-------------------------Chapter Two: Experimenting and Accidenting-------------------------

As One Corn continued on his way home to inform his parents of his great discovery, a bird flitted to a nearby tree and seemed to ask why he was so cheerful. "Why, hello, little thing," he pretended to respond. "If you're asking why I'm so happy today, it is for a simple reason. By some stroke of luck, I'm able to lift my bags as far up into the sky as I wish!" The bird cocked its head to the side, almost skeptically. "Oh, so you doubt me? Well then, it's obvious you just need a demonstration!" replied the ecstatic little pony.

He imagined the bags staying where they were as he moved away, and they did. The bird's head shook a few times in "disbelief". Feeling more confident than usual for him, he began moving the bags up and down, and then, in a spur of show-offery, he wrapped his tail around the strap as if he WERE lifting it, and then his mouth, and even just his chin, though this last activity did give him a bit of an ache in his forehead. He then proceeded to give the bags a decent flip as they returned to his flanks, trotting away. "And that, my little friend, is that." The bird's beak was actually hanging open, and One Corn giggled in joy.

As he continues on, he passes his friend Eulogy's house, and stops briefly. Should he tell her? Would she still be his friend afterwards? It was hard enough finding this one as he was before, he couldn't imagine losing her because of this..."moving", he'd decided to call it. No, he would tell her some other time, maybe right after his parents.

"Oh! That's right!" he shouted, realizing his task at hand. Pushing his friend out of his mind for the moment, he continued his journey home.

He soon arrived and bounded through the door as fast as he could, shouting, "Mom, Dad, come qui-oof!" He was interrupted by the back of the stallion he had just ran into, who just looked at him disdainfully. One Corn's mother and father were sitting on the other side, and looked around the stallion on either side at One Corn. "O-Oh, hello, honey. Did you get everything?" asked his mother nervously.

Crashing into the stallion hadn't helped Corn's foreheadache, but nonetheless he replied, "Yes, Mom, I got everything you asked me for." His father butted in, "The flour?" "Yes, Dad." "Milk?" "YES, Da-" "Don't raise your voi-" "LISTEN TO ME!!" His parents were shocked into silence at that little outburst. The visiting stallion was unaffected, by anything except being crashed into, it seemed.

One Corn continued, "I've got something really cool to show you guys! I think it might help us out a bit!" "Now, how in-" "Just WATCH!" He began concentrating, and then moved the bags from his flank to the table, where they landed with a thunk. "See? Wouldn't that be a great help around here?" he continued, a giant grin on his face.

His parents simply sat there in shock, jaws slack. One Corn rolled his eyes and moved their jaws back into position the same way he'd moved his bags. When they clicked back into place, his parents just looked at each other in horror, looked back at the stallion, and, in unison, said "Take him!"

"What?" asked Corn, "Take me where?" The stallion ignored Corn, clinked a bag of coins on the table, grabbed Corn by the scruff of his neck, lifted him easily, and moved to leave the house. "Come on, ya little freak, let's go see your NEW home." Corn looked outside to see a wheelbarrow with crude-looking benches covered in chains. That didn't bode well in his mind, and something told him that he needed to get rid of this situation fast. So, he did the one thing he could think of. He used his moving.

He opened the stallion's jaw, snapping it by mistake and dropping himself to the ground. He then imagined a giant blast of air, propelling the stallion back into the house. Thus, it happened. However, he had sent the stallion crashing straight into his parents, who were now sprawled out on the floor, passed out, with their legs and who-knows-what-else broken. The stallion wasn't moving at all, and didn't even appear to be breathing. Corn had no medical training and so didn't know how to fix any of them, plus he couldn't think straight due to his massive ache in the front of his head not unlike being struck with a mallet several times in the same spot, so he did the one sensible thing he could think of.

He ran off towards town all in a rush. Upon cresting a hill soonafter, he promptly tripped over his hooves and rolled down said hill, hitting his head fairly hard on a rock at the bottom. He laid there for a few seconds, apologizing to his parents and whatever great powers might be listening, as his vision slowly faded to nothingness.

-------------------------Chapter Three: Revealings and Beginnings-------------------------

The first thing he could feel was the massive throbbing in the front of his skull. He groaned and winced before attempting to roll over to curl up. As he did so, he felt that he was on a bed, strapped down by a large, thick blanket. He panicked, and opened his eyes immediately, which was not the best of ideas. He groaned loudly in pain as they crossed powerfully, then shut them tight, maneuvering his hoofs to press and rub on his eyes in an effort to alleviate the extremely unpleasant feeling.

As his hoofs circled, they rubbed up against his forehead, which caused him to exclaim in surprise and nearly open his eyes again due to the fairly decently-sized bump protruding from his forehead. He fought the urge to panic, failed miserably, and began thrashing about under his blankets.

"Hey, hey, hold on there, hun! You shouldn't be moving in this condition!" cried out a familiar and closer-coming voice. Wait...oh, no. One Corn froze instantly and cautiously opened his right eye. He was greeted by the startling and blurry vision of dull yellow eyes directly in his face, and an immense sense of dread.

