Tears Of A Beggar

Setting off towards the hospital, Viv took in the surroundings as

if they weren't even real. It felt as if he were in a dream, a

horrible dream that haunted him to the brink of insanity. But he

knew this was real, Picker's pain was real, and if he didn't get

to him in time, he'd never wake up. He knew were the hospital was

from an old map of the city, but he also knew getting there

wouldn't be easy. The streets were crowded with ponys coming and

going from daily activitys. He'd need to fly to the hospital. For

any colt his age, this would have been a simple task, even a

delight. But for Viv, it was a challenge. He'd never gotten the

hang of flight, ever since he was a young foal he'd struggled

getting a mere foot off the ground. Now in the face of finding

Picker, he had to try no matter what experience he had before. He

walked over to the side of an empty road. He knew the basics of

flight, using wind currents to help him balance his wings.

Putting a hoof up to his mouth, he dabbed a small lick upon it to

judge the wind current. He took a few steps back, thinking to

attempt a running start, to begin soaring and take off from

there. This was for Picker, he repeated endlessly, nervous of

failing so close to his goal. A group of fancy looking ponys took

notice to him, they stood watching, examining the filthy looking

foal. Taking a deep breathe, he sprinted down the street. Lifting

his wings, he felt his hooves leave the street, he began to

glide. Yes, he thought with a triumphant smile as the wind

whipped past his face. He was doing it! He was flying, just like

he planned! But to his horror, one of his wings began to shake as

of his poor diet and lack of excercise. He suddenly dropped, the

momentum scrapping his body against the pavement for a few feet.

Peeling himself from the street, the entire underside of his body

felt as if it was torn into by sand-paper. Tears began to pour

down his cheeks. Was this what he would give, all that he would

give to help Picker? The group of ponys watching laughed with

delight at his failure. This was it, the end of his journey. He

was ashamed to give up on Picker, but the pain seared in waves

that made his goal seem useless. His motivation was gone, Picker

was gone, what more did the abandoned colt have left? As he sat,

holding his head in shame, a blonde mail pony, from seemingly out

of nowhere came cascading down the street, crashing into a cart

and sending it flying towards Viv. He heard the crash, and as a

reflex, he jumped. His entire body being lifted into the air by

the force of his jump. With a frantic flapping of his wings, he

took flight. The cart sailed past him, soaring down towards the

group of stuck up ponys who'd mocked his failure. With a shreik

they all dived out of the way as it smashed into a nearby

building. "You guys can really take flight!" Viv laughed,

astounded at his accomplishement. The sensation of flight made

him forget his goal, but only for a minute. Now, it was time to

find Picker, to retake his guardian. With a swoop, Viv set off

towards the hospital once more.