The Adventures of Aurora

“Scootaloo, dodge it! No, move away... no stay there its gone...” I slurred.

Opening my eyes slowly, a flash of light greeted me.

“Oh, theres still fire... scootaloo move!” I barely managed to whisper.

Then I came to my senses and stopped mumbling.

I was In a hospital, Scootaloo sleeping right next to me in the same bed. It was afternoon and all of the other patients in the same room were not paying attention to us.

Scootaloo stirred and mumbled in her sleep.

“Aurora... save yourself... my parents are dead anyway. Dodge the... fire...” She whispered.

Her parents were dead??? Maybe she was just mumbling nonsense.

I turned my gaze to behind me. One of my wings was slightly blackish, the other one had just a smudge of something black on it.

I could feel my back, and as I looked at it, I saw that it was burnt badly. I had a really deep scar in my back left leg, but other than all those I was fine.

A doctor came into the room, and seeing me awake, he smiled. He was just about to say something, when he saw scootaloo.

Ill tell you when she wakes up, okay? He mouthed to me.

Curiosity burned through me like painless fire.

Maybe I should wake up scootaloo? Nah, she needs all the rest she can get to repair her body.

Looking at her now, I examined all the woulds I could see.

A big scar under her left eye, her right wing bandaged. A chunk of her left ear was burnt horribly black. That was all I could see.

And, how ironic, she shifted in her sleep and pocked her right front leg out of the covers.

A scar, stiched already, wound down her leg like a snake. I imagined how painfull that would be.

But with her ear and scar, she looked like some sort of a rock chick.

Then she woke up, her greyish purple eyes gazing up at me.

Then she yawned and asked the doctor nearby for some water.

“Scoots, im so glad your alive!!! Did you see the scar on your leg? And your um.. ear? Or wing?” I asked.

“Yeah, I was awake when you fainted. I was so scared you died.”

She explained what happened. We were both put into one stretcher, whisked away to the hospital, and put in this bed together on her request. Then the doctors treated us and cleaned us and they stitched her up. She said that a broken window caused the scar on her leg.

“Then how did you get into the house in the first place?” I asked.

“Well, I went there with my parents to get my special gem that gives me courage.” he said, looking down. “I was about to tell them what happened, when my father looked up and smelled smoke. Then, I went into the back yard to get a hose, and well. When I got there, they were gone. Dead.” She sniffled, and a tiny shining tear slid down her face.

“Oh, there there. Im so sorry.” I pulled her in close for a hug, being careful about or damages.

“And thats what I was holding when I broke down and started crying because of my parents. I rocked back and forth on the floor while the fire raged on, goetting worse and worse. When I came back to my senses, the hose I brought inside was burned. The metal handle was really hot and so I threw it out the window in suprise. The glass shattered and got me this and this.” She pointed to the scar on her leg and cheek.

I was speechless, and so I just kept on hugging her.

“So, now that im an... orphan.” She stumbled on the word. “Aurora, will you adopt me and be my mom?”