Clockwork Wings

by Aphotic

Rating: teen
Tags: Fluttershy, Adventure, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Romance, Original Character
Length: 20791

Uprising for the Pegasus

The year is 2042, it's been 10 years since my race has been enslaved. We have lost all dignity, branded and labeled as inferior after the invention of steam ships. We are now forced to serve on the admirable steam ships or work at dock yards in exchange for a home. The work is arduous and grueling but it's all we can do to keep our wings, to remain in our home. I on the other hand no longer have a home, I was cast out, not meeting the physical standards for work in the clouds. since I couldn't pass the test they removed my wings and expelled me from society. I am sentenced to death for my weakness, branded, unable to fly like the rest of my kind, with the rest of the Pegasus.

Published 2012-06-20 10:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-30 23:37:04 UTC

Grounded

Grounded

"No, No! Please let me try again! I'll do better, please no, N-Ahhh!" I screamed as the doctor ran the jagged blade to my delicate wings. I bit down in agony, grinding my teeth as tears cascaded down my face. Feathers and blood fell in abundance towards the ground as he continued to cut. I felt a snap as they forcefully ripped the wing from the last tendons holding it on. The pain was immense, spikes of distress shot through my ached body. My stomach churned as I held back the pain. Forcing it down deep within myself. My vision began to blur as my affliction continued. The only thing I could feel was the decimation of my wings. They cut vigorously through the next wing, ripping it off all the same. My body spammed as my soul flared, my heart wallowed in pity as the one thing that made me a Pegasus was stripped from me. Shattered at my feet, destroyed and there was nothing I could do.

I laid on the debased metal table, the straps chaffed my body. I couldn't move as an overwhelming feeling of helplessness crashed over me. I couldn't fly, I couldn't go home and all that I could do was cry. I let the tears fall from my tired eyes, they dotted the ground below me and stained my coat. I wallowed in pity at myself as I was turned into an abomination of my kind. A Pegasus without wings and without a life. I remained strapped down and heard a commotion from behind me. A blustering hissing noise filled the air. I couldn't see what was going to happen as my heart began to race. The noise came closer, close enough to enact fear. Beads of sweat, fear and pain speckled my brow as I struggled more and more. Soon I could feel a warming sensation on my back as I contested. Suddenly I felt sharp, blisteringly hot metal rod hit my sensitive wounds, I screamed as the torture continued. I wanted it to stop, I wanted to be set free but my only freedom came from my body shutting down from the pain. Blacking out, allowing me to relax for the first time in years.

I emerged from my sudden slumber and immediately jumped up to look at my surroundings. It was a dank, disheartening place with blood stains decorating the walls. I noticed hay was covering the floor I sat down. I felt the gentle vibrations of the steam engine. I leaned forward to rest my head in my hooves, relieved that my torture was almost over. Yet the sad fact is that my torture will never truly be over. For now I am a freak, an outcast of my people and newfound government. I was distraught with this blatant fact for my mark will be forever seen to everypony and myself. I sniffed to clear my nose as tears welled in my eyes. I whimpered softly as I felt the steam ship begin to descend. I heard footsteps outside my cell. The sounds of metal clanging on the ground filled the air as a shadow was cast under my door. I looked up from my forlorn state to see my door opening. It hissed as the bolt locks disengaged. The ominous creak it made as it swung ajar was most discomforting. I winced at the sound, shuddering and sliding farther back into the corner of my cell. I was praying that they would leave me alone. "no more torture, no more pain." I said to to myself as my back slammed against the back wall. An abounding figure walked in casting an aphotic shadow on my floor. It walked in as I covered my eyes but still managed to peek as they spoke.

"You, "brand", we're landing momentarily so get up and follow me!" He demanded. I was to afraid to move and my body fought every attempt I made. I continued to cower, planted flush against my back wall crying softly in fear. I hid my head in my arms to block all vision of the abounding figure. I heard him sigh stressfully and could feel the pressure change as his arm hung over me. It crashed onto my neck gripping it firmly. I gasped and squeaked in pain at its enduring grip. My neck cracked at the pressure. My body froze and my legs went limp as he carried me out. I was dragged across the molded wood floors. Steam shot through the cracks and some dripped from the rusted piping above. I didn't struggle as he drug me forcefully through the corridor. I looked at the other metal cage doors like mine that adorned the walls. They were filled with prisoners mostly and I was sure I'm the only Brand on board. I looked down and watched the boards fly by as tears still weld in my eyes. The pony holding me slowed his pace. I felt wind as we neared the end of the corridor. He stopped in front of a large metal door letting cool air flow over my coat, cooling my body. I felt the grip on my neck tighten as I was taken higher and was soon thrown into the room. I hit the ground forcefully, barreling over a few times before sliding to a stop.

I shook my head trying to regain some of my composure. I looked around the room prudently, studying the architecture. It was a hanger bay or the east hangar bay to be specific. A few steam runners were parked behind me resting there heated engines. I looked wide eyed as I saw the hanger bay was open which could only mean one thing for a brand. Another large pony walked over to me. He was wearing a tan jump suit with the URCF insignia decorating his chest. The URCF was the United Races Coalition Force. Unicorns and earth ponies united to share the title of superior races. The pony had black glasses on, his coat was grey and he had white, spiked hair. He walked over to me with a look of disgusted was shown in his face.

"Stand up brand!" He demanded bitterly. I stood up, my legs shook under the strain as my body popped a little at the motions. Soon I was standing in front of the bulky pony. He stared me down through his thick, charcoal glasses. "What is your name brand?" He asked.

"M-my name is...."

"Speak!" He screamed cutting me off. I sank back onto my hind legs and my words desisted. For a moment I couldn't speak but was soon able to finish,

"F-Fluttershy," I squeaked.

"Fluttershy, by orders of the URCF you have been labeled a brand. As punishment, your wings have been removed. You will now live the remainder of your life "Grounded". Unable to return to your once cloud paradise," he stated as if reciting it directly from a manual. I sat down allowing the tears welling in my eyes again to fall. My fears had been realized and they were going to remove me. He walked over to me as I stood back up without difficulty this time. I accepted the punishment before me. I walked with the large pony, as my tears plummeted to the floor speckling it. I was soon looking over the edge of the steam ship. The cloud layer was carelessly floating beneath us. I soon felt a small sense of joy looking at the clouds but it was bittersweet for they would not catch me this time. I took in my last breath of air and closed my eyes, embracing the inevitable.

"By orders of the URCF, you are removed from society!" He grunted kicking my flank sending me over the edge. I was now free falling to my death. The clouds whizzed by me, letting go of me as I fell. I continued to plummet, bereavement and anguish were the only thing accompanying me on this fall. I laughed a little at my final thoughts for they weren't of my past. They were of my future. I found humor in it's inconsistence. How it flashed from my tomb to actual life was both humorous and despondent. I fell further and faster noticing mountains out of the corner of my eye. I hit the tree line hard, branches snapped at the duress of my fall. They ripped and tore at my body, bloodying the ground below me. I hit hard, indenting the soil to which I now lay battered and ready to be taken. I closed my eyes as a cool embrace overcame my senses and I slowly drifted away.

Corkscrew

"H-hey!" Somepony said as they shook me. My hearing was shot and my sight became obscured but the pony continued. "Oh come on now, hey!" they yelled but I was unable to respond and slowly blacked out. My slumber was abruptly interrupted as cold sensation rush over me. The liquid shocked my system and I jumped up. My body attacked me, straining and twitching in my affliction. The new wounds I received from the fall burned as the liquid seeped in and I fell back down. I Breathed softly trying to relax but the pain was too intense to control. It felt like my ribs were knotted up, my stomach was ravaged and my skull cracked. The other pony was now over top of me with a worried look in his eyes as he spoke. "Oh Celestia, don‘t you worry I‘ll fix ya up," He said.

I laid on the ground moving my head diligently to face him. I tried to reply but I was to weak. My head planted itself back onto the ground as mud slowly entrapped it. The other pony reached out and grabbed my hoof trying to pull me up. I grabbed on tightly trying to pull up with the rest of my strength. Shots of pain penetrated my ribs. The sensation felt like some pony was constantly dropping a brick on them. Breathing became harder as I tried my best to fight the on but couldn't. My hoof slipped out of his and I fell back down. The pain consumed me and I again fell out of consciousness.

I came back through and immediately saw I was laying uncovered in a bed. I blinked a few times so my eyes would focus. I felt a subtle vibration in my arm as I looked over to see an IV was in it. I looked down to see there were bandages around my waste along with metal splints. I let out a sigh of relief and rested my head again. The room I was in was massive and by its structure it must have been an old hangar bay. There were scavenged steam ship parts hanging off the walls and ceiling. Most, you could tell, were for decoration rather then actual use. I remained in my bed inspecting the hangar and the machinery attached to me. I couldn't feel anything since all my wounds have been stitched shut or treated. I was happy to see that I was alive but it was a tasteless form of bliss. I still couldn't fly and I was still a monster. Soon I heard somepony was approaching me with a subtle sounds outlining their steps. I listened closer to hear there was a slight clicking hidden in the background. I sank in my bed, slowly pulling the covers over my face as they came closer. I kept my eyes over the sheets just enough to see it was the pony from before. He was a normal pony, tan coat and black hair adorning something on his back. It looked like wings but they were metal and entwined with silk. they remained at his side as the clicking started again when they wings fluttered a little.

He leaned over and smiled before speaking, "You, little girl, are lucky to be alive. Your also lucky I found you and fixed your ribs, head and...well there was something I can't fix, yet!" He said happily.

"A-are *ugh* you talking about my wings?" I asked propping myself up on one leg. He only replied with a gentle laugh and trotted off. I finally got a good look at his back. It was a large, bronzed metal contraption. There was a multitude of gears simultaneousness moving and clicking as they did. The machine covered his back and had metal bars that ran down his sides. It looked as if they were stitched to his skin or melded on. He shook a little and his wings shot out from their cover. I watched as they beautifully glimmered in the candle light. The bronzed rod like structures were holding the silk cover on. You could see other metal straps going throughout the inside of the silk making it taught with the rods and machine. He walked over to a wall crouching down before beginning to fly up the side of the wall. The ticking became more frantic now as the wings vigorously flapped. I was dumbfounded at the spectacle before me. How could and earth pony be flying like a Pegasus? how is that possible? I wanted to ask but I didn't want to intrude on his hospitality.

"Go ahead, I know what you're thinking," He said flying back over to my bed side. He was holding a cup as steam rose gracefully from it and arched over his shoulder.

"W-how are you flying, your an earth pony?" I asked with my words sounding raspy and weak. He chuckled buoyantly as he set the steamy glass on the side table.

"I'm not an earth pony, I'm a brand!" He said refraining from laughter. I was in awe at this colts buoyant disregard for his label. A brand that is laughing about his exile. I couldn’t wrap my mind around this concept since I was destroyed and this, this one colt is unmoved.

"H-how are you laughing about so *AHH*" my ribs bit my sides out of this sudden rage. I gasped for breath and my back arched in the agonizing pain. The other pony rushed over to the IV and opened the valve wider. I quickly couldn't feel a thing as a numbing feeling flooded my senses. My back returned to it's normal state and my breathing wasn't as callous. He closed the valve shortly after and I felt bubbly and a little light headed.

I was in a state of confusion but managed to return to my question, "How are you so happy?" I said quietly.

"Ha, because I don't care. So on to the next thing, my name is Corkscrew!" He said reaching out his hoof.

I reached up to shake it, "M-my name is F-Fluttershy," I said in reply.

"Lovely name, well now you need to rest while I get to work," Corkscrew mumbled.

"What are you going to work on?" I couldn't hold back my curiosity.

"Wings of coarse, you need a pair don't you?"

"Of course but how? your wings are beautiful, how do they work?" I asked again.

Corkscrew let out a sigh and turned around, "You want the long or short version?"

