Through My Eyes.

Chapter One: Heterochromia.

One of my eyes is a dark purple color. The other is a crimson red. I tell everypony it’s that way because of a spell gone wrong, and it changed my right eye red. That’s only a half truth. Really, the spell went completely right. Far better than I had hoped, actually. This would be best explained from the beginning.

It started when me and my sister where traveling. We had just decided to move away from home, and start our own adventure through life. We were all set, and prepared. We had bits saved up, we had our cutie marks. Mine a shimmering, purple like, aurora. Representing my talent in art magic. (And coincidentally my name, Aurora Shimmer.)

My sister, Windy Dawn, had a rising sun. With bright hues of purple and orange. Representing her talent of sky art.

Anyways, we were out and traveling. Loving every moment. But, then something happened, that caused every moment before to come crashing down, as we were brought into the harsh reality of life. We got caught up in a giant storm.

Two years ago, in the midst of the storm.

“The winds aren't bad. I can fly and get help.” I shook my head as I heard the voice of my sister yell over the roaring rain and thunder.

“No! Dawn, it’s still too dangerous to fly. Even if the winds ain't bad!” I yelled back to her, trying to squint and see her form through the rain.

“Come on Shimmy, you know me. I’ll be as safe as ever.” I reached out, to try and grab her before she could’ve taken off. But I was too late. She was up in the air. And she was struggling. I would’ve use my magic to drag her sorry flank back down, but the storm was messing with my magic.  It was the lighting. The lighting that was was too close, and Dawn was way too high up.

“Dawn!” I called out, trying to get her to land. But my words fell on her deaf ears. “Windy Dawn! Please. Get back down here!” I kept trying, pleading with who ever might hear. May it be Faust, or Celestia. I pleaded with them for my sister to be safe.

But I watched,as if in slow motion, as the wicked bolt of energy lashed downwards, and struck my sister. I watched as her form froze solid in the air, then fell. Fell and fell, until she bounced on the ground. “Windy, No!” I shouted, and ran out towards her. I felt the harshest of the storm then, after I ran away from the makeshift shelter under the tree.

I slowly approached my sisters body. “W-w-windy?” I asked in a whimper, gaining no response. “Windy?!” I reached out, and held onto her form. I looked over her scorched fur, watching the twisting and winding paths of the lighting flower tattoo she just received. My eyes started to sting from the tears that wouldn’t stop. And, I just laid there by her. I layed there till the storm subsided. I stayed there until the sun rose high into the sky. Then, I remembered the spell. “I can still save her! It’s not too late.” I thought, as I charged up my horn. I opened my mouth, and spoke the words.

“My love for you is so deep and so true, that there will never be another so dear to me as you. So I take your hooves in mine. And with this ribbon of magic, I will entwine. Your life I'll forever bind, from now until the end of time.”

I felt my voice resonate with a hidden power, something I never thought myself capable of. I watched as my magic aura spread over my sisters lifeless body. “This has to work. This has to work.” I kept pleading to myself, as I felt the constant pressure from the spell grow. I closed my eyes tightly, cringing under the now intense heat radiating from me.

I opened my eyes, just in time to watch as her body dissolved into shimmering dust. “No. This isn’t how it’s supposed to work.” I only sat and watch as she dissolved. The dust wrapped around me, slowly. I felt it spread over my body, chilling me as the spell started to subside. “This. . This isn’t. . . No. I thought it would.” I stammered out, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

“Aurora. What’s happening. . . Did you just?” I looked around, after hearing the voice of my sister.

“Windy!” I called out trying, hoping, to see if she had appeared somewhere else.

“Aurora. You did grandmas spell. . .Didn’t you?” I could only nod. “Why? Why did you do grandmas spell!?” She asked. I heard her voice as clear as the day was. As if she were right next to me. even though she was nowhere in sight

“B-Because I wanted to save you. I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Yeah. So you thought binding my soul to yours would help? Did you think that would save me?” I could only nod.

“You never listened to grandma as much as I did. You now, I had always wanted to be a unicorn. Like you, like the rest of the family. But no, I had to be born a pegasus. And you! You got the gift that I always wanted, and you never payed as much attention to grandmas lessons as I did. The spell you cast, it wouldn’t save me. It couldn’t. It would only mix my soul with yours.”

I started to sniff as she lectured me. “But. . . I guess. . . I guess it was something . . And thank you for. . . For saving me. Kind of.” She let out a small laugh, like she always used to.

Present

“For Celestias sake, can you stop that!” I hear the disgruntled voice of my sister ring though my head. “You know I hate when you think about that. . . . Why are you even reiterating the past?”

“I’m writing a journal. Since we can’t actually tell anypony about this, I thought this would be best. No pony will be able to see it, and I can at least get things off my chest.” I feel her give a mental shrug.

