Balance

That fateful ride home on my bike that day was unlike any other. I was nearing home; almost in my driveway when it happened.

My hands suddenly tightened. It was unreal: Almost as if another set of hands was grabbing onto mine, making their grip on my handlebars tighter. They felt much stronger than hands, though... It was almost as if I was having an out of body experience in the middle of the day. In perfect health.

It suddenly spread. Suddenly, my arms stiffened, forcing me to lean back in order to keep my balance. I panicked: I couldn't steer. I yelped out loud in search of help. It spread to my torso. Instinctively, because I was right next to my driveway, I tried leaning towards it in a desperate attempt to head home. It spread to my legs. Instead of steering, I came crashing down to my side, now completely motionless from the unknown grip. Skidding several feet along the gravel driveway to my house, I was surprised but horrified by the fact that I couldn't feel the supposedly intense pain of gravel being driven into my side. In mental pain, I watched my bike fall to the ground and grind against the ground, in ruin the entire way.

It was okay though... Someone was bound to find me now. I tried to yell for help. Nothing came out. Everything went black.

I was almost home. I could see the features of the cloudy streets come nearer as I soared towards Cloudsdale, not particularly enjoying coming home but enjoying the flight there. Well, until the simple flight of mine took a fateful twist. I was just on the outskirts of the floating city when it happened.

I felt an odd stiffness in my wingtips. It didn't really grow on me, it just appeared. I wanted to crack it out and keep flying, but being in the air at the time limited me to waiting until I landed. Oh, well... I could live with it for another few seconds.

Suddenly, without warning, the odd feeling swept past my wingtips and completely infiltrated my entire wingspan. I couldn't fly...

I tried flapping. No avail. I was going to have to land on my hooves, then maybe get medical attention. No biggie. I could still glide.

I tried bending my forelegs to brace for impact, but I suddenly found that the odd stiffness had spread to my legs and hooves as well. In panic, I tried calling out for help as I found the street nearing closer by the second. All that came out was a pathetic chirp. I couldn't even talk... I was useless. What had happened?

Giving up, I barely felt the pain of me hitting the street with full force, sending me tumbling about before skidding to a stop, now completely motionless.

Everything went black.