Night Furies in Equestria

by Princess OtakuGeek

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Other, Original Character, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Crossover, Main 6
Length: 5706

My wife and I were once humans living on earth. Now we're Night Furies in Equestria.

My name is Eric and this is my wife, Saskia. How to Train Your Dragon has always had a special place in our hearts and after the second movie came out, we decided to go a convention together, dressed as Night Furies. What could possibly go wrong?

Apparently, an awful lot.

We bought this Night Fury egg from this guy dressed as the Merchant and we ended up in an alternate Equestria as Night Furies. Well on the bright side, we always wanted to be parents.

A\N The cover is a picture by Choedan-Kal.

Published 2016-10-23 06:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-23 06:20:02 UTC

Night Furies' Arrival

The day started out just like any other day. I woke up first and immediately ran to the bathroom to answer the call of nature. When I was done, the next order of business was getting ready for the day. First item on the list was showering so after getting ready, I stepped in. Five minutes later, I was joined by my wife.

We had been married for almost five years, yet there were some times when we would act like newlyweds. Part of this reason was because we were trying to have kids. Now before any of you start thinking anything dirty, get your head out of the gutter. We did nothing like that in the shower, all we did was help clean each other. There may have been massages while we were rubbing soap onto each other's back but nothing more. Moving on...

After our shower came the smaller hygiene care. Brushing our hair and teeth, shaving, etc etc. Basic standard stuff. We got dressed and went downstairs to make and eat our breakfast. Pretty much a normal morning, but right off the bat it wasn't just any normal day. Today was the first day of our first convention and let me tell you, we were pumped. We'd both been preparing for this for the past few months. I'd gotten passes a few months prior and we'd been setting aside money for merch since then (we had friends who went to cons who told us how expensive merchandise could get).

We had even made ourselves costumes. My wife, Saskia is very good with needle and thread so once we decided what we wanted to dress as, she designed and sewed our costumes. As for what we were going as, it was a bit of a no brainer for anyone who knew us. We decided to go as Night Furies. How to Train Your Dragon has a very special place in both of our hearts. We had read the books and when the movies came out we watched them at the theater. Matter of fact, that was where I met the love of my life.

When the first movie came out, I went to the theater as soon as I possibly could. I'd read and enjoyed the books and I was looking forward to the movie. The way I saw it, it could be a really great movie or a really bad movie. And considering how at times movies don't always measure up to the book or books, there was a possibility that this movie would suck. But it didn't. It totally rocked! It was all so glorious! Story, characters, environment, animation, everything! Afterwards, I was just so pumped I turned to the person next to me and began talking about it.

That is how I met Saskia.

She shared my enthusiasm and we struck up a conversation as we left the theater and walked to a nearby frozen yogurt place. Our conversation had moved from the movie to ourselves and by the time we parted, we had exchanged phone numbers. Several phone calls and texts later, we went out on our first date and then two years later, I popped the question. We got married, and we've been happily wedded ever since.

Fast forward a little ways. When the second HTTYD movie came out, we were almost literally the first people in line when it came to our theater. We made a date of it, getting frozen yogurt afterwards and everything. Now if you thought book adaptions have a reputation, sequels have an even bigger one. I was no stranger to this fact and there was a chance that the sequel would be terrible in comparison to the first movie. When we walked into that theater, we didn't have very high expectations. And then they blew it out of the water.

Not only did they pull off a decent sequel, but they also made a sequel more awesome than the first. It was like Kung Fu Panda where the sequel opened up more of the world than what was seen in the first movie. Plus it answered one question that had been nagging at me since the first movies. Namely the Red Death and his relationship with the other dragons. Like how he controlled the other dragons to bring him food. My theory, the Red Death was the Alpha of this group of dragons.

I mean think about it, the battle between the two Bewilderbeasts wasn't just a battle to protect territory. It was a fight for dominance. When Drago's Bewilderbeast won, that made him the Alpha and my head cannon is that it made this so clear and forceful that it was practically mind control. How Drago got his hands on a Bewilderbeast is anyone's guess, but my money's on him having it since it was little (how else is he going to 'train' such a huge powerful dragon). Looking back on the first movie, it made me think that maybe it was a similar situation with the Red Death. Of course this is all head cannon, but it fits for me.

