looked strange, and others looked down right creepy.

Once everypony got settled in and seated, the councillor asked Shadow Storm and I a few questions.

"Okay so, what seems to be the problem here." She said with a stern, but understanding tone.

Shadow went first. "Life is pointless, so what's the point in trying? All you're gonna get out of us is how we both hate each other because of certain reasons, then you'll say something generic about how we should learn to get along better-"

"Then you'll send us on our way, with us just cooperating to get out of this room and go back to silently hating each other to the point that we end up in another fight and we repeat this entire process... all... over... again." It took a moment for it to sink in, but Shadow beat me to the punchline.

"You just finished my sentence saying exactly what I was thinking." He said ominously. "Unless you can read minds, the only other way you could have known that is if you know this process by heart. The only reason for that is if-"

"This isn't my fist winter wrap up? Ya, this has basically been the story if my life for the past few years."

"STOP FINISHING MY SENTENCES, IT'S WEIRD!"

"Weirder than the two of us combined? Because I'm gonna take a wild guess that one of the most frequent and reoccurring names you've been called is weird, same here."

"At least YOUR colors are normal for a pony! Look at my wings!"

"Yes, as I said before, they are amazing!"

"NO THEY AREN'T! I'M A FREAK, AND NOPONY WILL EVER GENUINELY THINK OTHERWISE!"

"Wait. Your wings, they shot out my lightning. How did they do that?"

"What? Oh ya. Uh, I don't really know." With a halfway hopeful glance at his flank, he was halfway disappointed to see nothing there. "It isn't my special talent, that's for sure." He said bitterly.

"Actually," the councillor finally cut in, "that's something I might be able to clear up."

I had almost forgotten she was in the room. She was a light brown Pegasus, with a white mane and tail. I couldn't tell if those were her natural colors though, because she seemed to be a bit older than the average mare (if you know what I mean). Nonetheless, I was interested in what she had to say.

"As you may already have learned in basic anatomy; pegasi have the ability to control the weather." She said matter-of-factly.

Shadow Storm just rolled his eyes and said "Well no duh, Sherlock. What else is new."

Despite the rude comment, the councillor continued on as if nothing had been said. "Pegasi, with their weather controlling abilities, have control over more than just clouds, they have control over their contents; more specifically, lightning. I believe that when you were struck with that lightning from his horn, your body thought it was a stray bolt, so then it locked onto the nearest empty cloud and let the charge go."

I was surprised that the councillor knew so much about this stuff, even as a Pegasus herself, she's a councillor, not a meteorologist. In any case though, she was making a lot of sense, even Shadow seemed dumbfounded.

"Well, it's just a theory, it may have just been a freak accident caused by unicorn magic, and that's something I just can't explain. As you might know Mad Bolt, trying to explain magic to a non unicorn, is like trying to explain color to a blind pony."

"Well, this was an interesting and unique experience." I said rather awkwardly.

"Ya," said Shadow Storm, "I never thought I'd ever actually learn something in a councilor's office."

"Well, I don't want to keep you too long. It seems you both have had quite an experience today, and I hope-"
"-that we don't get into any more trouble." Shadow and I said in perfect unison finishing her sentence for her.

"Well, okay then..." she said a bit taken aback. "I'll-"

"-be contacting our parents." We finished again. "Can we go now?" Okay, this was getting creepy.

On our way back to class, I decided to take a shot in the dark. "You wanna be friends?" We both stopped in our tracks a the statement. I had said it, but the words felt strange in my mouth. What happened next though, came as a complete shock.

"Huh... I guess so..." was what he said, but what he meant, and later said was, "I mean, we do seem to have a lot in common, and we both have no other friends... it seems I have no other choice."

And that's how it all started, that is how I first met my first, and best friend. Kind of strange isn't it? One moment I hate him, the next I invite him to my house, but I guess when life hands you explosive oranges, you make a lemon tree.