"Long please,"

He let out a stressed sigh before starting. "Always the long, anyways were to start. Well my wing are made from Clockworks as you can see. It is a system of springs and gears working together. Clockworks, unlike Steam works, requires electricity to function properly. My wings are always on because I have tubing connecting to my veins. The blood is sent through the machine spinning wheels. The wheels use magnets to generate electricity. The electricity is then used to power the wings allowing me to fly but only if certain conditions are met," He stated. I didn't understand a word of what Corkscrew said with the Clockworks, blood wheels making electricity, and all this other nonsense.

"What are the conditions, how are they moving like they do?" I asked in confusion.

"Oh that is an easy question. You know that feeling of excitement you get every time before you fly. How your soul rises in your chest making you feel light as air or how your blood races through your body. That feeling, the feeling only a Pegasus can have for flight. My wings movement however is a form of magic. I put an animator crystal in the "heart" of the clockworks. The crystal, as it's name states, animates inanimate objects and allows them to move. A neat affect of this is that my wings are moving on there own. They move as actual wings would. They feel, work, and act as if they were my own wings," He said smiling. He was holding one of the wings in his hands rubbing at the stitching. I could see he still had a sentimental feeling for his old wings.

I sat up in bed, I wanted to get a better look at his wings myself. I noticed a flash from the wings. A spark of creation speckled the exterior of the wings and it had a bantam blue aura. A tear fell down Corkscrew's face onto the wing. I could feel he was still hurt from his exile, still hurt from his loss. I leaned over to get closer to him. I wanted to ask him how long it will take to finish the wings. How long till I can fly again. Corkscrew looked up at me from his wings and let them slide back into a recumbent position.

He reached up and gently rubbed my head "You need to sleep, I'll get to work on your wings," He said as he walked away. I put my head back on the down pillow letting the medication do It's work and drifted off to sleep. The last thought that occurred in my mind was what my wings would look like. I embraced the thought, letting it fill me with joy, allowing me to smile for the first time in years.

What We Leave Behind

(Corkscrew)

As Fluttershy rested I went back to work assembling Clockwork wings. It is a long, tedious job. Before grabbing my tools I looked back over at her from my work bench. She was sound asleep and should remain that way for a few days. I put enough acetaminophen in the IV to make sure she wouldn't feel a thing in the alloted ammount time. Her injuries were major with the three cracked and six fractured ribs, cracked skull, and major lacerations along her back and sternum. It was a very chilling sight to see but the fact she was still alive is a miracle. The sight of her reminded me of my exile as I worked on the Clockworks, drifting away into a memory.

<><><><><><><><><>8 years ago<><><><><><><><><>

"Alright, I need to head to work honey and Doctor," I said as he set the clipboard down "Make sure she's ok when I get back. I don't want my little foal to be droopy eyed when it comes out!" I finished, laughing as I did so.

"Ha, don't worry Corkscrew I'll call you before when she goes into labor," Red Cross said with a chuckle as I walked over to my wife. I rubbed and kissed her belly believing that me little foal could feel it. I then leaned over and kissed my wife too before going to work. I trotted over and hopped out the window and saw we were about two stories up. I leaped through it and fell towards the puffy cloud cover. When I hit the clouds buckled under the pressure but quickly rebounded. I started off, It was a good day as the sun shown over the clouds letting a cool breeze run along them. I watched as the town slowly changed before me. Since the URCF had taken over and a new government was founded more earth and unicorn ponies joined us in the clouds. Along with that the town was filling up with Steam Docks as the URCF demanded more hangars for there ships. Everyone except for a few of us had to go work the dock yards or on the ships. I was lucky enough to be enacted to be an engineer so for the URCF. My job was making new contraptions or instruments for use on the ships. I continued to walked over to the dock yard I worked at. I had a small workshop in the corner office. It was a nice place with littered parts, chipped paint from the steam, and oil stains. Sounds terrible but I like a littler dirt. So I continued on to the dock yard and saw a few URCF troops were watching me as I walked. I waved at them but they returned my kindness with a cold, daunting look. I felt uneasy as I walked through the massive hanger doors. Everyone was working tediously repairing the admirable ships or cleaning the hull. The hulls on the steams ships needed to constantly be fixed because of the water damage or rebel attacks. I walked by smiling and waving at my coworkers but they all looked away. "They must be busy?" I thought to myself.

I entered my office and shut the door quickly behind me to buffer the rigorous sounds of saws. I walked in a looked over at my desk. A clip board was laying on there and it must have the specs for the new instrument on it. I waltzed over to my desk and retrieved the oil stained schematics. I studied them carefully as I walked over to my bench setting the clip board down on it while turning around. I was quickly startled as the three URCF soldiers from before were now in my office. I jumped back and knocked over my tools. They made a loud, clanging noise as they hit the wood panel below the bench.

The middle one in the group moved forwards and stood tall in front of me "Corkscrew, you have been labeled a brand and are being expelled from society," He said in a stern tone.

"W-what have I done though?" I asked briefly.

"It's confidential," He replied.

"My ass it's confidential and you can't do this! I have worked within the law and have a kid on the way!"

"I can and I will, now come quietly!" He demanded as his two comrades moved forwards. I leaned back on my hind legs bracing myself for a fight. I saw the one in front of me turn around so I charged him. I hit him head on sending us both into a flail of limbs as we toppled into the wall. I got up quickly and ran out of my office then jumped into the air and flew as fast I could out of the hanger. My heart was racing, my mind was flogged as I tried to figure out why I was branded. I flew in the direction of the hospital. My wings quickly began to tire under the strain. I wobbled in the air a bit unknowing to the fact that the URCF had a lock on me. I heard a hissing noise then a boisterous bang. The noise caught my attention and I looked back to see an intimidating harpoon coming at me. I dodged to the right but didn't react fast enough. It planted itself deep into my left wing sending fiery wave of torment through me. The weight of the harpoon sent me plummeting to the cloud cover but they wanted me on board. I felt a slight tug then the rope on the harpoon jerked back hard, ripping my wing off as I fell. I cried out in pain as I barreled in free fall. I hit the cloud cover forcefully causing me to slide across the clouds. I rolled over myself a few times and hit the wall of the hospital.

I couldn't move , I was frozen by my cowardice and angst. I was worried they would kill me within ear shot of my wife. I didn't want her to see this, I didn't want her to know. I yelled in pain as I pulled myself from the soft, malleable wall. Doctors and patients crowded the windows as they watched this spectacle unfold before them. The URCF soldiers dismounted there runners and were slowly approaching me. The center one had a machete in his mouth and a dauntless look in his eyes. I fell to my knees and looked up at my wifes bedroom window to see her head peaking out. I heard a muffled howl and listen more closely to the noise.

"Stop! Run Corkscrew! Run!" she screamed. I looked at her and and saw the sparkle of tears running down her face. The soldiers were now upon me and a dead feeling came over me. I closed my eyes and two of the URCF soldiers rugged hoofs grasped my neck. They through me to the clouds and then proceeded to plant their front hooves on my arms. I was held down with my face first in the clouds. I felt the pony with the machete get a steady grip on my lifeless wing. He brought it up and held it firmly in place.

"By order of the URCF you are here by expelled from society!" He yelled as I heard the sound of a blade whizzing through the air.

I managed to pull my head to the side letting tears cascade down my face. I looked at my wife, "Look away Quill!" I yelled as the blade found it's way through the roots in my wing. I screamed in my affliction as the other ponies let go allowing me to weakly rise. I fought past the pain of both my wings and heart so I could stand. My legs became like jello as I used the last bit of my strength to look at Quill, "I'm so sorry," I cried softly to her. I knew she couldn't here it but I knew she felt it deep in her chest. I sank back down on my hind legs knowing that my fight was over. I coughed in vein as one of the soldiers planted his hoof in the back of my head. I was forced through the clouds as thoughts raced through my fading sanity. The last thing I remember doing was praying that my little filly would never know. That he would hear me to be a good honorable colt instead of another slaughtered brand.

<><><><>Present<><><><>

I looked up from my work diligently inspecting it. I was about half way done with the chassis. The only piece missing was the animator crystal. The machine looked lifeless with no motion and an empty heart. I reached over and diligently grabbed one of the extra crystals. I returned and gently placed the animator crystal into the heart of the chassis. It glowed a vibrant pink hue and sent a spark of life throughout the machine. I watched astounded by this sight as it began to enchant the gears. I touched the animator crystal and the machine started to hum. Gears began to tick and the rods used for the stem of the silk wings began to retract. I was pleased with my work as a sense of self satisfaction came over me. I leaned back on my stool and looked cock eyed at the sky. The moon was above the hanger now and it lit the specks of dust carelessly floating around the hangar. I heard a rustling come from Fluttershy's bed and I looked over to see she was just adjusting. The moon beams lit her spot of rest and the machines shined in the light. Looking at her reminded me of how crazy she made my day. I laughed since I haven't had a day like this in years.

I rose slowly from the stool and my lower back cracked. I winced at the pain and rubbed the area as I walked to my bed. It was a callous walk since my legs were numb from sitting all day. Bags were forming under my eyes and my vission became foggy. I uncontrollably yawned as the walk became to stressful and collapsed on the dirt floor of the hangar. I didn't want to move from my spot. I was to tired to want to and I drifted away. Letting the rays of the moon comfort my coat as I began to slumber.

Clockworks

(Corkscrew)

I awoke on the part littered ground of my shop. My body, apparently disagreeing with my sleeping options, screamed at me as I adjusted. I braced my legs underneath me and rose from my spot. My neck was chaffed, stiff, and contesting every attempt I made to crack it. My back followed suit and fought every movement I made to loosen up. I sighed as I walked outside to check the rain troth. It was a beautiful morning with the sun shining, the bird’s singing, and the dew was finally settling. I took in a deep breath, letting the cool air flood my muscles. They withheld their grip and loosened up enough for me to properly stretch. I soon finished my routines and went to inspect the troth. It was full of fresh rain water, about enough to last a week I figured. After I finished inspecting the troth I trotted back into the shop to finish the wings.

"Food can wait," I thought to myself as I planted myself upon my stool. I turned on the mechanism again to see if it was still functioning properly. I watched intently as the gears clicked rhythmically, how the wing rod’s fluttered, and how the crystal shot sparks throughout it. I smiled in agreement with how the machine was working.

"Magnificent, just magnificent. The crystal, gears, and rods all seem to be working perfectly! Hmm, what now? Ah, I know!" I said joyfully running over to the other side of the hangar. The gears on my back ticked as my wings sprung to life. I soon became weightless, gracefully flying through the aperture in my roof. I felt like I could reach the sky, but the thought of it made my heart become callous. I stopped myself and landed quietly on the rusted roof. I walked over to a pile of old parts from a steam ship I salvaged. It was a class 2 frigate that was mainly used as troop transport so there was a lot of food and parts. I diligently looked through the pile and found a piece of old body armor. It was silver, possibly a captain’s suit, and it had an eagle cut into its chest.

"Perfect!" I yelled in excitement of the find. I grabbed the armor with my mouth and ran back through the whole. I shot like a ball of fire back to my desk, landing with such force that I left indents in the grounds. My legs buckled under the pressure and my wings convulsed for a moment. I grunted and shook my legs out to return the feeling before I continued to work. I carried the bulky metal armor over to the fire I started a day back. Red eyes stared at me through black ash as I got closer to the fire pit. I got up next to it, cocked my neck back and threw the armor into the fire. I grunted stressfully as I was throwing the armor into the burning ashes. Sparks shot from the area of impact. My eyes sparkled as I watched the delicate sparks float wistfully away with the wind. I let the armor remain in the pit as I hobbled back to my bench. My legs still battered a little from my "fireball" moment. I continued work bench, watching Fluttershy as she slept. She remained still in her peaceful slumber for she was unbound from her torment for now. I sat at my workbench and grabbed my tools before working. I pulled some silk out of an old dispensary unit I refurbished. It used to dispense food packets, but now it cuts silk for me in my decrepit hangar. I pulled a few feet of silk from the dispenser, working it slowly so it wouldn't tear. I set the delicate fabric onto the bench to start measuring. I grabbed some measuring rope from the drawer and placed it onto the silk.

