Chapter 8

Fires of Contemplation

You know the warm and fuzzy feeling a good blanket will give you? Well my ‘blanket’ just blew out. Naturally, I inhale to set ablaze the dying coals.

“Ah HELL NO!!” is the only warning I hear before water is dumped all over me. Snapping my eyes open, I rush the offender, grabbing their wings and throat, and pin them against a wall. Opening my maw, ready to burn the Anti-Fire Blanket tyrant, only to stop at the look of pure primal fear in the pegasus’ eyes. Serves the Chicken right. Speaking of Chicken, I’m hungry. Thinking of food made me smile. My Lunch, at seeing my smile, sagged in relief.

“Foolish Pony” I growl, bringing a ball of fire to the edge of my throat, “Any last words?” Overused, but effective.
“You might be a father, Hun.” At this, I take a look- an actual look at what is in my claws. I see a tan Pegasus mare with silver and white mane, kinda like a Daring….Do….knoc….SHITSHITSHITSHIT!!

“Shit” I whisper, dropping the mare. Slowly turning, I face the portside wall and unleash the torrent of flames, burning a hole in the wall. Glancing at Her, I jump out and flap my wings, trying to gain as much altitude as I can. Reaching the apex (which later I found out was 2,000 feet higher than any ship has gone), I fall back and start to free fall. I don’t bother to control my speed or rotation. Why should I. I nearly, just nearly killed not only a possibly pregnant mare, but also a mare that been the kindest being to me. I deserve to paint the ground with crimson and ivory.

That dark thought prompted me to create a plan in seconds. Reach max velocity, then magic my way beyond that, and leave this life in a blazing glory. Gaining control of my fall, I angle myself downwards and increase my speed. Reaching my peak, I start to fell the strain on my wings, and channel magic to increase the power of each flap sevenfold. A darker thought creeps into my mind and I make use of my magic pants. Envisioning many heavy objects, my pockets bulge and my speed accelerates rabidly with each pound added. Max Velocity achieved. At this point I see the deck of the ship covered in a mass of colors, each individual seemed focused on me. I guess my ‘grand exit’ attracted the attention of the crew…

The sound of an ear splitting howl broke my focus from the crowd to a conical air pocked that had formed in front of me. Before I could investigate it further, the pocket exploded in a shower of black and purple star bursts that rode the shockwave. As I soar past the keel of the Enterprise, a second cone forms. But seconds after it forms a massive pain shoots through my chest and left side. Gasping for breath, my vision starts to fade and panic begins to consume me as I notice the rapid growth of the forest below. Frozen in pain and fear, I start to mentally shut down. Just before I pass out, I hear a soft voice calmly say “Green to teleport” before being consumed in green fire.

Before blacking out from the lack of air, I see a dismantled box speaker on wheels next to an unstrung cello.

"Captain! Large scale magic blast detected on portside! Reports of Fire in the Forge and a hole in our hull!" Lieutanent Reed reported, his console blaring with warning.

Captain Kirk sighed, leaning on the arm rest of his chair. "Send a crew to secure the damage, send any injured to Medbay. Lieutanent Sonar! Any signs of an enemy on the radar? Otherwise Private Ripper may have either gone AWOL or suffered and injury. Have head of Security investigate....." He really hoped the Dragon was alright, but he wouldn't be able to over look the damage and actions of the Private.

As the Captain was sorting his thoughts, the entire ship rocked to the side, a wall of black and purple energy washing over the ship, a deafening boom causing the glass of the Windscreen to rattle in their frames, causing the seasoned sailor to question his gauge of those he hired on.

Author's Note

Some origins are not what they seem

This story is not dead, just set on the back burner. Updates will be infrequent.

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