“Fine. Lemme see it then.” I shake my head swiftly. “Why not? Shimmy, I already know everything you wrote. You can’t hide your thoughts from me. Remember? Just move your stupid hair, or use the spell.” I bring my hoof to my face, and let out a groan.

“Oh sweet Faust. How could I forget that? Fine.” I light up my horn, and send out the charge. Soon, the transparent body of my sister appears before me. An astral projection. It doesn’t take that much energy to do, since I am bringing out a soul other than mine. It still wears me out slightly, so I lay down on the wooden ground. “Happy?” I say through small pants.

“I’m telling you. We should go to grandma. Even if she can’t help with this. At least she can teach you magic. . . Or, teach me the magic stuff, and I can just influence you.” I let out a groan. I hate when she influences me. It’s nothing major, but she can make me cast spells. Spells that I don’t even remember learning as well. I hate it because she’s better than me at it. That it just comes naturally to her. A pegasus.

“That’s because I listened to grandma. Unlike some foalish unicorn.” I give her a glare. And then she’s always there, reading my thoughts! I can’t even vent to myself with her in my mind.

“Do you always have to listen to my thoughts? You know, some of those are exposed to be private.” She frowns, and her astral body disappears.

“Hey. I’m not the one who got us in this mess.” I feel myself grow angrier as I cast the spell again. Since she is connected to me, unlike other ponies, I can interact with her astral form. Like grabbing her around the neck, to pull her close to me.

“Yes. You. Are.” I state out. Before the storm, we were close. Barely ever fought. But ever since the storm, that’s basically all we done. “You’re stupid flank flew out, and got yourself killed! If it weren't for me, you would be completely out of this world. At least this way you have another chance at living. We just need to find the. . “

I hear a loud thump from above us. “Hey. Keep it down. Some ponies are try’n to sleep here!” I quickly cover my mouth with my hooves. I look to my sisters astral form, and she only gives me. . . that look. The look that means ‘Way to go Shimmy. You almost screwed up. Again.’

“Of course it means that, because you almost did!” She whisper shouts at me, and vanishes once more. I look out the small window of the inn room we are staying in. The moon is still high in the sky.

“Fine. . Goodnight.” I mumble as I crawl into the bed. Two years. Of that. I love my sister, I really do. But, sometimes she just gets on my nerves. I never regret saving her, but sometimes. . . Sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like if I hadn’t. I wonder if she knows about these thoughts? I never know what she does or doesn't listen too.

I pick up my journal, the one that I had just written in, with my magic and place it atop the nightstand next to the bed. I place it right next to grandmas journal. That’s the item I hold dearest. Grandma gave us both a parting gift for our journey. My sister got grandmas necklace. The one that I’ve always seen grandma wear. Like, literally, she never took it off. Ever. It’s a simple looking one. A long silver chain, that connects to multi-colored rainbow gem, that’s entwined in silver. I survived the lightning so I wear it now. We have no idea what it does, but knowing grandma, it does something.

I got her journal. It details several amazing things about Equestria that she learned when traveling it herself. . . But. . She put a weird spell on it. She didn’t want me to be able to look through it, and learn everything at once.

So, pages will appear. . I want to say randomly, because that’s what it feels like. Grandma said they will appear when we need them. But the journal and I tend to disagree on one thing. It’s that when we think we need a page or something, to when it thinks we need the page or something. I was sitting there, staring at the blank pages, practically pleading with the thing to show me something to help my sister. Something that will give her body back to her.

It wasn’t till later, when we heard a myth about Fausts Sigil. Or The iota. Or the Goddesses tear. There are many names for it. . But, it is most commonly known as reincarnations tear. once we heard about it, the journal glowed, and we flipped to the page. Grandma had written about it. Of course, the journal didn’t reveal much, other than a vague possible location. Up and past the Frozen North. Across it’s great peaks, and into the unknown frozen tundra beyond.

Of course, we haven’t even bothered to go on that suicide quest. . Yet. We’ve been trying to get more information. I’ve gotten my own title around these parts. Aurora Shimmer, traveling show mare, and rare artifact hunter.

“Ha! You wish ponies would call you that.” I groan when I hear my sister speak within my mind again.

“How long have you been listening?” I say in a low, despondent tone.

“Just started. Also, ‘rare artifact hunter, doesn't suit you. I was thinking something more like. . . . Hmm. . . ‘Aurora Shimmer. Traveling show mare, and  artifact hunter extraordinaire’!” We both laugh at that.

“Come on, lets face it Windy. I’m just a nobody up here. Besides, I like it that way. The less others know about me. . About us, the better.” I feel her give that mental nod.

“Yeah yeah. Now lets sleep. You can think more about whatever in the morning. And, I still say we visit grandma. We ain't that far. just saying.” With that, her voice fades. And soon, I drift off to sleep as well.