I counted out "1, 2, 3, 4...." as I marked the silk.

Sweat speckled my brow as I concentrated. I wanted it to be a perfect fit with the rods on the machine. A little loose but enough left over to become more constricted. The silk made a subtle hissing noise as the blade cut through the fine fibers with an old URCF knife. The sharpened blade effortlessly followed the pencil marks on the silk. I stopped every so often to inspect my own work, looking for any imperfections. The silk was cut to perfection and should slide perfectly into the slots in the rods.

"Now comes the hard part," I said sliding the silk into the slots. I cautiously motioned it into the slots, praying it wouldn’t tear as I did.

"It's good! The cr….nobody bucking cares but me!" I screamed upon completion. Fluttershy began to shift in her bed from the noise. I slammed a hoof on my mouth to muffle myself so she wouldn't wake up. I chuckled under my breath, finding humor in my own indulgences. Soon I settled and grabbed a screwdriver to tighten the screws along the rods. The screws squeaked painfully as I jerked them into the rods. Soon the rods were firmly gripping the silk, pulling it tighter until the wrinkles had vanished. I inspected the wings while pulling a bit out of my side pouch. I tossed it at the wings as a simple test. it shot back at me and landed on my lap.

"Almost done!" I said smiling to myself as I reached down and touched the animator crystal. I gingerly rubbed the crystal, watching as life once again fired throughout the machine. The gears ticked rapidly as the wings sprung from their rest. The wings flapped forcefully causing a massive down force. The chassis carried me to the roof of the hangar before I shut it off. I figured that if it could carry my fat flank it would have no trouble with Fluttershy. I dropped with the machine, flapping my wings fleetly to prevent a heavy impact. The machine landed, as if in a whisper, on the bench. I rubbed my head airily to remove the beads of sweat. Smiling with glee, I began to walk out to the fire pit.

“Let’s get this done!” I thought to myself as I stirred into a steady gallop. Wind shot through my hair and my wings fluttered with glee as I quickly approached the pit. I slid to a stop next to the fire place, causing dust to rise from my trail. I stood up, shook my flank off and looked into the fire. The red hue of the pit was a calming sight as I reached for the balmy tongs. I used the tongs to reach into the black void of the pit. Sparks fired from the opening as I reached in further. My face and front legs burned from the intensity of the heat as the armor slowly rose out. It was glowing a vibrant red as the wind kissed it. I hissed in pain as the heat from the armor flooded through the tongs. I turned around and harshly slammed the armor onto an anvil. I jump around rasping as my tongue burned. I slowly regained my composure with little grace before mending the metal. I watched the metal light the surrounding area as the heat expelled from the steel platings. I reached into a water troth and pulled out a metal hammer. I reared my head up and slammed the hammer into the metal. It hissed as water droplets flew off it and onto the blistering metal. I continued this motion in the same area for a few minutes.

“Celestia, please let this be quick,” I said praying as I moved to another part. I worked like a colt out of hell when it came to metal. The heat both bringing me closer and scornfully pushing me away. I worked the metal far into the day, watching as the moon slowly glimpsed over the horizon. I soon completed mending the metal armor and tossed it hatefully into the water. It screamed as it’s fire was quenched in purifying water. I waited a while for the bubbles to stop rising from the armor before grabbing it. I submerged my head into the warmed water and pulled the metal from it. I shook my head relatively dry before rushing back to the hangar. A feeling of intoxication came over me as I rushed back. The thought of finishing a project brought joy to my sunken heart. I quickly reached the hangar, hitting the turn to the work bench hard. My hooves kicked up dust as they coasted over the dirt. I slid at my desk with to much momentum to stop. I braced myself for the coming hit, tensing my frontward shoulders. I slammed into the desk and the metal shot out of my mouth onto the machine. My head hit the ground with such force it bounced a little. I laid on the ground dazed and disorderly as my head ached. It felt like I was thrown through the clouds again. I rubbed my head gently as I rose from the dusted ground. I peeked over the table top and saw the glimmering chassis resting perfectly atop the machine. I smiled in excitement, kicking a hoof into the air as I fell back towards the ground.

“Thank Celestia it’s done!” I said to myself as I laid on the ground. I was exhausted from the tedious day of work now behind me. I snuggled up in the dirt and drifted away, letting the cold touch of night follow me.

Re-winged

Re-winged

(Fluttershy)

My eyes finally opened as I slowly began to regain my consciousness. I groaned as my body’s numbed state was abrading to my senses. I rolled my head over to look around my fogged surroundings. The vibrations of the IV in my arms began to sputter to a stop. I felt a meager amount of pain circle through my body as I rested. Soon an easy ticking noise came close to my bedside as my vision slowly adjusted. A tarnished figure stood before me, an allusion of a smile adorned his face. He reached over me, casting a small shadow as he pulled the IV out. A burning sensation flickered around newly opened wounds. The same figure from before took a rag from his satchel and daintily dabbed the area. I winced, jerking my arm back towards me, but he persisted.

"Fluttershy, calm down, this will help the pain!" Corkscrew grunted as I continued to contest his treatment. The salve from the ragged cloth bit at my wound as Corkscrew pushed down. Tears welled in my eyes as Corkscrew continued this grueling process. I kicked out my hooves and embedded my head into the pillow. Corkscrew finished quickly and then left the rag resting on my arm as he walked away. I pulled my head away from the pillow and peeked at my arm. I reached over and gradually lifted the decrepit rag off my arm. The fibers stuck to my coat, pulling at the sensitive area they were clinging to. Finally I tore the rag from the wound and was surprised at the sight. It was just a small laceration, nothing major but it enkindled my skin. I looked closer to see it was charred around the sides, as if something purposely seared it shut.

I examined it further before speaking to Corkscrew, "Um, Corkscrew, what is wrong with my arm?" I asked quietly.

"Oh, that's just the salve, nothing to worry about," He trotted back over to my bedside. He grasped my hoof firmly and held it out to better see the wound. Nodding his head in agreement with the treatments success he set my arm back down. Corkscrew, smiling brightly, rubbed my injured head gingerly while he grabbed the rag. As he walked away, I grinned roughly , trying to accept his kindness towards me. I couldn't quite wrap my mind around this concept that Corkscrew threw at me. He barely knew me and yet he treats me like we're good friends. I pondered on this for a while, unknowing to Corkscrews frantic movements. He was bounding back and forth, flailing his hooves in the air, trying to get my attention. I heard a subtle whistling noise and looked over to see a gear flying at me. I squeaked and fell out the bed as I evaded the dashing gear. I debarked on the ground, dust shot out from under me as my back hooves fell over my head. I laid there for a moment as I tried to regain my composure.

I heard the sound of a hoof hitting a face before Corkscrew said "Sorry, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm ok," I replied, trying to adjust myself. I did an awkward backwards roll and soon found myself upright. I perturbed my coat, dislodging any dirt clutching onto my fur. Upon completion of my little dance I wobbled over to Corkscrew. I was light headed, my legs weak, and my body contesting my every action. Corkscrew noticed my distress and rushed over to lend a hoof. He came over to my left side, propping his body under my front-left leg. He put one of his legs around my back and conveyed me over to his stool. He pulled my leg off him and helped my plant myself onto his rugged, leather top stool. I put my hooves on the table, holding my chest frontward as I tried to compose myself. I breathed rhythmically, letting each breath embrace my lungs. Corkscrew was walking to the other side of the work bench while I did this. He placed his hooves over a tarp covering a bulky object. A smug look came across his face as he looked up at me.

"You ready for this Fluttershy?" Corkscrew asked, his eyes twinkling in anticipation. I smiled at him and nodded to signify my readiness. His grin widened as he grasped the tarp tightly. He chuckled before ripping the tarp off the object before him. I was shocked, possibly dumbfounded at the sight before me. It was a set of glimmering, steel wings. The metal gleamed in the caliginous light of the hangar, the gears softly pulsated as I approached it. I leaned over the table, stretching my hoof out to feel the glorious set of wings. I placed my hoof tentatively on it’s metal chassis, a spark shot up my arm as the wings sprung from their recumbent position. They fluttered a little before, what it seemed like, stretching themselves out. They continued life-like motions until I removed my hoof from the chassis.

I looked awe struck at Corkscrew, "H-how? How did you do this?!" I said jubilantly confused.

"Oh, you know. A little bit of work, maybe some magic, a hard table," Corkscrew said, getting quieter near the end of his sentence. He rubbed his head and walked back over to me. I turned in the stool and it made an agonizing screech. My left eyelid cringed as I held out my arms to hug Corkscrew. He caught my expression and embraced me, his hug got tighter and he lifted me off the stool. I giggled as he spun me around a few times in a blissful celebration. Eventually he let go allowing me to drop back to the ground.

He looked at me, his joy quickly fleeting from his face. "I need you to head back to bed now Fluttershy," He said sternly.

"W-why?" I asked, disheartened by the daunting gaze in his eyes. He walked over to the bed with a heavy influence in his step. I watched him closely as he changed the liquids in the IV, putting another clear liquid into it. I noticed that it was a smaller dosage then before. I walked over beside him, he ignored me and trotted back to his bench. I laid back down against the soft, spring bed and waited for Corkscrew to return. He came back with the wings on the bench, surgical equipment had also been scattered on the bench. My pupils shrank, I started to shudder and break out in a cold sweat. Memories raced through my head at the sight of the chilling tools.

Corkscrew saw my agitation and placed his hoof on my shoulder. "It'll be alright Fluttershy," He said softly. I began to relax at the sound of his voice, the paralyzing memories began regress back into the shadows of my mind. I took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly so my heart rate would subside to a normalized rate. Corkscrew grabbed the IV syringe off the top of the machine. He grabbed my hoof firmly and stretched my leg out, he diligently aimed the needle at one of my extruding veins. Carefully, he pushed the needle through my delicate coat, sliding it deep into my leg. I winced at the uneasy feeling of the cold needle. I soon began to feel light headed, my body being caressed by the bed. My eyes became burdensome and soon, soon everything was dark.

I awoke face down on the bad, my back aching along with my ribs. I slipped my way out off the bed and stammered towards the mirror. My body felt heavier, my legs struggling in their weakened state to hold me up. I saw Corkscrew, sitting bloodied and bedraggled on his stool. He looked up at me and smiled vibrantly at the sight of me. He pointed to his right, I looked over in the direction I was motioned to. I saw an old mirror, it had gilded edges with an ivory finish. I casually walked over to the mirror, I heaved in anxiety as I got closer. Soon I was upon the tall, ivory mirror looking intently at the sight before me. Tears welled in my eyes as I saw the gorgeous wings from before adorning my back. The gears began to tick frivolously as the wings rollicked around on my back. They moved as I wanted them to, as if they were my own wings.

I looked at Corkscrew as tears cascaded down my soiled face. "T-thank you so... so much Corkscrew," I said blissfully. Corkscrew dismounted his stool and walked over the me. He grinned as he got closer, soon we were next to each other and he hugged me. I couldn't hold back my joy anymore and I broke down in his arms, letting my tears speckle his coat.

Old Friends

Corkscrew sat outside for about an hour now. I remained inside staring in awe at my beautiful new wings. The feathery sounds of gears humming vibrantly as they worked calmed me. The wings fluttered and moved as I wanted them to, almost as if they were mine. I felt like a runway model as I posed in antithetic ways on front of the mirror. I saw Corkscrew look back and started chuckling silently to himself as he watched me. He continued to grin as he elatedly waved at me. I beamed back at him as I trotted daintily over to where he sat.