Standing next to the bed was his friend Eulogy, worried look along with her. With her light-brown coat, earth-colored mane and tail, and the faded black streaks that outlined them, she didn't look unlike the caskets that she so often helped her family with. He started to speak, but was interrupted by a prompt hoof on the mouth, causing him to wince slightly. "Now hush!" she exclaimed.

He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but his forehead throbbed quite suddenly, causing him to instead writhe and groan in pain. He rushed his own hooves up to his new addition and removed them just as suddenly when that proved even worse than before. Eulogy just eyed him worriedly and rubbed his skull in an attempt to soothe and calm him.

"You've been sleeping fitfully for four hours now, maybe more. I went out to get food for the family when I found you on the road, panting and shaking quite fiercely, with that...pardon me, but that thing on your head. I immediately brought you inside and placed you here, and, well, I've been pacing and sitting here worried ever since. Can you attempt to speak?"

One Corn had calmed down by now, and was laying still again. He thought briefly about trying and explaining to her what happened, but instead decided to show her. He looked around, and saw a pillow across the room, where he presumed Eulogy had been sitting. He motioned to her to look over at it, and she silently did, confused look on her face.

One Corn concentrated on that pillow lifting gently up into the air, but nothing happened, and he heard a fizzling sound near the front of his head. He stopped, panting. Eulogy, with a look that suggested a suspicion of insanity, asked, "What are you-" "Ssh!" he hushed her, and concentrated again, pushing her out of his mind for the moment.

This time, the pillow lifted a bit, and One Corn heard Eulogy gasp. He ignored it and brought the pillow over to the bed, noticing a peculiar white glow that seemed to emanate from it as he set it under his head before releasing it. He looked over at her, her mouth agape, and laughed softly before passing out again.

He woke with a start this time, lightly sweating. He was in the same bed, so that was some good news. He sighed, then stopped and looked over to where he saw Eulogy, still sitting there with a shocked look on her face. He hazarded speaking. "Eulogy?"

She was silent, but closed her mouth and shook her head. That was a good sign; she hadn't gone completely insane from seeing an inanimate object move from one end of the room to the next. He spoke her name again, and she just looked at him before speaking.

"I don't know what that was, and I'm fairly certain I don't want to. But rest assured, I won't exile you for it. You are my friend, no matter what manner of strange..." She faded out to silence in the end, staring past the wall next to the bed with a look of revelation on her face.

"Eulogy? What's wrong?" One Corn asked his friend, worrying over if he was the final trigger in her insan-

"Would you like to make that better?" she said quite suddenly, looking right into his eyes. He furrowed his brows in confusion. "The pillow-thing, whatever that was, would you like to get better at it?" she continued hastily.

"Um...I-I guess so? Why do-"

"Wonderful! Well, at the same time terrible, but still mostly wonderful!" she exclaimed, jumping to her hooves with a determined look on her face and startling One Corn quite a bit. "Well, we'll have to be swift, then! And we must start soon! SO, you just rest up there. and we'll get moving as soon as-"

"Wait, moving? Where? What are you talking about? Eulogy, what in the world are you thinking of?"

"Why, we're going to send you to the land of the Zebras, of course! They know so much more about this sort of thing than us pony-kind, that much is obvious and assured! Although, there'll be the problem of acceptance, but that shouldn't prove too difficult, should it? Hmm? One Corn?" she turned to face him at last, only to see another look of dread on his face.

"...WHAT?! Zimbrabwe?! B-But then I'd never be able to see you again!"

"Oh hush now, hun, that is clearly an impossibility. How could you ever forget to come and visit little old me, huh?" she laughed, and continued on, "But in any case, the Zebras know much more about strange happenings, as I said before, so why don't we take you there for them to train you in this...whatever it is? What do you call it?"

"Moving. I know, it's not much, but-"

"Nonsense, it's perfectly fitting, hun! I couldn't think of anything better if given a week's worth of time! But unfortunately, we may not have even that much. Your parents are certainly going to come looking for you soon, no?"

He nearly told her about what he'd experienced at his house, but instead said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. When should we leave, then? And what should I bring? I don't have any supplies, not without going back to my house and getting them."

"Well, we'll leave tomorrow, you should be rested by then. As for supplies, I'll loan you some. You can surely pay me back upon your return. That shouldn't be too hard, should it?"

"...Well..." Her logic was impeccable, and One Corn could think of no reasons to argue. Besides, if he stayed here, surely there'd be some sort of mob after him eventually. He sighed. "No, I guess not. Alright then, I'll go."

"Perfect! Thank you!" Eulogy hugged him tightly, garnering another wince from him before she released him quickly. "Oop, sorry," she said with an embarrassed look on her face.

"N-No problem," he assured her, blushing slightly. "S-So, see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, very well, then! Good sleep, friend!" she exclaimed as she left the room, leaving One Corn alone to ponder to himself for a few minutes before heading off to sleep.

Author's Note

IT'S BACK! Begging your forgiveness, Readers, for my lateness in these. Business with family, friends, and school are not aiding the process of writing this, but I'm not cancelling it. I think I can get this done, hopefully in a way that pleases as many as I can. Not everyone, mind you, I'm not that--oh, I'll stop rambling. Enjoy!

And yes, "Zimbrabwe" is a terrible name, but it's what I came up with after a week's worth of thinking, and that's all I had, okay? Sorry. ^^;