Burst of Inspiration

          I was always against learning to fly. My parents would bring me to the far away fields every day, no matter how much I struggled with them. At first I would at least pretend to try straining my wings under their guidance but every time I would eventually get bored and not put any effort into it. My parents never realized this though as every time they would always smiled and tell me “It’s okay, well get it right tomorrow” and I would simply smile and go along with them. Thinking back to those days I regret my actions, they eventually figured out that I wasn’t trying and contrary to my thoughts of them bring angry with me they only looked upon me in disappointment and pity. They knew I was missing out on so much, but I was to blind by my own foalishness to see what they were really trying to teach me.

One day after another set of lessons from my parents they snapped. Tired of my rebellious ways they flew off and left me alone. I trotted after them hoping to keep up but they were faster than I could ever hope to be and soon disappeared from my vision. To this day I’m still not sure what happened, but I do know that they never came back. I was stranded all alone, with no way of knowing where the closest town was. There was nopony else for a very long time.

Many months had passed since I was left alone. I never saw anypony and food was hard to come by. Some days I had only been able to eat some raw hay from the nearby fields. I didn’t cry, at least not any more, the first few weeks had been filled with fits of crying and temper tantrums but I realized they weren’t doing me any favors. There wasn’t much to shelter me from the elements out here but then again being so far from civilization it was rare for the storm clouds to drift this far, I always watched them hoping for a Pegasus to be following one of them, and maybe save me but nopony ever came.

It had probably been about a year since I was abandoned, and my flank was now sporting a picture of two sticks rubbing together. I had found a little comfort in knowing that wilderness survival was my special talent, and felt lucky that it hadn’t been something else.  I decided that I would try to teach myself how to fly, and started to plan many activities that might help me do so.

I’m finally starting to get it, not much but at least a little bit. The other day I figured out how to glide by watching the owlets. They had been jumping from branch to branch in the small cluster of trees. I joined them at some point and we all spent the night gliding in each other company. I’m glad that the owls see me as a friend instead of a stranger.

The young owlets have grown and left the nest leaving me behind. I’m alone again and I still can’t fly, the most I can do now is hover for a few minutes before tiring out. If I want to go home I need to strengthen my wings tenfold first. I’ll start tomorrow tonight I feel like I’m going to cry for the first time in many years.

I finally did it, I’ve discovered the secrets of flight, and it’s finally time I try to go home. I’m not sure how I feel right now but I do know that if my parents are still out there somewhere out there I’ll give them each a good smack on the head for abandoning me like that. Tonight I will bath in the river and do my best to clean myself up before heading back to civilization. I hope that I can find my way back somehow. It’ll be nice to see Cloudsdale after three years.

Flying is the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. The wind rushing through your feathers while ruffling your fur is the most exciting thing in the world. I’m not sure how long I’ve been flying for today but I know I’m heading in the right direction because there are more and more clouds about. I hope I can talk to my parents soon, they’re probably really worried. On that I’m not so sure, after all they left me in the wild for nearly 3 years now. I realized I’m not sure what to say to the first ponies I see in a long time. I’m sure I’ll look insane as my mane and tail have grown to outrageously long lengths. Looking behind me as I fly I can see them both streaming behind me dragging me back and reducing my speed. I can’t wait to get a mane cut and a hot shower.

I found out why my parents never came back today. I’m sitting here with them now, telling them all about the past three years of my life. Tears have been streaming from my eyes for the past few minutes and a crowd has gathered to hear my story as I tell it. Some of them look at me in shock and others are starting to cry as well. When I finish telling my story to my parents I can hold back no longer. I start to cry miserably over their graves. I feel a hoof on my shoulder and look up to see a mare with tears in her eyes as well.

I remembered the mare; she was my mother’s sister and my aunt. She had instantly taken me in and explained to me what had happened to them all those years ago. Starting from when they had left me they had gone back to Cloudsdale to wait. They thought that maybe under the right circumstances I might figure out how to fly and come home the evening. When I never did they went out searching in the night. The next day when they failed to show up at their promised appointments with other ponies in town a search party had been sent out. The found my parents mauled by manticore and barely breathing. By the time they reached the hospital they had already passed on leaving behind a message for me.

It had been three more days of tears for me after hearing the story. The note they had left me lay opened on my bed, it read

Were sorry for failing to show you the world

It’s been four years since coming home, I’ve been living with my auntie and I work a part time job delivering mail all around the land, I’m proud to be one of the fastest flyers in Equestria. Every day after work I send a letter to my parents telling them about the day’s events and just how great it is to be able to fly. I’m not so sad about their passing anymore, though I do still catch a tear from my eyes every once in awhile. I finished writing my letter for today and I’m now sending it to them through the fire. As the paper turns to ash I hear my aunt calling and I leave it to smolder.

Hey guys, I know some of you are eagerly awaiting the next chapter of I want to run and to help hold you over I released one of my short stories today. It's a little sad but I liked writing it. I hope you guys enjoy it too. If this section becomes popular enough I'll keep releasing more of my stories for all of you to read. Thanks for sticking with me!

-Blindteller