Moving on. Now by this point, your probably curious about my wife's name. After all, Saskia isn't exactly a common American name. And you'd be right. Saskia is a Russian and Germanic name. My wife has told me that when she was born, her father wanted to name Sassa, an Old Norse name that means 'divine beauty'. Her mom vetoed that because she didn't like the sound of that, so they named their daughter Saskia. She was born in Trondheim Norway and when Saskia was about four years old, her family moved to America.

This is another similarity we share. While I was born and grew up here in America, I am of Scandinavian descent. My great grandparents on my mom's side were from Sweden. We do of course visit Norway and Sweden when we can but I'm getting off track. Today was the big day and after we ate our breakfast, we started to get ready. We pulled on our costumes which were basically modified black hoodies and pants then we began to add make-up to our faces. And for the final touches, contact lenses and teeth.

With our preparations complete, we hopped into the car and hit the road. We arrived at the convention center and to be honest, I was practically vibrating with excitement. Here we were at our first convention and I just couldn't wait. Time flew by practically in a blur. We spent the whole morning visiting panels, talking to other con goers and more. Before we knew it, lunch was nearing. But before we could break for lunch, there was one place we had to check out. The vendors hall.

First word that came to mind when I stepped into that room was 'diverse'. Second word was awesome. Diversely awesome! At first we thought we'd walk around and scope out the place before coming to a decision on what we wanted to get. We checked out merch and compared prices. When we reached the back of the room, we ran into a strange vendor.

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"Welcome to my stall." A man greeted as we approached. He wore a long black coat with a hood and had a piece of purple fabric to cover the bottom half of his face. On his back was a sandy backpack and as he spoke, I realized he had a cockney accent.

"What lovely costumes." He said and I smiled proudly.

"Thank you. My wife here made them." I said as I pulled Saskia closer in a hug.

"And she's done such a good job." He replied. "I almost doubt that I have anything that you'd be interested in."

"Well, never say never." I said. "So what do you sell?"

"Costume props." He replied. "Many a con attendee have come to my humble stand and I ... complete their look."

"Really?" I asked as I looked over all the various items that he had. Many of them looking very realistic. "I've got to say, you do good work my friend."

"Thank you." He said. As I browsed over the various items, nothing really caught my eye until I reached a far corner. There sitting on a stand was an egg. It was definitely bigger than any egg I'd ever seen, about the size of a melon, and black as night. I reached out and set my hand on it, it was smooth and cool to the touch.

"Hey, what's this?" I asked and the man turned to me.

"That my friend is a Night Fury egg." He said. "A very good match for your costumes, wouldn't you say?"

I turned to my wife who'd joined me and we nodded. "We'll take it. How much for it?"

"Normally such a piece is a little more expensive, but considering how well done your costumes are and how this is your first convention, I'm willing to give you a discount."

"Sold." I agreed and paid the man. As well walked away with our purchase, I almost didn't question how he knew this was our first con.

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We hung out some more and soon, lunch rolled around. We decided that I would go out to get lunch while Saskia would stay and wait for me. After we'd purchased the egg, she'd taken to carrying it around most of the time though that didn't mean I was exempt from our 'child'. I usually held it when she got tired or needed to use the bathroom. Anyways, for lunch we chose to get some stuff from Dickey's Barbecue Pit.

Then as I was leaving with my order in my bag, I could practically taste the pulled pork and brisket, I was suddenly hit by a wave of vertigo that stopped me in my tracks. It felt and looked like the world was spinning and my vision was filled with bright colors that gave me a headache. I screwed my eyes shut to ease my headache and wait out whatever was going on. The next sensation to hit me was pain. Pain filled my entire body and made my surroundings even more of a muddled mess.

I didn't even notice when the ground dropped out from beneath my feet. Heck, I wasn't even certain if I was lying on the ground or standing. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the pain eased and the vertigo ceased leaving a strong wind blasting me in the face. At first I didn't want to open my eyes, but some part of me nagged me into resignation. Plus, I wanted to know where this wind was coming from. Last I checked, there wasn't even a strong breeze in the air.

I cracked open my eyes and once I registered what I was seeing, they flew wide open. I was falling from a high up in the air. I didn't even wonder what I was doing in the sky, I just panicked. I screamed and flailed about not even noticing the change in my voice. I did however notice how my fall seemed to slow or change direction when I flailed certain unfamiliar limbs. Before I could examine this however, I crashed into a forest.

