My Little Human 2: Dear Princess Luna

The ground was coming up fast. 'Sweet dear- gotta think fast.' I flipped my body. Ground, coming, fast, think fast, I'm gonna die. Wings. I dont have them. Draconic instinct? Nothing. Why isn't it working? OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, Think! I turned to face into the sky. There was a blimp! I just needed to reach it! I needed to teleport above it. C'mon Spike, you can do this. My hands formed arcane gestures and I felt the fire of my magic flow through my veins. Teleportation, simple, Twilight did it all the time. All I have to do is account for it's distance, how fast I'm falling, how fast it's moving, our relative locations and that of the ground. Then I need to cut a tunnel into the fabric of space, fold reality through the fourth spacial dimension, and slip through... I was going to die.

I looked back at the ground. Well, I had a few seconds. I wonder what I'll think of as I die. Would it be my sister, her voice admonishing me for eating too many sweets? My new friends, their laughter and good cheer bringing a smile to my face? Perhaps the mouth watering taste of a fire ruby or ocean sapphire as it crunched between my fangs. I smiled lightly, and died thinking about what I would think about as I died.

"I say we paint his face yellow."

"ooh, ooh, we could cover him in frosting!"

"Or maybe toss him in the lake?"

"What'n tarnation are y'all doin'?"

"Nothing!"

I opened my eyes and peered up at the misty realm where time had no meaning. "Dreams within dreams," I mumble, "And no way to tell if you're awake or asleep." I climbed to my feet slowly and looked about the area. White fog obscured the ground and my boots, never thinning enough to let you see what you were standing on. The flat plain stretched to a white infinity in all directions, the only decoration being the practice dummys, targets, and stacks of books gathered around the area I was sleeping in.

I think that not being able to see the ground is a good thing, because when I was laying on it it felt like a down mattress, but when I stood on it it felt like smooth marble, but what can you expect from a dream realm? I pitched forward suddenly, ducking my head as a bolt of red energy passed over me. The next energy bolt skimmed my side as I rolled forward and onto my feet.

In one fluid movement I drew my sword, covered it with dragon fire, and deflected the third shot into the ground before I even looked at my attackers. I'd say friends, but I don't really like to associate my friends with the two women taking pot shots at me from one hundred paces away. After knocking down another of Dash's arrows I took a step toward them and neatly disarmed Applejack and, after dousing the fire on my blade, pressed the backside of my sword to Dash's throat. I am so glad I got used to dream logic faster than the others.

"It's not very nice to attack a friend, particularly one who isn't looking at you." I do my best to simulate a menacing whisper but the laugh I'm holding back from looking at their shocked expressions ruins it, "Were it not for Applejack's element projecting a sense of what she sees to all other element holders I'd be full of holes right now." Dash bit my ear.

"Ow! Not cool!" Applejack disarms me of her weapon and mine.

"Get 'im!" And I went running for my life; dodging and rolling as best I could around the training space.

And why are we in dream space? Why, because not a month and a half after moving to Ponyville there's a crisis that, instead of dealing with herself, or sending in professionals, Celestia (excuse me, Princess Celestia) sends in the Elements of Power. So we have to train in case everything goes sideways and we need to fight or die. Yippee.

But it's not all bad. Dream space has some neat properties. For example, if you believe something, it becomes real. Such as being able to take one step and cover an entire field. Or fly, use strange magic that wouldn't work in reality, and get filled with holes and not die. Of course, the hardest part is actually believing it to be true. I know for a fact that I can't fly. I know that I could, here, but I'm still in my body, and to my sleeping mind this place mirrors reality... Kinda. So my brain is a bit sceptical about just up and flying. But I guess the same thing is true in reality. Apparently there are people who can walk over hot coals and not be burned just by thinking about it. I'll believe it when I see it, but until then, no flying for me.

I shouldn't complain. It's one thing after another since we've come to this "peaceful" little town. It was safer in Canterlot. (Now I'm saying it, the proper name is Camelot. Though naming a city after camels is no better than a horse pun, I guess.) Anyway, the trouble started right from the beginning...