Angels are weird.
When I was a younger boy, I had always heard great and terrible stories about angels, and my grandmother would always tell me about them. She would tell me some things in particular, like how when we were at the dinner table, an angel was always there, or she would tell me about special angels that helped God. But most importantly, about Guardian Angels, and how one was assigned to every person because God couldn't watch everyone. She would explain how Guardian Angels were always there looking down on you from above, and how sometimes they came to Equestria for a special situation.
Did I believe a word she said? Of course not. But, it was still interesting to hear about them, so I just sat and listened. However, one memory from that era in my life still stands out, and it clings to me to this day.
It was of a simpler time. I was still a young and innocent colt, only five or six, and not a worry was on my mind. Board games and my imagination fueled my curiosity and attention span.
Now being at that age, I needed sleep and whatnot. My parents only saw fit for an early curfew and long nightly rests. My grandparents didn't. As long as they got six, it was all good. Me and my cousin, on the nights we slept over my grandparents' house, took advantage of that.
Now, I could tell you my cousin is my supposed "long-lost twin" and whatnot, but that's not even close to explaining our relationship. We were almost telepathically linked, but almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. We could finish each others' sentences, and though we look physically different, mentally we are the same.
That being said, it was the middle of the night when I woke. I couldn't tell it at first, but I was craving food. Suddenly, Techno Splash called from the other side of the bedroom, "I'm hungry, I'm gonna go get a snack." Not wanting to be left alone with a candle, I quickly got out of the bed and hurried along.
Suddenly he held up his hand and quietly exclaimed, "Be quiet! Make sure your hooves are soft!" Not really knowing what he meant, I nodded and did the "Pony see, Pony do," trick. Soon enough, we had made it down the stairs and were at the kitchen. The tile floor was crisp and our hooves clacked ever so slightly when we touched it, but it was a home we knew and loved. The room was cut into an opening that lead to the game room our parents had set up for us. In it we could see the marbles gleaming, scattered among the carpeted room. It was dark, but we knew our way around, so eerie wasn't the word to describe it, just a pleasant silence. We soon sat down to eat some milk with "Milk's Favorite Cookie."
We didn't know it yet, but that meeting would soon become a tradition that we call "The Midnight Snack." It didn't matter when we slept over; if we did, there was a Midnight Snack to go along with it. But it was more than that. It was our alone time, when we knew nopony else was around and we had the entire house to ourselves, as long as we were quiet.
However, this was the first time. We learnt from our mistakes. But we had to make them, for we decided, Hey, it wouldn't be a bad idea to play Jacks. Except with us, Jacks was an all out war. If I picked up three, he's be sure to get five, and so on. We went on for a couple of rounds at ease, but then I decided to try the impossible. The record, held by my oldest brother, Techno Meadow, was going to be broken. I did some stretches in my place and mentally got in "The Zone." I got myself in the longest starting stance my little forelegs could take. I dropped the ball and took off. My hooves were trembling as they raced to and fro the crook in my arm. Seven, eight, nine.
"GAHH!!" Did I mention they still used ball bearings back then? Gosh, if you lose sight of it or forget to count, you pay for it with an egg-sized lump in the back of your head. Splash was in shock. I wasn't sure how long, but my grandfather had been standing there. His harsh, cold hoof rested itself upon my shoulder. I looked back and tensed up.
"That was some quick hand work, just like me when I was your age." His old and raspy voice, unlike the anger and irritation the I anticipated, was gentle and accompanied with sarcasm. Splash turned around and smiled sheepishly as our grandfather gave a hardy chuckle. " However, it's late. You both can sleep with me tonight."
A looooong yawn escaped my mouth as realization set in. We both shuffled groggily up to bed, and within minutes we were out like a light.
When I woke, it was bright. The light coming in from the window bounced like crazy off of the white walls of the bedroom. A candle hung in the window, extinguished from the night's winds. I rubbed my hands in my eyes furiously. I sprang up and stretched my tense muscles. It felt like a great day was ahead of me.
My cousin was still resting, shifting slightly and snoring from time to time. I wouldn't wake him yet, I'd let him rest. I needed to practice Jacks after all. I lightly got out of the bed, ready to turn and walk down the stairs. When I opened the door, instead of seeing the stairs I was prepared for, I saw another door. Baffled, I turned and looked at the bed. Only my depression in the springs were there, and Splash was finally starting to stir. I looked to the clock: 8 in the morning. Knowing my grandparents, they'd be up at 8:30 the earliest. I ran down the L-shaped corridor and looked into my grandparents' room. They were still there, in the same position I remember them.
