It was raining, no thundering, lighting occasionally striking the ground. I was twelve and shivering under the few blankets they gave me and enjoying the creamy soup I worked together with the scraps of last night’s meal.

Thunder rocked the cage I was in as I sat outside. The rain was cold and the wind was rough, I watched Fancy walked outside, a nice umbrella over her shoulder. “Want to come back inside,” she asked.

“Yes,” I asked quickly.

“Too bad,” she laughed. Then why ask, I wondered. She coughed, apparently she had been coming down with the flu. Good for her I thought. She coughed again, this time spitting out blood. She kept coughing, eyes wide in horror.

“You need to go back inside,” I said, getting close to the bars of the cage.

“Shut up, a stupid -cough- dirt pony -cough- like you, - cough- won’t tell me what to do,” Fancy sneezed, snot shooting out her nose.

I took another sip of my soup, enjoying the warm feeling in my stomach, her magic snatched the liquid started out the bowl, she began sipping from it like a cloud of gas. She was repulsed by my cooking, but she stomached it nevertheless.

“It’s your fault I’m sick,” she whizzed.

“What did I do,” I shouted, standing up for myself, I’d feel fed up from time to time in my youth and took a stand against it every now and again. She dragged my prison out in the middle of the field.

The sky flashed a bright white, “get inside Fancy, it’s not safe.” I begged.

“Shut up, leave me alone,” Fancy said, dragging the cage father. I squeezed my eyes shut, anger boiling in my chest. Suddenly lightning struck the wet ground, the current traveled through the wet grass and nipped Fancy all over. She wailed, causing Father and Mother to rush out quickly.

“What happened,” Father asked.

“Starry got me shocked by lighting,” Fancy cried.

“Lighting, are you sure,” Mother asked, raising a brow.

“Yes, it only hurt me, it didn’t hurt her,” she cried.

“Oh dear,” Mother glared, “Starry Spoon go to your room, she said opening the cage. As I left the empty bowl of soup was thrown at the back of my head, it smashed and glared turning around to stare down Fancy and our parents.

My hair lifted into the air as if not affected by gravity, my eyes turned whiter than snow. I laughed evilly as my parents faces flushed white and as Fancy cowered behind my Mother’s legs.

My flank flashed displaying a white bolt of lighting. Just then as I got ready to raise my power Father shot a spell at me to knock me unconscious. I think about that moment every night, how I brought fear upon my parents and sister for once. And how each time I recall it, it feels like i’m not supposed to know that. And after I woke up my cutie mark changed for the bolt to a wooden spoon.

Strange.

Author's Note

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