Equestrian Origins - How to Train Your Dragon (Edit)

I sat there, in the corner. My tunic light up by the lights of the candles. Across of me was a strange stallion. He marbled at my story. He then stood up and walked over towards a pink mare. My only thoughts were home. How would I get back? Did I even want to? I sighed … Was this my new life. And not to mention that Night Fury that fell with me.

Fluttershy took him to someone, well, somepony called. Twilight, she said that it was not a Dragon from Equestria, that was something I already knew. What really had on the ropes though was why the hell I turned into a horse.  It was a very mentally challenging predicament.

Back on Berk we always learnt that dragons always go for the kill. ALWAYS. So why didn’t he. I slammed my cup on the table and pulled out my journal. My hooves couldn’t quite grasp it.

“Guh, These hooves!”

Twilight walked over.

“Still getting used to your hooves?”

“What does it look like?!”

“I can teach you how to use that”

She gestured to me

“You just gestured the all of me”

“No, your horn”

My horn sparked. It glittered and it shot, like it wanted to be used.

“Just close your eyes, and concentrate”

I closed my eyes, mentally staring at my journal. I tried so hard. I suddenly heard a bang. I opened my eyes and saw I had merely moved it millimetres to the side.

“Concentrate”

Suddenly a green hue emanated from my horn, it made its way towards the journal. The journal started to lift, the pages unfurled as I made it shift towards me. I awed at it. Magic shouldn’t exist. But there is was, right in front of me, staring me back in my shocked face. Twilight congratulated me.

As I read my journal I pondered what Dad back home was thinking. I have been missing for almost one and a half months. Must be depressed. I sighed.