I got close to where Corkscrew rested and planted myself next to him. "Um, what are you waiting for Corkscrew?" I asked quietly.

He leaned over in his seat, "Old friends is all," He replied happily.

"Who?" I asked wondering how a Brand had friends.

"Hmm, I think you know them actually!" He said joyfully. I looked at him cock eyed when he finished speaking.

"who could it be?" I thought to myself, ruffling my coat as my wings began to settle. A chilled breeze darted in-between the trees, bristling the leaves and nipping my coat. Corkscrew shuddered a little and put his head between his front legs. He let out a harsh sneeze and then returned to his previous relaxed sate. His eyes were dead set on one spot, a clearing within the tree line. It was a large opening to where the sun founds its way through, graciously lighting the surrounding area bellow it. I looked through it as well to try and see what Corkscrew saw. I only saw small escort of Steam ships drift through the cloud cover. A steam punk or two jutted from the exterior of the wooded shells of the ships. I watched as a cloud sprouted behind them as they shot far ahead of the other ships. The sounds of gears sparking against one another satiated the air. Corkscrew got up, stretched his back and shot into the air.

I jumped from my spot, "Hey, w-wait!" I tried hollering at him. Corkscrew didn't hear me and continued off in his original coarse of flight. I bolstered back on my hind legs, the gears began to rhythmically dance in their place. My wings shot from their recumbent pose and began to briskly flap. Ready for flight I jumped up and quickly fell back down. I buffeted the ground, setting an indentation of myself into the cushioned grass. Saddened, I laid there with my flank higher then my head. A few bunnies poked their plush, white heads out of the bushes. A broken grin illuminated my face as I arduously braced myself. They rushed over to me with a helpful expression decorating their faces. I welcomed my woodland friends as hey assisted in my attempts to stand. My body was still callous from the affects of the anesthetic from the surgery done on me yesterday. The petite, snow coated bunnies set themselves bellow me. I heard belittled grunts as the jumped forcefully to bring me up. It was laborious work on their parts but I was back on all four hooves.

"Thank you little ones!" I said happily as the snow coated bunnies found their way back, disappearing into the bushes they once emerged from.

A muffled howl found its way to my ears and I looked up. "Fluttershy!" Some pony screamed. A blue and tan blur shot through a low flying nimbus and then towards me. I squeaked acutely, dodging left and right trying to find somewhere to hide. I dove into a thick brush of twigs and leaves, "No, go away!" I thought to myself as the sound of hooves boorishly digging themselves into the ground came from behind me.

A grunt came shortly after the landing as Corkscrew began to speak. "Fluttershy! Fluttershy, where are you?!" He yelled with a curious tone.

"Huh, I saw her on the way down, I think?" the other pony said.

"Same, but I don't know where she went. Well lets go check the hangar dash, she might have went back after I left," Corkscrew said. My eyes widened at the sound of that name, Rainbow Dash. My oldest friend from flight school, she stuck with me through thick and thin. I jumped blissfully from my cloak of leaves and spun around. Rainbow Dash turned around and a smug grin illuminated her face. She broke out into a gallop, her wings twitching with the intention of flying. Tears welled in my eyes as I too ran towards my long time friend. My heart skipped with the beat of my run and became more and more intense the closer I got. We were soon upon each other and we crashed into each other’s arms. I gripped around her waist tightly, leaving no space between her and I. Rainbow Dash embraced me with the same intensity as I began to cry.

"Y-your ok!" Rainbow Dash said in a muffled tone as she kissed me on the head. I couldn't speak for all my strength was being used in my hug. I didn't want to let go, I just wanted to be sure she wouldn't leave.

I sniffled a little, trying to alleviate myself before speaking, "Rainbow Dash," I whispered, gripping tighter to her coat. My joy overwhelmed my other senses and sapped my strength. I dropped to my knees but continued to hold on to Rainbow Dash. Corkscrew remained off in the distance, watching as me and Rainbow Dash reconnected old ties. A tear cascaded down his cheek, probably in memory of an old friend too.

He walked over to us and put a hoof on my shoulder, "C'mon let’s get to the hangar, there is one more person you need to see," He said with a caring smile.

"Wait, there is more people here, well who?" Rainbow dash asked. Corkscrew just smiled, shrugged his shoulders and walked away. The thought of someone new caused me to loosen my grip around Rainbow Dash, allowing her to trot off with Corkscrew. I slowly regained my composure, rising rashly from my jubilant state. I shook the tears from my eyes and trotted anemically to the hangar to meet up with Rainbow dash and Corkscrew. A scream emanated from the hangar, for joy or fear I couldn't tell. I froze in my tracks for a moment then slowly crept up to the massive hangar doors.

A familiar voice was the first thing I heard, "Rainbow Dash?! Corkscrew?! What are you two doing here?" The pony asked.

"Twilight Sparkle! Ha, still carrying books everywhere I see," Corkscrew said in a stressed joy. The hate towards other races except Pegasus burned within him. Twilight, on the other hoof, was a friend of Corkscrew so he overlooked it.

"Looks like the gang is back together!" Rainbow Dash said happily.

"Almost, so what did you need again Corkscrew?" Twilight asked.

I slowly got closer to the gaping hangar doors, cautiously peeking my head around the corner. Corkscrew looked over his shoulder, I knew he saw me so I swiftly pulled my head back. I heard the recognizable sound of hoof beats slowly approaching me. A hoof magically appeared in front of me, roughly gripping my front right leg. The pony effortlessly pulled me into the hangar and in front of Twilight and Rainbow Dash. I looked back to see Corkscrew was the one who had the firm grip on my leg. In a ghost-like way his grip disappeared, he winked and walked out of the hangar bay.

Twilight gasped at the sight of me, "F-Fluttershy? You’re alive!" She said with a surprised form of bliss. My heart sank in my chest, the sight of a unicorn had a disheartening affect on me. Even though it was Twilight my body's anxiety became easily known. I fought through my original senses and hugged Twilight.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," I said weakly. My body couldn't handle all this excitement in its weakened state and I collapsed.

Twilight looked down at me cock eyed, “Are you sure?" She asked as Rainbow Dash hoisted me up.

"Yeah, are you sure you're ok?" Rainbow Dash asked. "Because those new wings look heavy,"

"Oh, that what Corkscrew wanted!" Twilight said proudly.

"What?" Rainbow Dash asked in reply.

"He wants us to train Fluttershy, or for lack of a better word, re-teach!"

"Re-teach her how to what exactly?" Rainbow Dash said in a frustrated tone.

"Fly, of cores!" Twilight said with a confident smile. Rainbow dash looked back and forth between me and Twilight before nodding her head.

"Yeah! I think I can do that," She said in a boisterously, looking at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Breaking Clouds

It's was early in the morning now, I watched as the sun climbed it's way into the sky. I listened as the birds buoyantly hummed outside the hangar bay along with other waking critters. I shot up in my bed, hoping to see if my friends were still here with me. Looking around all I gathered was that Rainbow Dash and Twilight had left sometime last night. There was a patch charred dirt in the center of a bantam ditch near Corkscrew's stool. I slouched down and sighed softly, letting a tear dive down onto my lap. But, my sadness was quickly ended as the blatant sound of a steam ship echoed throughout the hangar. I listened closer and noticed something. It was a hushed scream and it almost sounded as if somepony was cheering.

The noise quickly became more audible, "Whoo-Hooo, wait, oh sh..!" the pony screamed as they tore through the hangar wall. Chunks of rusted steel lining shattered off the wall while some bended back into a wave like position. The unknown pony punched into the ground, leaving a large divot where they crashed. I froze in fear, waiting for this pony to move or show signs of life. A stressed grunt was muffled by the sound of broken gears fighting for space. I continued to watch intently as the pony strenuously rose from the scene of their crash. The thick haze of dust settling around them made it hard to identify who it was. Eventually, the pony was on all fours and stretching out their possibly kinked joints. I noticed they pony was shaking out their hind legs before they proceed out of the dust cloud. It casually walked out of the cloud and found their way over to me.

I was relieved of my anxiety when I saw it was Corkscrew, "Oh my, are you alright?" I asked worriedly.

"Oh yeah, I've done it at least once before!" He said happily. I again was confused be his naturally jubilant nature but disregarded it for now. I noticed Corkscrew had a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he continued to stare at me. I blushed as he got closer and ducked my head, letting my hair become a canvas over my face. I soon felt sense of curiosity come over me because usually Corkscrew wasn't this excited.

I managed to move my hair over enough to see him, "Um, why are you so excited?" I asked softly.

"Finally! Well I never tested walking on clouds until ten minutes ago. You know the thing we lost with our wings, anyway I tested it and it worked! We can go live in the clouds again, we have a home!" He finished with great enthusiasm. My eyes widened with the thought of going home, but it was bittersweet because I knew I, or we, wouldn't be accepted. We could never be accepted for we have been branded, forever cast out, forever lost to society. Yet, I managed to smile and hug Corkscrew, I embraced him thankfully. Corkscrew wrapped his arms around me too, I heard a subtle sniffling noise and felt a cold drop slither down my neck. It was a short occurrence though as Corkscrew lifted me out of bed. I grasped his sides tighter as he began to shake, as if trying to get me off.

"Fluttershy," Corkscrew said with his face settled in my chest.

"Yes?" I replied still blushing from all these close encounters.

"I can't put you down for some reason," He said sternly. I realized I was gripping his sides to tight for him to release me. I loosened my grip just enough for him to gently lower me to the ground. I wiggled my hooves a little until I felt the cool touch of the dirt. He let go of me and bounded backwards as I set all of my hooves on the ground. I watched as he galloped out of the hangar and take off into the sky.

I gasped and began to yell, "W-wait!" but I did it to weakly. I realized he couldn't hear me so I galloped as fast as I could out of the hangar. I finally made it out of the hangar, the sun speckled the dew adorning the leaves of the maples outside the hangar. I watched the beautiful spectacle of shimmering trees and the birds dancing through them. It distracted me for a few moments but I quickly broke back into reality. Remembering the direction Corkscrew flew off in. I readied myself, crouching back on my hind legs. My wings shot from their spot of rest and shivered with the intention of flying. I took in a deep breath and let it out forcefully as I, again without much grace, flew into the sky. I wobbled a little, doing a few barrel rolls as I catapulted myself to a hole in the clouds. I quickly approached the clouds, shutting my eyes before crashing through them.

"Yeah Fluttershy, your doing it, your flying! Corkscrew yelled. I opened my eyes and saw the sun blazing brightly before me. A cracked smile came across my face at it's glorious sight. I climbed higher into the sky before coming to a halt. I breathed deeply qnd with heavy exasperation as joy and excitement overwhelmed me. I was flying, I was home, I was free. I searched around, looking for a tan pony resting on a cushy cloud. Icontinued my search for a while before seeing Corkscrew doing a reverse stroke on a nimbus. I hastily flew over to his low flying cloud and crashed next to him. I rebounded off the cloud and bounced around, quickly shooting up and down on the nimbus. On the last bound I flipped over myself, falling onto Corkscrew. We laughed nervously as our noses touched, rubbing gently together. I noticed his cheeks turned to a cherry color, as we laid there in each other company. but he eventually pulled me off of him. My heart was racing, expecting a kiss or something from that moment.

Corkscrew sat up in his spot and gazed at me, "So, lets test your wings! Try to keep up!" He said before dashing off through a cloud. I chuckled a quietly to myself before following him through the hole he made. I watched as he performed the same spectacle that Rainbow Dash had done not even a day ago. His gears sounded like that of a steam ship as he draped through layer after layer of clouds. A golden hue followed him like Rainbow Dashes tail streaks. I felt like a child compared to Corkscrew and Dash‘s flight abilities. Eventually he finished his display and darted over to me, flying by with such force that the draft behind him sent me into a spiral. I stopped abruptly as hoof had grabbed my leg firmly. The scenery around me was blurred, hazy almost. I shook my head and turned around to see Corkscrew smiling at me.