Once again, pain filled my body as I was violently introduced to every tree in my path before finally bouncing and grinding into the ground for another violent series of introductions, this time with every rock in my path. Finally as I was slowing down, my head slammed into something (most likely a rock) and like that I was out cold in the middle of some random forest.

This is Equestria

This is Equestria. It's twelve days North of Hopeless and a few degrees South of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. Sounds 'charming' right? Kinda makes you wonder what kinda folks our forbearers were and what kind of trails they were going through, but I digress. Welcome to Equestria and despite the names of certain areas, it's actually a nice place to live and grow up.

We've got all sorts of activities, fishing, hiking, camping, beautiful landscapes and gorgeous views of the sunset. Yet at the same time, the Meridian of Misery didn't get its name for nothing. It isn't exactly a place for the faint of heart. Things can get pretty harsh around here, especially in the winter. First thing you should know is that Equestria isn't a continent like you might think. It's a archipelago of islands with a bigger one in the center that serves as a 'capital'. That's where I live and it's where our story begins.

The day started out like any other day......

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I yawned and stretched as I got out of bed. I folded my woolen blanket and then got ready for the day. First thing I did was wash my face in the basin, the cool water sending a slight shiver down my spine. I then pulled on a light brown tunic and fastened it with a belt before pulling on my fur vest then putting my mane up in my trademark bow. The ribbon was the first thing I bought from the traveling traders and to this day I was proud of it and wore it every day.

One glance at my sister's bed told me that she was already awake and likely out working with my brother. They always get up early to work on the farm. After breakfast with Granny and my chores, I ran out to find that my suspicions were correct. There out tending the fields was an orange earthpony mare with a blonde mane a red wool tunic with a belt, a vest and red wool cap. Working alongside her was a large red stallion with the start of a beard the same color as his mane and tail wearing a green wool tunic, belt and a vest as well.

"Applejack! Big Mac!" I called out as I galloped towards them.

"Morning Applebloom!" Applejack called out in reply as I skidded to a halt in front of her.

"Morning!" I replied cheerfully. "I finished my chores so can I go hang out with my friends?"

Applejack frowned a bit. "Don't ya have an apprenticeship ta get to?" The orange earthpony asked. "You should be heading to the forge right about now."

I pouted and gave AJ my best pleading eyes. "But it'd only be for a little while and I'm sure Anvil will mind too much." I pleaded with my sister. "Sides' there ain't much work ta be done right now, so there ain't much need for me ta be there."

"There may not be much work fer you ta do, but you ain't there ta just work." Applejack countered firmly. "Yer there ta learn how ta be a blacksmith and y'all can't do much learning if you ain't there."

At this point, Big Mac put a hoof on AJ's shoulder. "Ah think we should let her hang out with her friends fer a bit." He said gently. He had a deep rumbling voice that sounded like thunder even when he was speaking quietly. He wasn't much of a talker, but when he did speak, folks tended that listen. Especially when he was shouting. Anyways, my face brightened at my brother's support while Applejack scowled but neither of us said anything as he continued.

"Applebloom's been working very hard lately and she deserves a little break." He said. "And I'm sure Anvil will agree. She's just a filly ya know. She should spend some time having some fun with her friends. Remember you and yer friends used ta get into all sorts of trouble when you were her age."

Applejack blushed and I giggled. AJ was silent for a bit before finally capitulating with a sigh. "Fine, y'all can hang out but on one condition." She said before I could cheer. "You need ta go talk to Anvil first before you can go hang out with her friends and if he says it's okay, you can go hang out."

"Okay." I agreed with a nod before galloping down the hill.

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After getting Anvil's approval, I rushed out to find my friends. Now your probably wondering why I'm a blacksmith apprentice instead of working the farm with my family. Well, I've always been more mechanically minded and I'm good at fixing all sort of things. From fixing up the house like my brother to figuring out how to put together mechanical devices. Nothing really complicated or electrical, but good enough for us.

That's how I earned my cutiemark. My cutiemark is the picture of a stone hammer over a pair of red hot gears that look like they were freshly forged. I only just earned earlier this year and when I did, my siblings arranged for me ta be the apprentice to the local blacksmith. I think it helped that my brother and Anvil are old buddies. Anyways, I pushed my thoughts aside when I saw that I was approaching one of my friend's house.

