Fizzled folly

You woke up in the clearing with a ‘fuckton’ of pain in your wings. You looked back, and were horrified at your wings. They were blue and blackened, and covered in blood. You needed to clean them at least to make sure they weren't infected. You stood up and walked over to the creek you had discovered while searching for a clearing, and started to bathe yourself. The cold water gave you the shock needed to wake up, and realise what you had done the night before.

You are horrified. Truly horrified. Garble had discovered your secret and treated you nicely because of it. He didn’t care. He just didn’t want someone dying because of him. ‘How long had he known? Has he known the whole time? Was his whole friendship with me just so I wouldn’t kill myself?’ you wonder. Just thinking about it made you feel more depressed than ever. You decide to continue your trek away from the Badlands.

Continuing on your way towards, well somewhere, you think about what you had done. Firstly, you have left the only place you could have called home. That’s going to go over ‘so well’ with your diseased head. Secondly, you have left everyone you had ever known (‘Now it’s time for “Let’s see Fizzle go mentally insane from Abandonment issues!”’). And third, but probably the best, you distance yourself from the one person you loved, and one of the many that hate you.

Your stomach growls loudly (scaring a phoenix that you were passing by). You quickly coo to help calm it down. Luckily, it settles, and resumes preening. You always had this way with animals that was quite surprising to their friends. But you could never hurt them, not ever, so you were always left behind while they got high off of Phoenix eggs. You pause on your journey as you go to look for some food. Deciding on some healthy-enough looking berries, you collect a whole bunch in your palm and snack on them as you continue.

You eventually come to the edge of the forest, and you notice a town in the distance. It looked like no town you had seen before. It was hard to find your way once it became dark about halfway through, but you kept running.

You were getting tired, and starting to feel dizzy as you finally reached the town. You started to go through an alleyway, and you had to lean on the wall for support. You wondered why you were so dizzy, and one look back told you everything. Your wings were cut up really bad and oozing blood. Your back had 1.., 2…, 3…., ‘too tired to count how many’ cuts on it. You now were slumping against the wall and trying to support yourself. It was getting really hard to think.

“AHHHHHHHH” you hear a scream from your left. You lazily turn your head towards the source of the scream. A purple pony and a baby dragon were staring at you in absolute horror. You just looked at them with a small dumb smile. You finally passed out and slumped over on yourself.

“Spike!” Twilight yelled, “Go get Fluttershy right now, tell her to rush to the Library.” Spike didn’t need to say anything as he bolted towards Fluttershy’s cottage. Using her magic, she levitated the dragons unconscious body as she ran towards the large tree she called home. No one noticed the man who was standing in the shadows.

“Oh dear me, what a mess you've gotten yourself into master” the man said. He stepped forwards into the light. “You always get yourself into these predicaments. Your lucky I’ve been watching you, otherwise you would have died at least three times.” The butler tugs on the glove covering his left hand. “Let’s see how this plays out,” he remarks, as he starts in the opposite direction of Twilight’s library.