"Lets try something easy, huh? how 'bout jumping, ever hear that song Life’s Like a Jump rope, I think it‘s about jumping?" Corkscrew said as he got his face pressed up against mine.

"Uh, jumping sounds wonderful and no, I've never heard it," I replied softly. Corkscrew just laughed as he began to jump on the cushioned cloud. I followed suit and began to as well. We looked at each other with a glimmer of hope in our eyes. My cheeks began to turn a rose color as I chuckled at the acute flips he did. I did a few back flips as well, barrel rolling and falling on my back only to be rebound back onto my hooves.

We continued these playful games and actions until the sun rose high in the sky. We now sat upon a slowly dissipating cloud. watching a stars slowly began to appear over a colored horizon. The pink, purple and golden lining of the clouds sent a feeling of relaxation and love over me. I laid on Corkscrews chest, I felt his heart beat slowly grow faster as he held me tighter. The same spell must have overtaken his body as it did mine.

He took in an ample amount of air before speaking, "Hey Fluttershy?" He asked.

"Yes?" I replied as Corkscrew sat up, he had relaxed so long that his body tremble in his attempts.

"You think we would have ever me if we didn't get branded?" He asked as he looked down at me with curiosity in his glare.

"Why?"

"Well to be honest I've never had such good company before. Hell, no pony ever appreciated my work before or understood my trifles. Basically, meeting you was the best thing that happened to me in a long time!"

I removed myself from his chest, motioning myself next him,” I feel the same, I-I was never truly treated like a pony before……My, well, a-abilities with people and flight didn't bring ponies to me. B-but you, you treated me with respect and genuine kindness. I-I-I....." I couldn't finish, I broke down again, falling down onto his chest. I felt a hoof gently hold my cheek and raise my head. My eyes were watery and tears were cascading down my face. Corkscrew looked at me deeply, using his other hoof to wipe the tears away.

I continued to sniffle and groan, "C-Corksc...." I was cut off. Corkscrew silenced me when he moved his head down and kissed me. I couldn’t think so I closed my eyes, accepting his gift, accepting the only thing I wanted tonight.

New Flame, Old Ties

We continued to kiss under the incandescent light of the setting sun. The purple, almost pink hue, glistened off the nimbus we now laid upon. My body tensed with every smack of our lips, sweat began to appear off corkscrews brow. My body began to convulse and twitched in a rhythmic patter. I felt Corkscrew’s hooves climb their way up my trembling back and then wrap around me. in one abrupt motion I was swayed to my back. Corkscrew glared at me, anticipation was shown brightly within his eyes. I was breathing heavily, waiting for what was about to come, my first time. I closed my eyes in anxiety but with a hint of bliss. But, instead of us having sex I felt tears hit my coat. I opened my eyes and saw Corkscrew, he was crying softly with his eyes closed.

"I-I can't do this, I'm sorry Quill, its just to hard," Corkscrew said in a nearly inaudible tone.

I arduously slid into an upright position before speaking, "W-who is Quill? was she your daughter?" I asked between my heated breaths.

"M-m-my c-child?!" Corkscrew said as he fought every emotional cord I pulled. The emotional ties he had with this mare must have been strong for him to be jerked from his lust. Corkscrew fell back onto his flank, sniffling and fighting for composure. Maybe even for a little peace of mind. I motioned myself onto my knees and crawled over to him.

I got close and pulled Corkscrew into me, "It's ok," I whispered to him as he finally let his emotional restraints snap. I held him tightly as he mourned for another, perhaps she was dead? Maybe she was lost? I didn't know so I helped hold Corkscrew together.

he tried to talk over his pain but I only heard this, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I became agitated at the fact that I didn't know how to help. But, I was going to try, I had to for Corkscrew.

I positioned my head next to his, "Tell me about her," I asked softly.

"I. She...beautiful," Corkscrew finally managed to say. "S-she was everything to me, but then they took her. The damned URCF took her from me. I-I still remember our wedding day, so perfect, almost a delightful ambiance of what hope was." he finished. I was stunned, dumbfounded by the fact that Corkscrew is, or was, married.

"Did you have kids?" I asked, letting go of Corkscrew so we could talk face to face.

"No, she was going into labor when, well, when I was branded," He said with some agony.

"What!" I gasped.

"Yeah, I-it was done outside her hospital window, she saw every fucking thing!" He cringed with regret. My eyes began to well a little, I couldn't imagine the pain they must have felt. Quill seeing her husband slaughtered in front of her. Ripcord seeing his child bearing wife's affliction, and his child. Corkscrew's child never know who his, or her, father was. All these thoughts webbed together in my mind slowly overshadowing me. I felt a sinking feeling in my chest, like my soul had sighed in this moment.

I kept my worry bottled and continued to ask, "Did you know if it was a colt or a mare?" I asked hurtfully, worried that I’d offend him.

"Yeah, it was a little mare. The doctor said she would be healthy, strong wings and," Corkscrew stopped for a moment to regain himself. "Strong wings and everything, we were so h-happy," He barely managed to finish. Tears streamed down Corkscrews face like a desolate creak. Now, I couldn't hold back my own tears. A little mare, his little mare never knowing, never able to understand why. Why her father was gone, why he had to be killed. At least tried to be killed. But, my minds clouded haze had a silver lining in the basis of marriage.

I remembered Corkscrew saying he remembered his wedding, "Um, you said something about a wedding earlier, can you tell me about it please?"

"Yeah, yeah I did and yes, yes I can. It was about nine years ago on a breezy August afternoon. The Canterlot gardens were dotted with blooming spring flowers. An almost unknown feeling overcame me as I watched Quill walk down the Isle. Oh, how the sun beat of her golden mane just made me blush. I thought over and over again, "I'm really doing it, I'm marrying Quill!" I remember waiting patiently next to my good friends Bio-Haze and Florian. We were dressed to the best of our abilities and budget. But Quill, oh Celestia did she look magnificent in her dress. The rose stitching along the bell of it with an ivory wave design lining the entire thing. I remember Florian nudging my shoulder with a smile on his face. All I did was laugh and that caused her father to give me the death glare. I froze in my spot and again waited patiently for her father to let her stand with me. Her father ler her go from his front leg and she gracefully walked up the stairs. She positioned herself in front of me, we both smiled with glee. Eventually, the preacher said his little garble and we exchanged vows, I remember them perfectly as well.”

“I, Quill, promise in life or death, for the times we try and the times we progress. To stay hoof in hoof with you even if we grow old. And if we grow old, and our memories fade, I'll remember my faith to you through my minds troubled haze. Even if we have nothing to say, nothing to do but be in each others arms. Then that’s were I'll stay, with you forever and any day." Quill said with a tear falling down her tanned face. I gathered myself an began to read mine. “I, Corkscrew, Promise in troubled times of deep anguish. To stay with you and help you through them. To hold you higher then your problems and let you fly. To eventually bring you back down just so I can have you to myself again. I promise that if it gets boring to liven the mood. That if we tire in our age I'll carry us both. And , if we separate in any way, I’ll love you forever and in times untrue." I said with a grin breaking across my face." Corkscrew finished with a broken smile on his face.

"O-oh Celestia, I'm sorry Corkscrew, so very sorry," I said with tears cascading down my cheeks.

"It's ok, you didn't know and I couldn't stop myself," Corkscrew replied.

"What do you mean, you still love her don't you?" I asked, creeping forward a bit.

"Of coarse I promised but, but eight years and I don't even know if she's alive! You made my heart beat for the time in years and I-I almost, dammed, I almost broke my vows" Corkscrew spat in disgust with himself. I felt happy for a moment knowing that Corkscrew, even through his own problems, cares for me too. I crawled forward again and hugged him.

"Thank you," we somehow whispered in each others ears. We quickly released ourselves from each other. Corkscrews anguish fleeted from his face as a bright smile took it‘s place. Corkscrew quickly jumped on all of his hooves and did a somersault over to me, tackling me into the cloud. we both enjoyed in a friendly laugh as he rolled off me. We laid on a blackened cloud, the cushy pillow of the nimbus relaxed my body. I tired from a long day of play and heart ache.

Corkscrew was only a few inches from me when I spoke, "Corkscrew, you a.." I was cut off by the subdued sound of his snoring. I just smiled for a moment and then rolled over to him, letting my head rest on his chest. I began to think to myself about the events today. Being able to fly, walk on clouds again, and understanding Corkscrew. I couldn't wrap my mind around any of them. All of them had a certain mystery to them, but all wrapped in bliss. I snuggled my head deeper into corkscrew's chest as my thoughts continued to race through my head. But, I disregarded them all and accepted the day for what it was. A perfect day.

We Need To Go!

It's been a few days after the magical night Corkscrew and I had shared. Although the time then was awkward and opened my eyes. I still feel quite cheerful that Corkscrew cares for me, but he has to much on his mind to follow through. The feelings he kept bottle within him prevent any movement toward his new ones for me. I was currently in a steady canter back to the hangar with a bitty bag full of wild flowers. As I cantered a few squirrels joyfully hopped with me, I looked around to inspect my surroundings and saw that birds were flying by. They dove gracefully by me in a display of skill. Their display had distracted me enough to were I didn't notice Corkscrew in front of me. I crashed into him, rebounding off him and onto my flank. He glared at me worriedly for he knew something terrible had happened. I could also see a spark snap behind the glimmer in his eyes. I was scared of him for once but fought past my anxiety and began to speak.

"Oh, sorry Corkscrew I didn't see you there," I said with a smile as I my wings aloud me to fleetly rise onto all of my hooves.

"It's fine, but, we have to go!" He said quickly.

"Go where? And why?" I asked in a confused tone.

"Far away, anywhere just not here!" He began to yell as I sank back onto my hind legs. "C'mon, lets go!" He yelled grabbing my frontward leg and jerking me forward. I didn't understand what was going on until I saw it glooming over us. It was a steam ship and all the outward doors were open, signifying that the troops had been dropped. I looked in both fear and disgust at the massive vessel. Corkscrew had the same look adorning his face but with a certain hate pertaining to it. He shook is head, sighing a swear softly under his breath before accelerating to a gallop. The trees had a water color affect to to them as we ran. We swiftly ran into the hangar bay but were stopped by an unexpected sight. A few steam punks had beat us to it, there was only two but they were bulky, untamed colts. Steam punks, however, are usually medium sized jet pack troopers of the URCF. They used a compressed form of steam energy to propel themselves through their packs conveniently placed on their backs.

One of them stopped what he was doing looked over at us, "Stop! You are ordered by the URC.....!"

He was cut off by Corkscrew, "Yeah, yeah, formal bologna and junk," He said mockingly. The other steam punk looked over his shoulder and jumped to attention. In one, un-graceful movement he dropped Corkscrews clipboard and placed himself next to his comrade. The troops looked tensely at Corkscrew as they attentively moved forward. They ducked their heads, showing the were ready to charge.

Corkscrew looked over at me, "When they charge just jump, alright?" he stated.

"O-ok," I said weakly as Corkscrew moved back into a crouched, battle ready position. I shimmied myself behind him, trying to remain relatively unseen. I placed my hooves on his flank waiting for him to move. The sound of gears tearing away at each other rang from our wings as they waited patiently for any movement. I couldn't see anything but in almost an instant boisterous grunts sounded from the soldiers. A loud pattern of solid hoof beats rhythmically flared shortly after. Then, in that same moment, Corkscrew shot into the air pulling me forcefully up with him. My hooves we dug deep into his coat but the duress was to much. I let go, hoping that my wings would catch me. My spirits promptly rose as my wings shot out and frivolously flapped themselves, sending me soaring up to Corkscrew.