I knocked on the door and when it opened, I was greeted by my friend's older sister, a white unicorn with a purple mane covered by a white kerchief and wearing a blue linen underdress with a white wool hangerock all fastened with a belt and brooches and decorated with glass beads.

"Hey miss Rarity." I greeted. "Is Sweetie Bell home?"

Rarity nodded. "She is. Would you like to come in?" The older pony offered and I took her up on her offer. Inside Sweetie Bell was standing at a vertical loom with a partially woven piece of cloth. She wore a dress similar to her sister's, but her underdress was a lighter blue than her sister's and her hangerock was light pink like her mane with amber beads strung between her brooches. She also covered her mane with a white kerchief and though I couldn't see it, I knew what Sweetie's cutiemark looked like. An embroidered musical note with a needle. I honestly thought it looked neat, like someone had embroidered it on her flank.

As I approached, Sweetie turned from her work to me. "Applebloom? What brings you around here?" She asked.

"I wanted to hang out with my friends, so I was wondering if you were free." I explained. "I already talked to Anvil and he's okay with it. So, you up for it?"

Sweetie Bell gave it some thought then turned to Rarity with her begging eyes. Now while I can attest to how effective my own puppy dog pouts and begging eyes, Sweetie is the true master of the pleading pout and puppy dog eyes. I'm not sure how she does it, but she can make herself look so adorable it's heartbreaking. Rarity held strong, but she didn't stand a chance against Sweetie Bell especially when I added my own efforts to the cause. Finally she capitulated.

"Very well, you may spend a few hours with your friends." She sighed. "I'm sure I can finish this up, just remember to stay out out trouble and come back as soon as possible. There's still work to be done."

"Oh thank you thank you big sis!" Sweetie cried as she threw herself at Rarity and gave her a hug. "And I promise I'll come back as soon as I can."

"Be sure you do." Rarity said with a smile. "It will be quite dull here without your sweet voice."

Sweetie blushed at her sister's compliment. Ten minutes later we were out the door and on our way to our third friend's place. Sweetie Bell had removed her kerchief as she'd only been wearing it to keep her mane from getting caught. Now that she wasn't wearing her kerchief, her pink and purple curls now fell around her face and down her neck. Sweetie had been the first of our group to earn her cutiemark and when she did, her sister took her on as an apprentice.

Then earlier this this year I earned my cutiemark mark leaving Scootaloo then only one in our group that still had a blank flank. So in order to not hurt her feelings, Sweets and I took to covering our own cutiemarks by wearing clothes. I know that it wasn't that big of a sacrifice since folks mostly wore clothes due to the chill that hovered in the air but half the time, fillies and colts our age went around without clothes especially when they'd just earned their cutiemark. But when Sweetie earned her cutiemark, all three of us promised each other that we wouldn't flaunt our cutiemarks until we all earned them.

Scootaloo lived near the docks because her parents were fishers and during this time of year, they would be out at sea for days evens weeks on fishing expeditions. Due to this, Scootaloo was very good at taking care of herself. When she didn't answer her door, we found her at the docks with a fishing pole. The orange pegasus filly was wearing her own brown tunic with a belt and a lightweight leather vest and a wool cap.

Now right about now, your probably thinking 'ponies wearing leather and furs? Aren't you a little disgusted since your herbivores?' Well you'd be right if we were strictly herbivorous and to some extent we are. Ponies are built to be an herbivorous species, but we are still capable of eating and digesting meat when we need to (one of the quirks of being a magical pony species I guess) and our environment isn't capable of supporting a strictly herbivorous diet, especially in winter.

There's a reason why we're a few degrees North of Freezing to Death. Winters are cold and harsh where food can be scarce, especially vegetation. I know there have been a couple winters where I had to skip a few meals. My older siblings however have skipped more meals than I have. Usually to make sure I have food. Anyways, my sister says that eating meat started out as a nessesity for during lean times back when our ancestors first came to these islands. But gradually over time our bodies evolved to take meat as sustenance.

Granny says that because of our natural magic, we can adjust to environments and living conditions pretty quickly. So yes, ponies can and do eat meat. Mostly fish, but chicken, pig, and whatever wild animals we can catch aren't off the menu. Plus it would just be wasteful if we didn't use the furs and other parts so out of respect for the lives that we take, we use every part of the animal. That's not to say fruits and vegetables are off the table. We're still herbivores and we still need to take in some form of vegetation. But the land is harsh and even though we can grow food, we just can't grow enough to completely support ourselves on an herbivorous diet. But I'm getting off track.

