Darkness.

Cold.

Pain.

Slowly opening my eyes, I find myself in a position I never thought I'd see in my 3 years of flying.

Prices of broken metal are strewn across the ground in front of me, and a large gash in the pines to my rear confirms my suspicions.

We crashed.

I try to stand, but an explosive bolt of pain erupts from the left side of my back. I let out an ear piercing scream, and I instinctively go to clutch my the area of suffering.

*CLOP*

The metaphorical white-hot poker stabs at my back again, and I hastily pull away from my injury and manage to stifle the scream.

I turn my head to give an accusing look at my hand and...

A find a white stub.

I jerk my 'hand' away in panic causing another stab of pain to penetrate my sanity, and me to stare wide-eyes into space.

"No... No, no, no, no..." I mutter to myself. I then take a deep breath try to comfort myself.

"Okay, your name is Robin Inel, you are 16, you attend Zurich Boys' College and you have been flying for 3 years along with your friend..." My eyes suddenly widen in realisation.

"...Peter."

I inch my head to face left and find myself face-to-face with the fish eyes stare if a beige coloured, black maned horse.

I jump in fear, renewing the sharp pain in my back once more. When I calm down, I realise it isn't moving. Slowly leaning towards it, I stretch out my hoof and poke it. It doesn't react.

A study the creature more, and take in a few smaller details. It had hazel eyes, it's build seemed slightly muscular, although leaned more towards the chubby side and appeared to be covered in engine grease.

Then I noticed it was strapped into the seat next to me.

It stare it the beige horse in disbelief.

"...P-Peter?" I manage to sputter.

He gives no reply.

I stare in shock at my own hooves, and a tear forms in my eye.

"Peter's d-dead... And I'm..." I start to utter. Then my fear turns itself into rage.

"I'm a BUCKING HORSE!"

I look over at Peter again, ignoring my sudden change of curse word.

"I'm s-sorry..."

I take my hoof and run it down both of his eyes, closing them. The look on his face then almost changed to one of... Contempt?

I sigh, and begin to unbuckle myself from the seat, lifting the small switch on the strap. I begin to climb out, when I realise something.

"How the buck did I lift the switch with..." I lift my right hoof in front of my face.

"...These?"

I sit in contemplation before looking back over at the body of what used to be Peter next to me.

"...I'm taking this pretty well for a guy who just lost his best friend and became a horse."

I start to crawl out of the cockpit, when the metaphorical poker pokes me again, and a help but let out a small yelp.

Well, at least it doesn't hurt as much now. You woulda thought I had learnt the lesson regarding my back now, and NOT tried to move it.

Plus, what is this form? How do I pick stuff up? How do I wield tools? And more importantly, how do I walk?

I decide to take things one at a time, and a dress the point of most pain first.

I find that I'm able to tilt me head all the way around to see my back, and honestly, what I say right then and there have me the shock of my life.

Wings.

I had wings, mother-bucker!

Then I realise where to pain is coming from.

Looking my left wing, it appears to be bent halfway through at an unnatural angle, and is hanging limp at my side.

Broken wing?

I gingerly press my hoof against the bent segment and it twitches as a searing heat roars up my back. I barely suppress a scream.

Yup, broken wing.

"...Maybe as long as I keep pressure off it..." I lean forward and bring my bent wing away from the back of the padded chair. It stings for a moment, then settles as the pain fades.

I sigh and begin to climb out once again, this time mindful of the wing that is jangling centimeters above the grassy terrain.

Looking over the damage to the cessna, I can tell that it's beyond repair. The fuel tank is leaking, the engine is crushed and the entire back half of the plane is sitting amongst the debris in the tree-gash.

"That's... Not good. Aww, Miyagi's gonna be pissed. And another thing: I need to find civilisation.

Lagers National Park isn't that large, and surrounded on all sides by roads. It shouldn't take long, all I'd have to do was walk in one direction.

Another problem. Walking.

Even standing still, it was hard to keep balanced as more four legs shook beneath me. I took the time to appreciate how I look.

Turning to look at myself in a shard of plexiglass, I find that I am white, with a small turquoise coloured mane and bright emerald eyes, matching my own human ones.

And again, another problem. How are people going to react when they see a winged horse strolling down the road? I guess the most cliche thing would happen. I get taken to a laboratory, tested on, cut open and imprisoned.

Also, there was the case of Peter. The story of a TABLE falling out of the sky being taken as truth would have as much chance as a pig growing wings.

They would probably blame me, charge me of manslaughter, or even murder and lock me up, never to leave.

No, don't think about that, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, I need to find civilisation... And learn to walk.

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Dear Princess Celestia,
The spell which I found within the ruins has me absolutely baffled. We have confirmed that the spell does work through the transportation of a cup and a table, although, we ran into one problem. Neither the cup, nor the table reappeared as stated, although this has been tracked to a minor miscalculation of my own.

On another subject, ponies around the area claim recently hearing loud loud buzzing noise, almost like a mosquito, followed by the sound of crashing and crunching. These sounds we're especially present around Fluttershy's cottage, and she is currently trying to calm her critters.
Other than that, all is well in Ponyville.

Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle.

Author's Note

Oh, hey!
Wasn't expecting to get so much attention as I have in the last few days.
So, I would like to thank all my readers, and stay tuned for Chapter 3: Fluttershy.

Robin: I swear, every single one of your chapter titles spoils what's in it...
Me: But that's what they're supposed to do, right?
Robin: