Chapter 1 – The Thoughts of Rainbow Dash
Author's Note
So, this is the chapter 1.
I rewrote it almost five times.
Edit 22/08/2015 : Remove the full stop in the title to correctly follow the typographic rules of title (no period at the end of a title)
Chapter 1 – The Thoughts of Rainbow Dash
Previously, I used to love flying in the sky and it was really the most wonderful experience in the world. I loved so much the freedom and this enjoyment which I had, until it was ripped away from me forever.
Now, I am The Converted Pony.
Everywhere I go, no matter wherever I look, I see colourful ponies. In the past, I myself had colours; magnificent colours, even. I used to have a splendid rainbow mane, an identical rainbow-coloured tail and a blue coat. But now that I have been converted, my only colours are tints of grey.
As Princess Twilight taught me, the planet Equus, the world where we live, abounds in magic.
Like almost every sapient species around our planet, ponies have access to this natural magic which is around us.
Earth ponies' passive magic comes from their communion with Mother Nature, giving them a strength that is superior to other pony tribes and giving them natural planting ability.
Unicorns can channel their inner passive magic through their horns and so are capable of casting a great variety of spells.
And finally, the passive magic of pegasi lets them manipulate clouds, be light enough to let them fly and makes them more resistant to cold
Before my conversion, I was a pegasus pony. I used to sleep high in the great softness of clouds. I used to train to be the best flier in all of Equestria. I simply used to be myself and I was proud of it.
Now that I don't have my magic anymore, I will never be able to sense the clouds' softness. Without my wings, I will never be able to fly again and I will never be able to feel the exhilarating sensation of a supersonic flight.
Celestia and Discord, as well as most of the unicorn researchers, have tried to reconvert me by using all types of magic that exists on our planet Equus, but magic has stopped affecting me forever. Researchers discovered a Strength Field of anti-magic present and anchored in my deepest inner depths, preventing all types of passive and active magic to affect me.
I feel so alone now that I am the last representative of the converted ponies.
All the others died: some were killed by the converters: many gave up; and killed themselves because of all they lost: their magic, their colours, their cutie marks and, most importantly, their freedom. Even after the forced departure of the converters, only a few of the converted ponies survived, and they have all died due to old age at the present time.
Yes, I am an old mare now, and I would never have expected to survive, but after all, I was the first to be converted and it is not so ironic that I am the last to die.
If there is something that I am sure about, it is that when I die, this ugly scar that the converters left behind them will disappear forever. This is what I really hope for the ponies on this planet who are still themselves.
“Rainbow Dash! " A voice shouted startling me out of my reflection. In looking toward the voice's direction, I saw an orange pegasus flying quickly toward me.
This orange pony was named Scootaloo and I have known her since she was still a filly. There was an era, before the conversion, during which I considered her like my little adoptive sister. Now that she was an adult, she had volunteered herself to Celestia in order to take care of me as part of the "Converted Ponies Moral Support Operation".
But I can't bear to be called Rainbow Dash any more.
“Scootaloo,” I said, “that isn’t my name any more, it can’t be my name any more.”
She landed near to me and frowned. " I don't like this name, ‘The Converted Pony’." She replied "That is what you are, not who you are."
"That is why I call myself that. I was the first one, and now I am the last one. I am a converted pony. My name MUST be The Converted Pony" I explained to Scootaloo.
This wound, this scar MUST be named.
"That is so sad Rainbow." She replied sarcastically, a grin plastered to her face. Scootaloo always try to get me to lighten up, but I will always be the converted pony no matter what.
"Scootaloo,” I paused, “I think you need to stop hanging around me. You have a family to take care of." I warned her.
I am not part of her family, even if it is what she wants me to be with all of her willpower because it is simply impossible.
"Rainbow..." Scootaloo frowned.
A long silence fell between us. I know what Scootaloo is trying to do, and I am thankful, but the sorrow that I am feeling is too strong. The Conversion has deprived me of too many things. But worse is what the Conversion had deprived our planet of. Now that all of Equus is finally closing the wound, there is no place for an old converted mare like me.
I am a living proof of what the conversion has done and I WANT to disappear to take with me the memory of what the converters have done to me and all of Equus.
Because, when I WILL be dead, the spell that "Chaos Saviour Discord" cast on all of our planet will finally be at full power and will erase forever the terrible memories about the conversion for all the inhabitants of Equus.
The only one who would recall about the converters will be Her Majesty The Royal War Queen Celestia in order to protect us in case of the converters impossible returns.
Scootaloo will forget everything about the converters, but like all inhabitants of Equus she will remember about me simply like a victim of an illness that deprived some ponies of their magic.
She already have started to forget some little things about the converters and sometimes I would like to be able to be affected by Discord's memory spell in order to forget about the horrors of the converters' actions.
But sometimes, when a threat seems ruled out, you should not to agree to plunge into the poisoned gift of a false impression of safety nor accept the gift of the oversight.