Anyways, when we told Scoots what we were doing, she immediately agreed. And so with our little group complete, we rushed back into the village.

"So, what do we want to do first?" Scoots asked.

"Well I figured we could go into the forest for a little hike." Applebloom suggested. "It's a nice day out and with how hard Sweets and I have been working, I figured we could relax a bit and get some fresh air. We might go to the lake and go swimming."

"Sounds cool." Scootaloo said. "Well then what are we waiting for, let's go!"

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Our forests are very beautiful and refreshing. Great towering pines that exude a fresh scent and large hills\mountains to climb. Despite all its flaws and dangers, Equestria is a great place to grow up with lots of wide open spaces to explore and play. When were younger, we used to play in these woods all the time so we pretty much know this place like the back of our hooves. So it came as a surprise when we saw the wrecked trees.

Right in front of us was a line of broken trees like something plowed through them. Something huge. And judging by the damage, it was pretty fresh like it'd been done recently. For a moment we stood there with our mouths agape at the damage. Then Scootaloo grinned and went to follow the trail.

"Scoots!" I hissed in alarm. "What the hay are you doing!?"

"I'm going to see what made this trail." The pegasus replied.

"Are you crazy!" Sweetie Bell cried in alarm. "Whatever is at the end is probably huge! What if it's hungry?"

Scootaloo paused and turned to look at us. "Oh come on, where's your sense of adventure?" She said. "Remember when we were younger, we used to go on all sorts of adventures."

"Relatively harmless adventures." I replied. "And none that involved chasing a huge monster!"

"Still, aren't you at least a little curious about what did this?" Scootaloo countered. "C'mon, let's check out just for old times sake. I might even earn my cutiemark. Besides, what's the worst that could happen."

I gave my friend my flattest look. "I could think of hundreds or worst case scenarios, more than half of them ending in digestion." I said drily then sighed. "Fine, we'll go with you even if only to keep you out of trouble. But if we do this, we're going to be careful. I'm not too keen to end up as some creature's snack.

"Me neither." Sweetie Bell chimed.

"Fair enough, now can we go?" Scootaloo said before taking off with Sweets and I trailing behind. As I examined the damage, I was able to safely guess what happened. From the looks of it, something big fell from the sky and crashed in the forest. This narrowed down the list of possible creatures to more airborne creatures. Unfortunately, a pegasus wasn't on the list as there was no pegasus this big or capable of taking this much punishment.

Soon we reached the part of the trail where whatever this thing was hit the ground, digging furrows in the dirt and eventually digging itself a trench. Just over a small dip, we spotted it.

"A dragon!!!?!" Sweetie hissed in alarm as she ducked behind a rock. "It's a dragon!!!"

"Really!!" Scootaloo said excitedly as she peeked over. With a swift yank, we pulled her back behind our hiding place.

"Don't draw attention to us." I hissed as quietly as possible. "We don't know if it's a friendly dragon or not!"

"Don't be such scardy cats." Scoots replied as she yanked her vest from our grasp. "Besides, it doesn't look like it's awake." Then before we could stop her, she stepped out from behind our rock. We flinched back and shielded ourselves from the inevitable, but all that greeted us was silence.

"You two can come out now. It's not even conscious." Scootaloo's voice suddenly said. I slowly removed my hooves from my head and trotted towards my friend even slower.

"If we die, I swear to Celestia I'll haunt to the end of days." I growled at her and Scoots scoffed as she trotted towards the dragon.

"How would that even work, I'd be a ghost too." She replied and I glared at her.

"I don't know, but by Luna I'll find a way." I swore. Sweetie Bell didn't say a word, just followed me quietly. Like Scoots had said, the dragon was indeed out cold and sprawled out on it's side with one wing sticking up. As I looked over the dragon, I had to admit it looked beautiful. Its body, clearly designed to fly at top speeds, was sleek and aerodynamic with wicked looking claws and short teeth designed for fish eating. The whole creature covered in black scales.

"So what kinda dragon do you think it is?" Scootaloo finally asked.

"I don't know." I said as I continued to look over the strange new dragon. "I've never seen this dragon before."

