I awoke
Once, I remember awakening, the feeling of wake, light springing to colour, shapes, objects then vision, a lush green and brown had me surrounded in a dark bed of shade with the light shinning through my leaf-top blinds.
I wandered, wandered further, wandered what I could only assume was deeper.
Before I found another object, but this object moved in a flurry and skip, batting from tree to tree and talking yet I could not understand. I screamed aloud, hoping for help. It had claws, a sharp mouth and what did I have?
Four legs.
My scream did not disturb it, it simply continued its horrific cackle, I was afraid, I hid. Then it stopped; was I dead, did my screams scare it, or did it take mercy upon this being just welcomed into the world.
Water...I could hear a dripping sound, I looked up to see four dark arms stretched before me, dark as tar entered into the bird before me, dirtying it with red. It slept.
I turned around looking for my saviour though found only growth and shadow but I took no note, the world was new, and assuming the mass of interwoven green topped wood was not all of it.
It was large.
I had calmed, so I returned my gaze to see if the being was still asleep; it was.
So I decided I would turn tail, until I had a protector it would be foolish to delve further, who knew what the mass of trees held. I made an assumption, no protector with something to guard will be on the shallows of the wood, so I must venture there, in order to find one not contracted.
I got bored of my surroundings so decided to look down, see what it was under my hooves that seemed to cushion my step but all I found was more brown, a different brown but still brown. Wait, what was that, as I stepped a mist of brown was kicked up, a different brown but this was very different, it was light and swirling, changing. I made it; it,this was my work. I made beauty. Something I made, made me happy.
I was happy.
So happy, I danced around against the floor and more clouds flew up, causing me more and more joy.
Eventually I grew disinterested. Tired of the ground that lay below me, it's magic worn and disenchanting. My arms where a bright colour, though not at the same time, they matched that of the clouds I saw about through the foliage. My forelegs was bound in a dark colour, stark contrast to my legs, but this served only to make my legs colour stand firmer. When I move my head around I feel something brush me, though I can't see it, maybe some time in the future my curiosity will be nourished, rewarded.
No! The brown below was touching against my hooves, dirtying them with tainted colours, relieving them of purity, I ran, surely the less time I touch the floor the less dirt will mass on my hooves.
The colours are getting brighter here, this place must be purer, clean even.
I keep running,hoping my gamble be paid off.
It did, I was hit with such wonder, but it hurt. I attempted to avert my gaze, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. An orb hung low in the sky, everything it touched was immersed in such light, it caused somethings to shine dazzling, others simply took a lighter shade, I looked down, my legs where so clean. They glowed from the beams striking them, but my bindings did not. Par from the golden object either side near the end of my sleeve, it glistened, it matched the orb, doing the same job.
"I love you".
I could hear the words clearly in my mind. A relaxing tone, soothing my ills with the world, sending me into a state of calm and lax.
How did that bird sleep, I have been trying for a while, the orb vanished behind the edge, but not before leaving a brilliant colour onto the clouds, filled with energy and life, yet ushering a spirit of cool dashed with hope in the knowledge the orb would be more than happy to greet me at a later date with another show of its celestial light.
Damn sleeping is hard, I'm assuming it's because I am not tired, tired things sleep and I'm not tired, makes sense. But I am bored isn't that enough? Things with nothing to do sleep, don't they, that's why tiredness exists, it comes when you have done everything you have to do.
That's the problem. I must have something I need to do but what.
I spent an age debating that question, yet nothing; nothing came up and I had nothing I wanted nor needed to do.
Time had passed a long while before I saw more light, but no from an orb in the sky, I could hear this array of light, it's hiss and crackle intimidating but yet I felt something attractive in the safety I felt it would supply.
Before I knew it my hooves had shifted and I was on my way to the glow, curiosity overcoming my initial fear. What I found filled me with such emotion, an inner conflict brewing within me, what I saw was beautiful, an orgy of flame dancing onto the wood that lain beneath it, brightening the surroundings but at the same time, charing the wood into a dark black soot, I stamped at the dancers only to be greeted by a sharp pain which staggered me backwards, I wanted to scream once more but I was interrupted when I heard a voice call out from the shrubbery after a sharp clatter.