We were flying high into the sky, almost breaking the cloud barrier into URCF territory. I looked back and saw that the URCF steam punks were jetting their way up to us. I felt I should warn Corkscrew but I was to slow. He must have heard me squeak because he hastily swayed his body to see me. A relaxed look showed on his face at the sight of my safety. But that relaxed look quickly faded as he saw the trooper. I saw his eyes widen as the larger of the troopers slammed into him. The hit was so callous that blood spat from Corkscrews mouth and sent him gliding into a softened cloud.

"Corkscrew! Wa....Ahh!" I gasped as the other trooper crashed into my rib cage. I was never hit like this before, the pain jolted throughout my body causing it to spasm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and all I could hear was ringing and the sound of grinding gears. I wanted to scream but I couldn‘t breath in my sudden downfall. My eyes began to water in my abrupt affliction, blurring my sight and speckling the sky in ached droplets. But, I managed to see Corkscrew instantly spiral past me with the trooper from before under him. His hooves were crammed deep into the troopers pack as he strenuously ripped out the mane water hoses of the pack. Without water the pack couldn't work and without a pack the pony could only decline. I watched in horror at Corkscrews harsh vengeance on the troops, but I understood all to well.

I closed my eyes as I again heard the call of the birds buoyantly chirping for help. I smiled at the sound for I knew that even if I did die here I would be remembered. Whether it was by my friends, Corkscrew, or the animals of the forest I wouldn’t be forgotten. As I plummeted to the earth one thought did remain in my head, Corkscrew, and then my falling stopped. Well, not stop but slowed to almost a crawling speed. Hooves were ground into my back and the sound of a pony forcefully groaning filled my ears. I immediately opened my eyes and saw that Corkscrew had caught me. His face was covered in beads of sweat as he decelerated my fall.

"You alright, Fluttershy?" he finished with a harsh grunt. I couldn't answer him with how bewildered I was, Corkscrew had yet again had risked his life again just to save me. I stared deeply at him before gripping onto his shoulder and digging my head into his chest. Allowing him to understand that I was safe, that I was ok. He continued to hold me as we creped closer to the ground. I kept my head dug into his chest so I couldn't see anything but I felt Corkscrews head move frantically.

I heard Corkscrew sigh softly before speaking, "hey, um so yeah, I'm going to drop you now," He said awkwardly.

I removed my head, "W-what!?" I squeaked. He just looked down at me and smiled. I grasped his shoulder with a rougher grip than before and wrapped my other leg around him. "No, no, no please don‘t!" I pleaded.

"Sorry Fluttershy," He answered with withheld angst. I felt his grip loosen around me along with mine around him. My body was still in an abate state and I couldn't hold on. Finally his grip was gone and my own had failed me, I fell down and watched ripcord the whole time. I screamed in my decent, knowing that he wouldn't save me this time. Waiting to hit the cool, compacted ground, but instead of ground I hit hay. There had been a pile of soft, cushioned hay beneath us. I began to smile and laugh a little at myself for never trusting Corkscrew. I looked up to wave but instead of seeing him there I saw him rocket into the ground to the left of me. There was a Steam Punk mounted on top of Corkscrew viciously slamming his face. I watched in fear but then I felt a fire light in my heart. Remembering the feeling I had back when I saved my friends from a dragon. I let that same feeling of security come over me as I bounded out of the hay pile and charged the trooper. I saw him look up at me in surprise as I yelled. That distraction was enough though for Corkscrew to land a solid punch on his mask. The trooper stumbled back holding is face as I rammed my head deep into his gullet. He slid back hunched over, putting three of his legs bent on the ground while the other held his side.

I looked at him and put my hoof on his mask, "You, mister, need to pack up and leave me and my friend alone. Just because your strong doesn't mean your tough now go, get out of here!" I said in a stern and controlled manner. The trooper just nodded his head and jetted back into the sky. I watched angrily to ensure he wouldn't turn back around. Then I felt a hoof on my shoulder, my anger fled from me and my worry over took me. I turned round to see Corkscrews face had been beaten and bloodied. His body seemed like it had a dragon clamping down on his sides, his coat and mane we mangled with blood and dirt. I couldn't help but tear up at this sight. I wanted to blame myself for this instance and I knew he could feel my discomfort.

He pulled me into him, "Hey, it's ok, it's all over now!" He said with forced enthusiasm.

"H-how did this happen?" I asked trying to understand how they found us.

"It's my fault Fluttershy, they found us because of what I do," He said softly.

"What do you do?" I asked in a soft whimper.

"I can't tell you, but I can show you!" He yelped as my hug began to tighten around him.

A Hidden Cause

It has been a few hours since our encounter with the steam punks. My body had been devastated and my mind fraught with anguish. I was worried that they would send a reconnaissance team after us or an Eagle Squad. I shuddered at the thought of Eagle troopers. They are the elite troopers of the URCF, renowned for their abilities in battle. They are known to…to have their way with small mares. Though it was a rumor of their intolerance to URCF code I wouldn’t risk it. The day grew long as we continued on down a small, defiled road. The sun loomed over the tree line, peppering the trail with golden specks. The trail itself was littered with old parts and what seemed like tarnished machines. I soon felt my wings began to twitch causing the feeling of flight to overwhelm me.

I trotted up next to corkscrew, “Hey!” I yelped as I slowed my pace to resume a slow march. He looked over at me and my heart sank. The sight of his bedraggled face and his bloodied coat was a disheartening sight.

“Yes’m?” He replied quickly.

“I, um, was wondering why we are walking?” I asked while I slowly ducted my head. I couldn’t bear to look at him, the colt who always saved me was now struggling past his own affliction.

“Oh yeah, well we could but it’s safer to walk. We can’t risk running into more URCF with where we’re going. Plus look at us, we’re not in any condition to fight!” He replied happily. I just nodded my head in agreement with his statement. It’s true we can’t risk running into another fight in our weakened states. So I remained next to him as we continued our slow march. I still wondered about the place to which we were headed. The mystery Corkscrew has shrouded it in has my curiosity too much to contain. I’ve tried asking before but never got a straight answer from him. I looked around us as the foliage of the forest became denser. Vines complicated the journey as they snaked around the slits in our wings and entrapped my legs. I became frustrated, almost to the point of crying as I continued to trip and topple over myself. Corkscrew must have heard my duress as he worriedly looked back. I was crying quietly to myself as the agitation finally got to me.

Then, a hoof placed itself on my shoulder, “C’mon, we’re almost there. Here, you can even ride on my back!” I heard corkscrew say with elation. The sound of his joy forced a smile onto my face as I rolled over. He roughly grasped my shoulder, yanking me up to my hooves. The force pulled me close to him; my cheeks began to turn a rose color as I looked at him. Corkscrew just smiled, “Hop on, it’s only a few hundred meters away!”

“A-are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden,” I said with a muffled voice as I pulled the vines off my back.

He just bowed his head, “Wouldn’t think anything of it malady!” he said in a British accent. I just chuckled at his notion and jumped on. I was seated awkwardly on his wing chassis as he trotted. The vibration of the gears seemed to pleasure me as my heart began to race. I let out a heated breath and carefully lowered myself on his back as he trotted on. As we trotted I noticed a specific marking on some of the larger trees. It was a crimson B with a wing coming out of the flatter part of it. We continued in the direction of these symbols. Eventually we came to an opening with a humble mound in the middle .Corkscrew let out a subtle cough and I slid off his back. I held back as Corkscrew walked into the obscure opening.

He walked to the mound and tapped on the top, “Cool running!” He yelled. At the utterance of those words a hissing noise came from the mound. Then the boisterous sounds of gears slamming into each other livened the air around us. I slouched back on my hind legs as my anxiety took over. The hissing became more intense as steam shot from the hole. A sharp, grinding noise soon followed, it sounded like metal was clashing together. Then, as quickly as the sound began, it stopped. I watched as Corkscrew just stood over the hole, then, his wings sprung from their spot. He then jumped into the air and flew down the hole.

“Corkscrew!” I yelped, bounding up onto all my hooves and cantering to the hole. I was soon upon the mound and looked down into it. I noticed it wasn’t a natural formation but instead built using scrapped steam ship parts. It was as if looking down the corridor of a steam runner. It was bulky but wide enough to allow passage through it. I withheld my anxiety and let my wings spring into position. I thought to myself, “Alright, you can do this. It’s just a dark, ominous hole!” But how I described it wasn’t a real morale booster.

Then a sound echoed itself out of the hole, “C’mon!” Somepony hollered. I jumped back at the sound, falling flat on my flank. I sat there in a cold sweat waiting for whoever spoke to show themselves. The augural sounds of something clawing their way up the hole filled the air. My body tremble in my discomfort, who else could possibly be down there. I continued to watch in my own angst as a hoof shot itself over the edge, gripping the soiled, metal bar on the edge of the mound. Then, a URCF trooper emerged from the hole. I broke out in a cold sweat and wanted to scream but was silenced by concern. I was concerned for Corkscrew, being in a hole full of these monsters, probably being slaughtered as I sat here. The thought of him being in trouble sent a spark of courage through me. I couldn’t let that happen to him; he wouldn’t let it happen to me. I arduously rose from my spot, fighting every ounce of fear pelting my limbs. I was finally on all my hooves and staring intently at the URCF trooper as he climbed out of the hole. I grit my teeth as I continued to hold back my agitation. The URCF trooper was almost completely out of the hole when I noticed his uniform. It had a bedraggled cloth on both sides with crimson wings embroidered on them. They were stitched over the URCF brand on the sides of the uniform. His helmet had “Brand” in red paint on the right side of it. I allowed myself to relax for a little and let the pony clean him or herself. The pony was on all fours and perturbed a little to remove the excess oil on his suit.

The trooper finished their routine and looked over at me, “Hey! You must be Fluttershy; Ha, don’t worry I’m one of Corkscrews friends.” He said happily. I was relieved to hear that he was a friend instead of what he appeared to be.

I let a sigh of relief out as I trotted over to him, “Y-yes, I’m Fluttershy. Um, who are you?” I asked wondering who else Corkscrew knew.

“My name is Red Cross, I’m an old friend of Corkscrew,” Red Cross said quickly.

“Wait, does that mean y-you’re also a Brand?”

“No, I was chased out of the clouds 8 years ago. Well, no time for the past we have something to show you!” Red Cross said as he jumped backwards down the hole. I squeaked and ran over to the hole; wondering why he would do such a daft thing. I ran over to the hole and peered down into its depths. I didn’t want to jump down but my curiosity was too strong to ignore and I readied myself. I loosened my joints, spread my wings, and leaped into the hole. As I crept down the hole my eyes felt like they were almost welded shut. I continued to advance down the hole, wiggling my legs in hopes that I would soon feel the ground. Eventually, after drifting for almost a minute, I felt the cool touch of metal under my hooves. When I was certain all my hooves were safely planted I opened my eyes. I gasped for I was surprised to see both Corkscrew and Red Cross were waiting for me.

Corkscrew chuckled a bit before speaking, “Took ya’ long enough Fluttershy!” He said in a smug tone.

“Agreed, I didn’t scare you to bad did I?” Red Cross asked with a smile.

“N-no you didn’t!” I managed to reply.

“Good and sorry, probably should have told you about the dark and ominous hole for an entrance.” Corkscrew said as he rubbed his head.

“Oh no it’s fine, I’m just glad to see you’re alright!” I said joyfully. Corkscrew blushed a little and hid his face. I could see he was happy to hear that but he didn’t really want to show it. He turned around and motioned me to follow. I proceeded to do as he ordered and so did Red Cross. We followed Corkscrew up to two defiled and rusted hangar doors. The admirable doors had the same symbol as the trees, a large B with a wing.