"Seriously!? Does that mean that this could be like a new species of dragon?" Scoots asked with a hint of excitement glittering in her eyes.

"Probably not." Sweetie Bell finally worked up the courage to speak. "I mean just because we haven't seen it before doesn't mean someone else hasn't. It's a big world and there are tons of dragons out there. For all we know, this could be a species that's known elsewhere."

Scootaloo frowned at our unicorn friend. "You just had to go and steal my thunder." She grumbled and I chuckled. It felt kinda like old times before Sweets and I got our cutiemarks.

Then at that moment there was a groan that didn't come from any of us. We froze stiff as all around died in our throats then we slowly turned towards the source of the groan. The dragon's eyelids were twitching at it pulled a leg out from underneath it's body to rub it's head. We quickly clustered together and watched in silence as the dragon moan and groan as it woke. When it's eye snapped open, we saw it had bright emerald eyes with a large black pupil. It then staggered to its feet in a way that made us wince. Then as it was massaging it's head, Sweetie Bell spoke up.

"Uh, um excuse me." She called quietly and the dragon snapped it's head towards us. "Are you okay?"

Silence fell like a heavy blanket over the atmosphere as both parties stared at each other waiting for either side to make the first move. Then, the dragon let out a roar. In hindsight, he was probably screaming because he then began roaring even louder but at the time we were too caught up in our own screaming\running to notice.

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What the *******. As I lay flat on my back, I thought about had just occurred and after getting that out of my system, I could now think more clearly. I woke up to a massive, throbbing headache and various other aches and pains all over my body but the more pressing issue was my head injury and I sincerely hoped I didn't have a concussion. However, concussions became the least of my worries very quickly.

As I was rubbing my head to both ease the pain and examine the damage (thankfully there was no blood) it quickly became apparent that something was wrong. My hand and my head felt different than what I was used to and I was pretty my body didn't normally move that way. A quick examination of my hand revealed claws and black scales instead of human fingers and skin. My jaw (which now felt bigger than it was supposed to) dropped.

A look over my body revealed what I'd been dreading. Sleek black body, huge black wings and a flat skull with a wide mouth. I was a Night Fury. And then as if thing weren't crazy enough, the universe decided to throw me a curve ball in the form of three, pastel, TALKING ponies. Judging by their voices they were pretty young but that barely registered as I was still in shock and staring at these three impossibilities. And as I was staring, I noticed that only one of the fillies was 'normal' and I use the term very very loosely.

One filly had a horn on her head, denoting her as a unicorn and the other had wings indicating a pegasus. It was the straw to break the camel's back. That was it, I was done. Kaput. Fried. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I screamed. Only it came out as a roar which freaked me out even more leading to a much louder 'roar'. I almost didn't notice when the fillies let out their own screams and ran off. I was too busy experiencing a mental breakdown.

I don't really remember what happened exactly only that I went tearing through the forest screaming all the way. I didn't calm down until I ended up falling a great distance and smacked my face in a faceplant. Once I was relatively 'calm' I took a few deep breaths then surveyed my surroundings. I'd ended up in a ravine almost identical to the one Toothless ended up in in the first movie. There was even a small pond and tree roots providing shelter.

For a time I just lay there coming to terms with what happened. At one point I cried for five minutes straight when I thought about how I wouldn't be able to see Saskia again. Eventually I reached the conclusion that nothing gets done when you're just sitting on your but feeling sorry for yourself. A cursory glance told me that I wouldn't be able to climb up so that left me only one option. I spread my wings and grinned. Time to test these babies out.

With a single flap, I was airborne. I was flying on my own power and the little boy in me couldn't help but whoop and cheer in excitement at the thought of flying through the sky. If there was one good trade-off from this mess, this would be it. I could almost feel the air right now when suddenly I was dropping like a stone and ended up in the pond. I looked around in confusion then my gaze landed on my tail and I blanked out for a moment.

No.

No no no no no no no no no oh please no.

I kept going like that in denial, but the fact remained. I was missing a tail fin. I vital part of myself that was needed for flying was missing and to make matters worse I was stuck in the bottom of a ravine that required FLIGHT to get out. A small part of my brain reasoned that it must've gotten torn off in the fall but I was a bit busy cursing my luck.

'Oh @#%$ what did I do to deserve this?!!' That was the first time I threw a plasma ball.