The Flow of Magic

The single most obsessive thing that was over my mind was the wonderful feeling of warmth. Of course, it wasn't so bad, considering being warm isn't a bad thing unless you're on fire or something, which wasn't the case, or so I think. Darkness? Why is it so dark? How can it be dark and warm? Where am I? My confusion didn't stop, instead started to grow. Panic was settling in, and I swore I could feel my heart pounding. I heard voices, whispers coming from somewhere.

"Spike, get me another, stat!" A voice called, yet at a faint whisper. Spike...Who is that? Before I could question myself further I felt myself fall back into a deep sleep.

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I found myself in a room.

A room divided into two halves. One, for it, and one for me. I don't quite know what it is, but it just stands there with a solemn expression on its face. It looks so terribly sad, so hurt. I would feel bad for it, but I just couldn't. We stood there for what seemed like ages before I spoke.

"Where are we?"

It dropped its head, and looked away slightly. It didn't respond. Why? Why didn't it say anything back? What is it? My thoughts were interrupted as it looked back at me, desperation in its eyes. I suddenly felt a strong connection to it, but why? It finally moved, just a step, but it was something. It caught me by surprise as it held out its hand. I wanted to hold its hand, to tell it everything would be okay.

I couldn't imagine living in a box like this for eternity. It's expression defined its feelings, it was sad, lonely, and hurt. Out of an act of desperation, I held out my hoof.

My hoof.

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Ike.....Sp...

"SPIKE! Get over here, he's waking up." A voice said softly, almost comforting.

I slowly opened my eyes. A blinding light filled my eyes, causing me to shut them quickly. I raised my hoof to cover them, but it quickly halted halfway there. A stream of pain shot through my entire body, almost knocking me unconcious. I heard a giggle and a voice, the same as before speak again.

"You shouldn't try to move, when I found you were beaten up pretty bad." She moved my injured hoof back down to the bed sheets, and I could feel her wrapping new bandages on me. "Please don't try and move for a while, it will only disrupt the healing process."

I felt...calm. Her voice is fluent, calming, and definitely likable. She sounds kind of like my mom...I chuckled at the thought.

Then I heard her voice again. "Oh? What's so funny?" I didn't respond.

It's not like I could. My mouth was sealed shut with bandages, giving me an impossible chance at communication. Using hoof-motions were out of the question too, considering my condition. I wanted to tell her thank you, whatever she may look like.

Then I started to feel it. The aura I mean. Her aura. Does everypony feel this? It's so strange...It's telling me everything about her. Purple...No, lavender. How could I tell? How could I know? It felt as if the aura was wrapping it's thousands of threads around my very soul and mind, sending hundreds of packets of information toward my head. What allows me to know this?

If she had one, maybe I do too? I could feel a sharp pain in my head, near my forehead. I soon established that to be a horn. I was a unicorn. Magic. Why does that seem so unreal to me?

If I were a unicorn, I would have to have magic, right? Maybe I can thank her using my aura, just like she told me about herself with hers. It would be rude not to say anything back right? But I don't know anything about magic, not even the most simplest spell, so what could I do? I was in no condition to move, so what could I do?

"I finished wrapping your new bandages, just try and get some sleep. I'll come back with dinner later, okay?" She said, much to my pleasure and displeasure.

Yet, before I knew it, as if some force was taken my body, I was asleep.

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The peculiar lavender mare trotted downstairs back to her living room, which was pretty much the center of the building. She lived in a tree house, not like the ones you expect from little fillys and colts, but a literal house made from a giant oak. She was the librarian of the town of Ponyville. She was perhaps the smartest, most advanced pony in the town, and is looked up to as the 'Element of Magic'. But she wasn't boastful, and prefered to keep to herself most of the time. Sure, she had friends and all, but something was still missing. Somepony she could count on, but who could that be...

Her daydreaming was interrupted by a loud knock on the door of the oak house. Twilight flinched, not expecting someone at this hour. She casually, still carefully walked to the door, unsure to what could be out at this time at night. As soon as she opened the door she was surprised to not see a burglar, but instead her friends.

One mare jumping around like a maniac, her pink coat and mane flying out in different directions. Another with a yellow coat, and pink mane, shyly hiding behind the next filly who was a large mix of colors in her hair, but managed to keep a solid cyan coat. Another with an orange coat, and keeping a cowboy hat to cover her hair, and the last a pure white unicorn, with a magenta mane. All of these ponies were the greatest friends she could ask for. Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity.

Without warning, the white one, Rarity, barged in without question. "You know Twilight, when I heard you were keeping a stallion in your bed, I just couldn't believe it." The others came in as well, saying nothing, but nearly nodding in agreement.

Twilight blushed, "W-What?!"

"What? You think we haven't heard of your little coltfriend?" Rainbow teased.

Twilight growled, "He is not..." She stopped, unwilling to finish the sentence.

Applejack sighed, "Okay girls, that's enough teasing for now." Twilight smiled at her friend coming to her defense. "We really came here to see him ourselves." She said.

Fluttershy nodded, "So...How is he if you don't mind me asking..." She shyly said, typical.

Twilight motioned them all over to her living room, where she was earlier. There was a couch, and couple bean bags to lay on. Her friends got comfortable while Twilight levitated a cup of coffee to herself, sighing, she spoke with a sad expression.

"He's fine now. I'm glad I was able to get him some help at the time he appeared to me." She took a sip from her cup. "He was in pretty bad shape. I don't know what happened to him, but there was claw marks all over his body, obviously from something feral. He had lost so much blood by the time I found him, that I thought he wasn't going to make it." Fluttershy and Rainbow cringed, looking away. Pinkie Pie had lost her fluffiness once she realized how serious this really was. Now she just had a solemn expression on her face, expressing her sadness for the colt.

"So..." Twilight took another sip from her cup, "I gave him some of mine."

Rarity cocked her head, "Some of what?"

Applejack nudged her shoulder, "Some of her blood. You know, blood transfusion and what not." Rarity nodded her head, realizing what she meant, thanks to Applejack.

"While I do admit to feeling a little sick right now," she chuckled, "he has...Much worse problems to deal with."

Twilight yawned, and could feel her eyes getting heavy. "I'm sorry girls, it's getting late, and I do need some sleep after all this blood giving. I'm sorry for being so rude, but I need to get some shut eye."

"Mighty fine with us, sugarcube." Applejack said, nodding in formal goodbyes, before heading out the door. The rest of the girls followed her, saying their goodbyes and goodnights to her as well. Twilight sighed, looking up the staircase to where the sleeping colt was. She thought about him for a while, before shaking her head. Without another thought, she flopped down on the couch, quickly falling into the realm of dreams.