Corkscrew put his hoof on the door and turned around, “You ready Fluttershy?” He asked as his hoof excitedly shivered on the door. I just nodded my head to signify that I was ready. Corkscrew beamed with anticipation as he pulled the door open. A cool breeze fluttered out as the doors widened. A bright, fluorescent light emanated from the room as the doors were finally open. Corkscrew grunted as he finished with one, finally pull of the doors. He rubbed his head and then gradually walked through the doors, then Red Cross followed suit. I held back for a little before entering the massive room. I was worried about entering such a massive place, but again my curiosity won. I walked through the rusted archway and was dumbfounded by the sight. There were Pegasus, Brands, and deserters to the URCF all living in harmony together. They were laughing and smiling and yet all had a certain feeling of desertion to them. I walked through the underground hangar watching all the confusing sights before me. All the URCF troopers were helping brands, Pegasus children playing together with everpony. They all shared food, space and heat. They were living together in harmony under the ground. Hidden from the world and hidden from the plight above us. I carried on to an overhanging ledge; Corkscrew and Red Cross were both standing on. My wings fluttered at the sight of Corkscrew so I turned my march into a canter. I slid on my flank next to Corkscrew; he looked over at me and smiled. I looked up at him with my own curious smile.

Corkscrew looked at me, “This, Fluttershy, This is what I wanted to show you!”He said with joy. I cocked my head and looked over the ledge. I was awe struck at the sight before me. It was a massive, underground factory. All the ponies who seemed to be able bodied were down there working. They were crafting exceptional armaments and weapons, building their own admirable steam ships and runners. I watched, dumbfounded at this unknown war effort.
I looked back up at Corkscrew, “W-what is all this, why are they building all this? How has this massive structure remained undetected?” I asked, surprised by all these unexplained instances.

“This is a means to an end, this is The Crimson Brand. We are a coalition force of all sorts who disagree with the URCF.” He said with pride.

“Don’t think differently of us Fluttershy, we’ve tried diplomacy but all they want is war. So we’re giving it to them!” Red Cross replied.

“I-I don’t think differently of you, just promise me nopony will get hurt,” I pleaded to corkscrew.

He looked down at me and smiled brightly, “Promise!”

A Diplomats Regret

Corkscrew and Red Cross took off on what they said was an "adventure". I, on the other hoof, was left alone to wonder the vast corridors of the camp. I continued to walk through the debilitated camp, watching every new perspective thrown my way. URCF troopers not trying to enforce marshal law, instead, they are helping build and secure barge lines for the ships. Pegasus ponies were helping the Brands recover from their instability in their new life. This was astounding to say the least, for it seemed harmony was never truly lost in Equestria, it was just hidden from view. As I cantered through the camp I couldn't help but see...Something. It was only a glimmer but it looked like Celestia. I galloped into the direction, hoping that it was who I thought. I quickly rounded the corner, drifting a few feet before stopping. Dust was flung up from under my hooves and into my lungs. I coughed weakly as the dust began to settle; as my lungs began to clear I proceeded to search for Celestia. It was almost as if my mind was playing tricks on me but I wanted to know. It seemed after she left everything spiraled out of control. Equestria was devastated after her sudden disappearance. After the loss of our princess the URCF had free reign for the first time since their appearance in Equestria. With no boundaries on their movements and no restrictions on their moral outlook social anarchy soon followed. I knew this truth all to well, forced to live with this daunting knowledge even when I was a foal.

Though it seemed like a blind chase I wanted to be sure that it was, or wasn't, Celestia. So I continued to pursue this shadow of a pony. Following it through every corridor and around every bend. I never truly got a good look but the nearly rainbow sparkle of their hair grabbed my attention. Eventually the pony turned into a room, as I got closer the boisterous sound of Corkscrews laughed could be hear. I was confused but excited all the same so I got closer. I crept to the edge of the of the mold infested door. Eventually the voices of both Corkscrew and Red Cross could be heard.

"So, lets see here we got enough supplies, weapons, ships, and troopers to defend the camp," Red Cross said. "Although we have plenty of food we do not have much medical supplies left. With all the Brands coming in with all the severe injuries they've maintained, well, we may run out very quickly."

"Well that's no good," Corkscrew replied. "Maybe I could take Fluttershy out to gather plants and spare parts tomorrow. It'll be good for her to do something that probably won't get us killed."

"I agree, it would do her some good to have a nice, relaxing time instead." The mysterious pony replied. "Perhaps I could join you, I haven't made many visits to the surface since I came down here." I listened closely to this enigmatic voice. It was all to familiar and I just needed to know. I carefully peeked my head around the corner, the sight of a multi-colored mane was the first thing I noticed. Then a hoof shot from the other side of the door, I vibrantly squeaked as the hoof grasped my frontward leg. My hooves were effortlessly drug behind me as the pony yanked me into the room. I closed my eyes as a sudden rush of anxiety came over me.

Then I felt a leg wrap itself around me, "Ha, it's ok Fluttershy, nothing to worry about," Corkscrew said with some enthusiasm. I trusted Corkscrews words and proceeded to cautiously open my eyes. And the first thing I saw was the most awe inspiring thing I've seen in years. Celestia was standing before me with a prudent, well practiced smile adorning her face. My heart began to race at her sight, my wings began to stammer and flaunt themselves, as if showing off for the princess. She chuckled for she could see my un-refined glee. I squealed happily and jumped towards Celestia, crashing into her. I rebounded off her, falling flat on my flank in front of her. She just looked down and smiled, I felt silly do I couldn't help but blush.

"Oh my, I thought you were lost forever, Celestia!" I said with avidly.

"No, I was never gone but hiding.” Celestia conveyed. “The URCF would stop at nothing and were pressing war unless I stepped down. I couldn't risk the lives of my ponies so I hid myself, hoping that the inevitable problems would be solved with little recourse."

"B-but you could have done something, couldn't you?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not, Fluttershy. This situation would have to run it's coarse, although the damages done are severe we are trying to repair them. Though we are only putting a dent in reversing their grisly crimes." Celestia said with a heavy heart. By the look in her eyes you could see she too questioned her actions years ago. That she wanted to go back and fight, but her decision was already made, set in stone one would say. I just looked up at her, knowing that even a seasoned diplomat can't hide their regret. I rose off my flank and walked to Celestia with open hooves. She saw my invitation and accepted my understanding. I embraced Celestia, letting her know that I understood her actions were made for the betterment of pony kind.

"Thank you, Fluttershy." Celestia said quietly as I removed myself. "Now, we must attend to the matters at hoof. The medical supplies will only last for another week or two, so, Red Cross."

"Yes mam!" Red Cross spouted as he was pulled back into reality.

"I need you and Corkscrew to go find the parts for braces, supports and replacement limbs." Celestia stated.

"Sounds easy enough!" Corkscrew replied.

" Fluttershy, you will accompany me on my journey to Red Rock Springs, there we may be able to trade for some herbal remedies and plants."

"O-ok, are you sure you want me?" I asked quietly.

Celestia chuckled, "Yes, Fluttershy, I wish for you to accompany me if that not to much trouble?"

"Oh my yes, thank you!" I replied happily. Celestia just nodded her head in agreement with my statement.

"Well it's going to be getting dark soon, Fluttershy, this is my room so if you want you can stay. I, on the other hoof, have to go run some maintenance on the electrical systems." Corkscrew said.

"Yeah, I'll be staying here to but I won't be back for a while. Got to check on the patients at ward 4, said somepony is have problems in rehab." Red Cross stated. I just beamed thankfully and let Corkscrew and Red Cross run their rounds. Before Corkscrew left he managed to peck me on the cheek as he passed. My cheeks reddened with bliss at his actions. My blood ran hot through me and my body followed quickly behind it.

I felt a hoof on my shoulder, "I think he likes you," Celestia said as she trotted out. I could tell she wasn't being completely serious. Soon, the three of them were gone and I decided to find a place to rest. I searched the room for a bed but all I found was a pink hammock. I trotted over to the straggly hammock and I noticed something was placed on it. There was a note on the bed. I reached down and softly gripped it, bringing it close to my face. The not read, "Sorry, best I could do :D, XOXO Corkscrew." I laughed aloud for a while as I climbed into the decrepit hammock. To my surprise it was actually comfortable, wrapping around my sides and holding me tight. I nuzzled myself deeper into the hammock, finding comfort almost immediately. Though I wanted to sleep all I could think of was all of the amazing things that happened to me. It seems every time I'm with Corkscrew something just wonderful happens, well, almost every time. I just couldn't wrap my mind around how quickly my life was turned around after falling into Corkscrew. How everything was joyful or made so by his bright outlook on life. I continued to ramble on in my head, my eyes grew heavy, and the last thoughts I had were of him. "Thank you," I whispered as I fell into a dream state.

Troubling Sights

My slumber had abruptly ended when the boisterous sounds of metal falling filled the air. I sprung from my cot, falling flat on my shoulders. My head throbbed as it was harshly slammed against something. I couldn't focus as an obscuring feeling came over me. I could feel the cool, compacted material beneath my head began to rise, lifting me up with it. My head was lifted up as far as it could before dropping again.

As my head softly planted itself into the dirt I heard a few voices. "Are you alright, Corkscrew?" I heard one say.

"You should be asking Fluttershy that, hit her head pretty hard on my back." Corkscrew replied.

"Oh dear!" I heard the other say as a shimmering white figure hovered over my head. "Fluttershy? Oh my, it seems she's been dazed from her recent fall," The other pony said. My vision was still fogged but I could make out a hint of rainbow colored hair. My head's affliction continued, it felt as if a hoof was roughly pressing down on my head. I rubbed the back of my head diligently in an effort to relieve the pain. Then, a speckle of magic swirled around my body, gripping me lightly as it lifted me. I was airily being lifted to my hooves, and as I rose the pain from my head started to dim. Eventually I was on all fours, though my vision was still fogged I could see a blurred figure standing tall before me. When a hint of gold atop it's head I knew that it had been Celestia talking to Corkscrew.

I continued to rub my head, "Oh my, Corkscrew, are you alright?!" I squealed as my vision began to clear. His wing had been annulled, almost completely torn from its spot.

"What do you," Corkscrew stopped to think, "OH! Oh, my wing, yeah it's nothing major just got it......."

Corkscrew was cut off by Celestia, "I think that is enough information for now,"

"Why, all that happened was..."

Again he was cut off, "Corkscrew, please we have work to attend to," She said calmly.

"Fine, fatty!" He said with a hint of sarcasm as Celestia turned a nasty glaze to Corkscrew and all he did was laugh as he wondered out. "I'll get Red Cross and we'll go get stuff for the medical situation!" I couldn't put my hoof on it but I figured there was a good story behind that. But as Corkscrew trotted away Celestia's glaze quickly converted to a meaningful glare.

She looked at me attentively, "It seems you hit your head fairly hard, Fluttershy. Don't worry though, we will not venture out until you are good and ready!" She said confidently. You could tell how she spoke she was a disciplined diplomat of her people. The prudence behind her words were as if she spoke them in her mind before actually saying them.

"Oh I'm fine, thank you, and I'm ready when you are," I replied forcefully, fighting the inept pain pulsating down my neck.

"I'll take your word on it then," Celestia replied. "Please, follow me!" She said looking up at a grate on the ceiling. Her horn began to emanate a magical hue as she used her magic to remove the grate. She cautiously placed the grate on the ground, when the grate was finally down she leaped into the air and flew into the duct system. I didn't want to fly through this ominous looking vent but if Celestia went through it must be safe. So I trotted under the great, took in a deep breath, and shot upwards into the ducts. It was a straight shot to the surface and I could see light flickering at the end of the ducts. I continued to fly up until I flew through the opening. I stopped abruptly at near the top of the opening, shocked by the sight before me. The trees had been hacked down or showed signs of charring. The wildlife had fled this desolate plane leaving it all the more lifeless and black. It looked as if somepony was trying to burn down this area, or was it acts of violence that caused this. I noticed Celestia standing near a transition area between life and the deviation before her. I glided down next to her, watching closely at her burdened stance. I eventually landed next to her, looking up at her I could see a glimmer of resentment in her eyes.

I looked back at the field, "W-what happened?" I asked quietly.

