From the Land of Azure

by Pearly Mint

Rating: everyone
Tags: Alternate Universe, Sad, Slice of Life
Length: 969

In an universe very similar to Equestria, there are no alicorns or princesses, just a little pegasus struggles to survive in her world.

Chaos and hatred strives everywhere you look. When a little pegasus loses everything she loves, she accepts it and keeps dreaming of the things that fill her soul with joy beyond compare. She does this in hopes that others will keep dreaming, even when they lost all hope.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-26 18:31:55 UTC

Intro

My name's Wonder and this is my story. I have no siblings and no mom. My mom died a couple months after I was born. She had some incurable disease that took her life. She was a scientist that worked on curing diseases and yet could not cure her own. Ironic, isn't it? Dad's also a scientist, he works on viruses in wounds and stuff. They're both pegasi, so it makes sense that I'm one too, at least before the accident...

Ones who suffer

That day started off like any other. I got up and came down for breakfast. Dad put a thick book on the table that I would study that morning. See I was homeschooled and would read and learn something new everyday. That day it was math. I took a couple of pancakes off the grill and some eggs off of the stove. I opened the book and started reading as I ate breakfast. A couple of hours later, I stretched my legs and wings and looked outside. We lived on the coast with a beach not so far away. I went downstairs and came to an operation room where Dad worked. Jars big and small, thick and thin stretched along the walls. Some of which had antidotes and others had utensils in them. I knocked softly on the open door and heard no reply. "Dad?" I asked softly, entering. Still hearing no reply, I walked to the back of the dimly lighted room and saw him slumped at his desk. I picked up a couple loose papers. The equations and formulas made my eyes swim and head dizzy. I put the papers down and looked around. In a little table nearby, I see a couple of important looking forms. I pick one up. *"House for sell"** and see all of my Dad's information filled out. I put the form down and leave the room. I was on my bed when Dad comes in and sits on my bed too.*

"When were you going to tell me?" I ask. He says nothing and stares at the floor. "

"Where are we moving?" I ask glumly.  Dad looks at me and says in a tired voice,

"I got a job up in Destiny. That big city not too far away from here. We'll be moving in a couple of days."

True to his word,  we moved out of our little town by the beach to a big city where Dad worked for a higher paying company. We stayed in a nice hotel where the street was always busy. Now our routine was different. Every morning dad would walk up early, grab a bagel or muffin, and call a cab to take him to his research lab. He'd come home tired and dejected, eat a late dinner and would go on to bed. At least he could go out of the house, I mean hotel. He'd tell me that it was unsafe to go outside. I was therefore stuck inside the hotel all day. Sometimes I'd get so bored, I'd fly around each room 10 times to not go crazy!  There were three rooms my room, dad's room, and the kitchen/ living room. I did this quietly, so I wouldn't disturb the neighbors, or the people in the rooms next to us. After all this practice, I became a pretty good flyer. But it didn't matter, at least not in the long run or should I say flight?

One day, Dad came home early and said he was going to take me out. I was so excited! I bounced back and forth on my hooves as we walked out of the hotel. Little did I know that something tragic was about to occur. As we waited to cross that busy street, I saw something reflect off the closest building. I wanted to ask my Dad what he thought it was, but he pushed me forward to cross the street. All of the sudden that building exploded with large pieces falling down on us. Chaos followed with screeching tires, and screams filling my eardrums and smoke filling my mouth and eyes. I tried looking for my Dad, but instead saw a carriage coming straight for me, saw it swerve and heard a loud thud as the carriage hit somepony. I didn't get to see who it was  because another fairly large piece of building broke in two and hit me on my outstretched wings. Several bones cracked and I passed out from the pain. I woke up in the hospital confused and alone. A nurse can in and was a little surprised to see I was awake.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" She asked in a cheerful tone.

"Where's my dad?" I asked groggily, still in pain. The nurse bits her lip and doesn't reply. She checks my back and wings- wait- I couldn't feel my wings. I reached back to where my wings should have been, but all I could feel were little stubs. The nurse shook her head saying,

"Your wings were to damaged to save... We had to amputate them so they wouldn't  get infected." She started to walk out the door. "Bet my Dad could've fixed any infection" I secretly thought.

"Where's my dad?" I asked venomously. She stopped in her tracks, met my eyes, and with a lump in her throat said

"He didn't make it." And with that, she left.

I sat on my bed and cried.  I finally went back to bed and slept. I dreamed of my dad and his goofy smile. I dreamed of my mother. I dreamed that we were a happy family. And with one final heart beat, I kept on dreaming for all those who lost hope and gave up. I kept on dreaming in hopes that others would too.