"Splash," I said bluntly as I walked into the door of our assigned room.
"What?" he asked groggily as he stretched his arms.
"How did we get here?" He took a look around and stared at me, just as confused.
That day, we questioned our grandparents rigorously for an explanation. The answer we got was this:
"It was late," my grandpa started, "and you boys were well asleep. I couldn't move with my old age, and am in no condition to carry even one of you. Yet, in the middle of the night, I heard the handle click and the door creak, revealing two children, a boy and a girl, no older than you two. They flew over me, lifted you two up, and went right out the door. I would have followed, but as soon as they had gone I had once again fallen asleep." As far as me and Splash knew, he was telling the truth. "I think they were you Guardian Angels."
My grandfather passed away over a year later, and to this day my grandmother denies that he was the one that took us that day. Because times were hard, my grandmother had to sell that house -- one of my favorite childhood places to go -- and it was soon forgotten. After that, family feuds broke out constantly, and Splash has barely been able to see me. On top of that, he's come down with a rare immune disorder called CVID (Common Variable Immunodeficiency) which allows diseases to infect him more easily. Letters are what keeps the slight bond between us together, and I pray over and over that he will get better. Without him, me self-esteem has gone way down. Friends are rare for me, and I have become lonely.
However, the reason for that story is to explain how it ties into my sighting.
Author's Note
It seems like not much but trust me, I have tons to build upon. And you're gonna love all of the "sightings" Techno has. Yes, this is staring my self-insert OC, but I promise I won't make him a Gary Stu. Anyways, to my regular followers, you should see and update shortly after this and more soon to come. If any of you that have never seen me before, comments and favorites are accepted, and if you choose to follow, I welcome you.
~Boost was here
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Vibrations swam through the crowd as people stomped, clapped, and danced (well 'danced' wasn't quite the term for most people) in time with the blaring speakers that flanked each side of the comparably small, make-shift stage. The wooden deck creaked beneath the hundreds of white shirts, worn for the "Hot-White Dance Party." The stars were barely showing as colored lights bounced off of the miniature water park behind the stage. Unfortunately, it closed after seven, leaving only a ghost and the whole center of the deck black against the night. As the horizon faded into nothingness against the cold, dark waves of the ocean, the ship was alive. Huge smokestacks stabbed at the sky and sent smog billowing into the clouds. And among all the night around us, we were full of life.
Along each side of the dance floor were small huts, each used for different purposes. The one on the starboard side (or bow, I couldn't really tell at that point), there was a bar selling (non-alcoholic) drinks. I sat in one of the surprisingly comfortable seats as the crowd behind me flailed their arms to the Macarena. I sipped my third... fourth maybe? Now that I think about it, they might have been slipping alcohol into our drunks, bu did I care? Of course not! As far as I knew, me and this filly from Trotlanta were having the time of our lives on this amazing (and extremely expensive) boat.
And then I saw something. Something that didn't quite make much sense. A mare was staring at me. No, not staring, it was the look your mother gave you after she finds out you're guilty of doing drugs. A deep scowl drew dark lines across her face as her sky blue eyes bore through me. It was like she could see inside me and tell my exact thoughts. Her long, elegant brown mane went down to her knees and made her yellow coat stand out among the crowd.
We shared a stare down for five seconds, then I decided she looks like she needs a friend, and promptly gestured for her to come over. She gave no indication of response. The waiter that was refilling my cola gave me a puzzled look. I shrugged and then looked back.
She wasn't there. I must be insane, I thought. But I remember seeing her. She was there when I banged my head off of the water slide, when I almost slipped down a flight of stairs during a race with my brother to see who was faster, and most importantly, she was there the first night at the teen lounge when i could finally make some friends. Coincidence? I think NOT! But those moments slipped my mind as my eyes adjusted to the void of black beyond the party, desperately searching for the girl. Soon enough I was getting begged onto the dance floor for the Cupid Shuffle.
It came to my mind recently because, well... strange things have been happening. The reason I'm writing this journal... I have to express my thoughts, but I have no one to turn to. So I need to find My Guardian. She will help me.
My Guardian
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Story created by Techno Flare
Author's Note
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~Boost was here