"This is my doing, Fluttershy. This is the aftermath of my decisions. Although it was the best I still wish I could redo my decision. And even though it does look bad communities still manage to maintain themselves within it's midst. One such community is Red Rock Springs. They have managed to use this devastation to create life, over those hills are fields of green and small villages." She finished with remorse. A tear formed in her eyes as memories slowly returned to her. I could only imagine the feelings she is currently fighting just to stand before, what she believes, to be her fault. I didn't know what to say to break the incomparable silence. All I could think to do was rest my head on her side, hoping that this little token of friendship may help, even if it is only a little. Celestia felt my head on her side and moved her head down on mine. I could feel a tear rip away from her and land on my head. We remained here for what seemed like hours before she raised her head and trotted off.

The silence remained throughout the journey as we cantered through these blazed fields. I couldn't comprehend the sights before me. A once beautiful land now tormented by a chaos brought upon it by it's own inhabitants. We eventually made it to a small slope littered with weapons and decrepit pieces of rusted armor. They were stained with some sort of reddish liquid. Celestia moved to one of the pieces of armor, I watched as she placed her hoof on one of the pieces of armor.

She rubbed the dust off it, "Thank you for your service, your fight will not be in vein my loyal guard," Celestia whispered to the rotted mail. She quickly removed her hoof from the armor and we trudged to the top of the slope. “The village should be over this hill, beyond the bloodshed," She said softly.

"W-what happened, why all the scattered armor?" I asked but Celestia just looked down and remained silent.

"It's just all my fault," Celestia whispered to herself. Now I couldn't say anything to turn her mood. The regret she had burdening her body and soul was more then anypony should have. But somehow she manages to fight past it all and remain a diplomatic example to all, showing very few signs of any emotional duress. With her head still hung low Celestia walked to the top of the hill, peaking through the cracks in her mane. We slowly paced ourselves to the top, attentively placing our steps to ensure no shrapnel would become lodged in our hooves. Eventually we made it to the top, and the sight was more terrifying then I could imagine. Instead of a nice little communities there were burnt buildings. Were there was supposed to be pastures there was decimated steam ships. Were there was supposed to be ponies there were bodies that were meaninglessly scattered throughout the carnage.

I continued to watch in form of anxiety I never felt before. Seeing this form of carnage is almost unheard of to me. The clouds, although it wasn't perfect, there wasn't bloodshed quiet like this. Soon, the sounds of steam ships could be heard as a few started to emerge from the other hills across the way.

I tried to speak, "Wha...How...Oh my, Celestia how could they do this!" I asked.

"Oh dear sister, please tell me you didn't go to war." Celestia said quietly to herself.

"Luna, Luna went to war?" I asked softly.

"It appears that way, her ambition seems to have gotten the best of her again. Come on Fluttershy, we must go to the village and see what we can scavenge." Celestia said confidently. I just nodded in agreement with her and followed her down the slope into the village. The smell was almost unbearable, even Celestia was coughing from the horrid odor. We trotted into the destroyed village, inspecting our surrounding for any stores or barn cellars that were still intact. We continued to look until I found a small shack. There was a sign outside of it the said "Herbal Express" so we decided to take look inside. We walked in and there was almost nothing to be found. Other then rotted shelves and burnt countertops there wasn’t much in the store. We still looked hoping to find some plants when something caught my I.

I trotted over and found some plants speckling the ground, "Celestia, is this what we're looking for?" I asked calmly.

"Yes, these will do...." *VRRRRR* Celestia was cut off but the sounds of steam runners. They must have been flying exceptional close to the ground because it was shaking the shack. Then the boisterous sound of metal plating reaming the roof of the building made us all the more quiet. The roof continued to shake as the sounds of hoof beets echoed throughout the building."Fluttershy, get down," Celestia whispered. We lowered ourselves behind one of the stores counters and listened to, what seemed like, two troopers. We couldn't understand what they were saying behind there muffled voices, but I did hear one thing. "We've found them sir, we found the Crimson Brand"

Flying With Questions?

It's been at least an hour. I sat enduringly waiting for Twilight to finish her calibrations to the animator crystal. She worked tediously, making subtle changes to the output of its animation abilities. Every bantam adjustment she made the crystal spurted an electrical pulse that ruffled my coat. Every jolt of energy caused the wings to twitch and jut out in what seemed like pain. Somehow, an almost inaudible cry sounded from the crystal as Twilight made the final tweaks.

Twilight let out a sigh of relief as she rubbed her head, "Finally, I think that should work Fluttershy!" She said with a hint of pride.

"Thank you Twilight, but um, what did you do?" I asked with genuine interest. You could never truly predict what Twilight can, or will do, with magic. So it's best to be attentive and try to understand her tests.

"I adjusted the crystals radial output by reflecting its energy off the magnets in the machine. This way the wings will be more intuitive to your actions and will learn," She said fleetly, I barely understood a word but I nodded in agreement with her logic.

"Learn? How can wings learn?" Rainbow Dash asked with a confused look.

"Easy!" Twilight cracked' "The crystal adapts to the physical output of Fluttershy. The wings didn't know how much force it would take to lift, and or keep, Fluttershy up in the air before. So if I'm correct the wings will be able to sense Fluttershy's physical capabilities and adapt their own output. Now, Fluttershy will be able to fly with the same ease as before!” Twilight finished with a slight groan. Rainbow Dash and I just looked at each other and shrugged shoulders, we didn't fully understand but we pretended to.

"Well now that the lecture is over lets go outside and start this lesson!" Rainbow Dash said enthusiastically as she put on a pair of flashy, jet black sun glasses. She jumped up and dashed out of the hangar bay into the vast, blue ocean of a sky. A vivid rainbow trail followed her through the cloudless sky. I watched in awe at as she danced, flipped and rolled in an intense display of cunning and skill. I trotted out of the hangar, letting the sun bathe me in its alleviating rays. My wings shook with anticipation, waiting impatiently for a chance to fly with Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash eventually finished her brilliant display and gracefully landed before me.

Her hooves planted themselves firmly into the ground as she landed, "Now what did you learn from that!" She asked, looking at me with a disquisative look.

I thought for a moment before speaking, "Lots of control," I said without confidence.

"Right!" Rainbow Dash blurted with joy. The sound of being correct dissipated my worries and I continued.

"Spins, dives, and loops,"

"Correct!"

"And passion,"

"Awesome! Now that you know the elements of a good flight, let’s see it!" Rainbow Dash said enthusiastically. I settled back a little, the memory of my previous attempt was still vivid in my mind. I became discomposed and froze in my spot. My wings grasped my sides with a rough, unchained grip. My anxiety to fly seemed to put Rainbow Dash into a disposition as a look of impatience began to shimmer in her eyes. I could sense Rainbow Dash's impatience so I recomposed myself as best I could. My legs tremble beneath me, my wings airily rose from their recumbent pose and readied for flight.

"Alright, here I g-go!" I stammered my words; fear was still present in my now ached joints. They were cold, unprepared for the flight, and concerned with what may be awaiting them. I bolstered back onto my hind legs, grinding my hooves deeper into the cushioned grass below me. I breathed deeply through my nostrils, letting a blistering smog flow from them as I let it out. Then, in an abashed manner, I took off, keeping my eyes almost glued shut. My wings chattered vibrantly as the gears pulsated within the chassis. I felt the subtle hum of the gears, a cool wind flowed through me hair. I eventually cracked one eye enough to see that I was flying. I opened both my eyes, they were wide with excitement, regaled by the fact that I was flying.

"I-I'm flying? I'm flying!" I screamed with a tear welling in my eye. I felt as if I wasn't a freak, like I was again a normal Pegasus. A normal pony again welcome amongst my kind, un-branded almost. I continued to fly at an abiding pace, enjoying this unbound feeling overcoming me. Hoots and hollers came from bellow; I looked down to see Twilight and Rainbow Dash cheering. They looked absolutely jubilant, the fact I'm flying again seemed to bring joy to everyone. Though it may also be they prided themselves in their own little part in my accomplishments. I made a few loops around the opening in the trees before bringing myself back down. I carefully motioned myself towards the ground, moving only by inches until my hooves were securely on the ground before me.

Rainbow Dash rushed over to me, "Fluttershy! You did it, you can fly again!" She squeaked with hinted elation. She briskly covered the ground between. She slammed into me and hugged me firmly. Twilight galloped over to us also and crashed into us. We all toppled over each other, sending ourselves into a flail of limbs as we drifted into the hangar.
We quickly came to a standstill, slowly rising and dusting off our coats off we enjoyed a heart filled laugh. Corkscrew heard the commotion and fleetly found his way back into the hangar.

He had a cracked grin on his face but it was dismirched by his worry, "Are you girls alright?" He asked in a caring tone.

"Yeah we're cool, just a small spill is all!" Rainbow Dash replied, smiling carelessly as she did.

"I’d say we're all ok, what about you Fluttershy?" Twilight asked.

"Yes, I'm good," I answered softly. Corkscrew, now worry free, waltz over to me and hoisted me up. He had a helpful expression adorning his smug attitude as he helped me regain myself. Looking at him and at my friends brought up some unanswered questions. Thoughts barreled through my head as the adrenaline finally wore off. How did Corkscrew know Twilight and Rainbow Dash? How is he alive? How did he get those wings on himself? These questions finally arose from the depth of my mind. The anticipation to ask him was killing me so I decided to finally ask.

"So yeah, it's this doctor guy that tra....."

"How do you know my friends?!" I spat, cutting Corkscrew off.

"You want this one Dash or should I?" Twilight asked.

"I think we should let Corkscrew handle that!" Rainbow Dash said in a conceited tone.

"Ha well then I'll do the short version," Corkscrew said as he took a seat on his decrepit, leather stool. "Go on, take a seat it's a good story," we followed his command and rested were we once stood. "Good, now I think was about eight years ago.......I regained consciousness half way through the plummet to my demise. I remember looking down and seeing birds wistfully flying away from me. The trees branches looked bare, stripped of leaves in the desolate autumn season. Wind buffeted my face as my descent quickly moved to its close. I closed my eyes and accepted the inevitable as I broke through the broad branches of the yew trees spotting the area. The branches clawed their way through my soft, unprotected hide, shattering my bones and battering my body. I slammed into the slick, muck like layer of grime beneath the trees. The impact was so substantial it sent me back into unconsciousness. I’d have to guess after that I awoke to Twilights father standing over me in their house a few hours later. I had a light, but reliable stitching covering over all my wounds. I looked around for a brief moment to see Rainbow Dash's mother standing to my right. She had that look, a look only a mother could have, a look of true despair. I could tell she was frightened by the sight of me, a disgusting brand. I paid no mind to it though; the pain was too intense and prevented me from doing much else. Twilight’s father had made, well, my wings in the time I was unconscious. They were quickly but accurately made. He picked them up with a speckle of magic, but that’s all I remember from then. Another rough guess is that I woke up a few days later. Both Twilight and Dashy here were by my bedside."

"I remember that, I was actually quiet terrified of how you looked," Twilight said with some strain.

"Yeah, it was pretty bad!" Rainbow Dash said in agreement.

"Ha, anyways they stayed by my side through all of my recovery. Whether it was helping me up, or helping me re-learn how to fly they were there. I owed my life to them and their parents so I stuck with the families until about 3 years ago. I left because I was putting the families in too much danger, being a brand with clockwork wings attracts attention. Mostly unwanted attention from the URCF. Although I left Twilight and Dashy here still visited me and kept me company. It's a nice, easy paced life with wonderful friends, so no complaints here!" He said joyfully. He chuckled softly to himself as he slouched down in his stool. I couldn't help but smile at Corkscrews arrive display nobility. He felt he owed his life to them and still feels that way. It's an honorable and brave thing that I truly admired, that I wished I could be like. That I wished I could accept my brand, to accept myself no matter what happens. No matter who or what I may become or already are.