"What in Celestia's name where you just trying to do?" The voice was not a harsh one, but was riddled with confusion, questioning and an overwhelming sense of worry.
More rustling then I saw the origin emerge from the bushes the voice came.
A small pony, reaching about a quarter way up my leg, a bright crimson mane was crawling down her neck the same colour that the tail from flew from her back, its ends trailing in the dirt below, sullying its brilliant colour, whilst in stark contrast her coat was a dull orange, only serving to emphasise the crimson.
I took note of the weapon she wore on her forehead, it casting a strong glow, rivalling my enemy from before, whom was still showing its pride in a flaring victory dance.
"I...I am sorry" my words came to a stumble as her light was cast over me. "Answer my question; what was you just trying to do?" Questions, so many questions I had for her but she looked more set on getting her's out first. "The fire was harming it." I felt a pang of guilt, I meant well but it was clear from her judgemental gaze that it was in vain. "Harming what? A bird; a butterfly?"silence"What was it burning?!" she was angry, very angry, I was becoming afraid, oh so very afraid of the little demon before me. "The wood..." I stooped low, attempting to bury myself into the earth, getting ready to take my fate.
"What age do you think you are? Don't you know that's how you get hurt" she had began to further wrap my legs in deeper bindings which soothed to the touch. "You really should know fire...well burns. I mean damn; foals know that shit, why don't you?" I felt small, I had no idea why as even on my haunches I was towering over the young lady before me.
"...Candle stick" I didn't understand, was this another insult? The mention of this did not sound insulting in any way, but it felt too abrupt coming out all a sudden not to be something directed at me. "I do not fol-"she shot in "My name you idiot, my names candle stick now stop staring." her face looked as the wood did, only charred in red rather than black.
"...this is where you say your name"
Ah of course...my name, my name.Name~ name...name. What was my name?
I flew around in a panic "My name! What's my name?" I felt lost, why didn't I have a name, was I not normal. If I didn't have a name I was a monster like the winged beast that attacked me before."Easy now calm calm" her voice had shifted to another tone, though it wavered with the finishing of each word. "We...we can get you a name ok? You're tall right?" well that was a stupid question to say the least, but I still believed it wasn't I who was tall but she who was short but I nodded in agreement to my companion. "I would say tree tops, but...you're not exactly green..." correct again "Slender... colt or mare?" I stared back blankly, she returning with a reaction of her own in the form of talking too quiet for me to hear. "Lets just go with Slendermane okay?". Yes let's, this was a name that felt right, I was normal now I had a name. But still I felt a slight intimidation at the sharp cone affixed to the child's forehead.
Though. I pondered, what if this was normal, I reached a hoof up to my own temple,rubbing around in search of something that odds were, would pierce the gentle flesh around the bottom of my leg,but alas found nothing but smooth fur. "You ain't a unicorn buddy." I...I guess I wasn't? Maybe? She seemed a lot more knowledgeable on the subject so I decided I would probe further.
After her lecture on the difference between unicorn, peagusi and earth ponies, and another one on the difference between a colt and a filly which seemed to brighten the fur bellow her eyes.
I gathered I was a earth pony, but lacking in a 'dick' and a 'slit' I had no clue into wether or not I was a colt or filly. She said "Meh your probably just a guy with a tiny dick" before erupting in laughter, I don't know what she was laughing about, but I felt rude not to join in.
"Oh...oh Celestia, you, I like sompony who can laugh at themselves." I noticed she was looking me over, this all of a sudden turning me sheepish, attempting to hide as much of my form as I can. "even if they look old enough to be my Dad..." the world fell damp, sounds muted. Colours followed.
"Shit...I'm sorry I have to go, I'll see you, tomorrow right; after school?" I guess she would, I think? It wasn't really a question more of a statement on her part so I cheerfully nodded "Yes" and was rewarded with a gleaming smile before she cantered off into the dark mass of buildings that was lain bellow the hill which I stood.
And I stood, waiting. Waiting for what felt like an age, the wood and fire eventually both dying in near unison, as the sun returned this time from behind me and the forrest. I continued my stand, as in great protest as the sun beamed over head, I was beginning to get hot but I waited, stalwart as the mount, waiting for Candlestick to return some flare into my life.
