Author's Note
- It's a translate made by me from my own original story. It have some bugs and mistakes, possibly not really right used sentences, but I hope you like the story.
Demicorn without the sky
Demicorn without the sky
The story of the demicorn-healer, whose choice was between freedom in the sky and heaven in the heart.
Already the second flight exam was unsuccessful. A young scarlet-colored demicorn with a mane of tender color of cactus petals gathered in a bundle, with alternating strands of a light pink hue, briskly walked along a corridor dotted with spots of light from a bend. No, it could not be said that this failure upset her very much. She liked the sky and liked to sit on a high ledge, closing her eyes and feeling the wind on her face, imagining herself in flight. That's just, the flight itself did not work out. The wings seemed not to want to push off from the air, letting it pass under the membranes. The stiffening ribs turned out and did not obey it as precisely as other students did.
“Did the flight ends again with a successful kiss on the ground?” Giggled a little younger than her demicorn, catching up with green. “You are just heavy, so heavy that having dressed artifacts, you will need greave to walk on the stone, otherwise they will not stand you.”
“Arcuare, you are rude.” The greenish little demo answered quietly, stopping and looking at her friend with swampy greenish eyes. "The mentor told you that doing so is bad."
“And Mentor Caldary said I could.” It will make you try harder. Arcuare stuck out her tongue and turned into a side door. At the time of flight training, their rooms were there, not far from the flight site. You could only enter and leave them by showing your bracelet to the artifact in the wall. The metal door with a quiet rustle closed behind the snapper and the green demo door was left alone.
“It's rude anyway. And insulting... and rude..." From the good mood there was no trace. She stubbornly stopped at her door, not daring to open it. She did not want to be far from friends. She did not like the new mentors, especially the eldest of them. She never praised her for success, but always reminded her of mistakes. Another, younger and of an amazing violet color, at first terribly scared her. The mentor of Tristi Tia, who had unusual completely black eyes, in the center of which orange small pupils flickered, shocked everyone who met her for the first time. Young demicorn was no exception.
* * *
“You are Orum. Nice to meet you, my new... student..." A tall demicorn spoke a little hissing and a little stretching the words, and named herself, grinding her bone spikes on the floor. Her name was drowned in the heart-rending cry of a young demicorn filly who tried to run into the opening that was closing behind. The mentor stood still and did not move, for a while, watching the young demicorn trying to open the entrance to the room with claws on its wings, turning and screaming again. In the end, the foal got it. Touching the protrusion on the wall with a bracelet, she whisked into the narrow gap under the door, not waiting for it to rise completely. A thin ponytail with a small brush darted after it, almost finding itself pressed down by a heavy steel plate. Noticing this or simply not wanting to end the acquaintance so quickly, the mentor picked up the door panel with a claw on the wing and slowly lifted it up, causing another ringing scream.
"Darkling [another name of the somnamorphs creatures] in my room !!! Save me no matter who you are !! Tristi mentor!" The foal was sitting in the upper corner of the room, clutching its claws on its wings to the uneven surface of the walls and ceiling. "Go away, darkling! I... I... I will start to cry! Now my mentor will come and she will drive you away... really..."
The foal sobbed subtly, and pressed into the corner harder, noticing how the purple demicorn calmly entered, easily letting go of the heavy door behind her. The thunderous blow of iron on the stone, confirmed Orum's fears, the exit, and so blocked by a demicorn with black frightening eyes, was also locked.
"Do not eat meeeeeeeee..." The foal squeaked subtly and collapsed from the ceiling onto the bed, huddled in pillows stuffed with straw and pleasant to smell herbs.
“They already told you about the darklings. It's good. Arrange the test. What do you know about how to identify an insidious darkling trying to steal a foal?" Violet demicorn gazed steadily at trying to hide among the pillows of Orum. In addition to the blade-horn towering above them, two greenish eyes flickered dimly in the shadow between the pillows. It was not necessary to have special observation to see genuine horror in them and at the same time a misunderstanding of why this question is asked at all if they are going to kidnap and eat.
“They have different eyes.” A green hoof popped out and pointed to a mentor.
She nodded and the foal squeaked again, hiding in the grief from the pillows, as if they were the walls of the castle.
“Sharp fangs are visible when they smile ...” The foal spoke not too confidently and covered her eyes with wings, noticing rows of sharp fangs between the mentor's lips. True, they were not paired, rather each tooth ended with a sharp edge, about the same size, but that was enough.
"Fine, but what is the most important?" The purple demicorn raised its wings slightly, casting a dull shadow on the wall.
"On... on.... they don’t have a watch..." The foal carefully stuck its face out from under the wings, hearing a rustling, but no sound of steps. So the monster was still standing, for some reason asking questions. Green eyes slid over a formidable standing figure and settled on a peacefully ticking limiter. "Y... You have a watch..."
"At last." The mentor lowered her wings and leaned over to the young hymenopteran demicorn who was still trembling and hiding in the pillows. “I'm a mentor to Tristi Tia. Nice to meet you, Orum. Again. But for the future, if you think that darkling has penetrated this impregnable place, break one of the stones in your bracelet. So I and other mentors will understand who the trouble was and will come to the rescue. Good?"
“Aren't you really darkling? You have... fangs and eyes... very scary. Sorry..." Little demicorn incredulously stared at the hoof extended to her. A violet skin was pulled together by a steel bracelet, converging into an openwork beak, in the center of which a rainbow crystal glowed dimly and poured. It was the same on another hoof. A little higher, a few massive, like shackles, artifacts were connected by two angled planks, the tips of which were fastened together by moving disks. From one of them, a chain hung down, the lower links of which clung to the floor. The mentor’s chest was partially covered by light armor, empty holes in which were supposed to be under additional, apparently temporarily removed, parts. The foal tilted its face to the side, trying to consider another feature. A rather long tail, covered with rows of spikes, converging into a narrow arrow with a tassel tucked and compressed by several rings, was visible in the shadow. It also had artifacts. From simple symbol-coated rings to sturdy and massive bracelets. The hind hooves were dressed in greaves, the grooves of which sparkled with emerald stones. Above, a delimiter flickered with two characters, the meaning of which Orum did not know. The dream of every foal. From time to time, a silver triangle was laid out in a star and gathered back, changing the position of the main symbols, forever knocked out in metal.
"It's my pleasure. It's nice that the foals at least have something to say about darklings. But it is bad that the horror in front of them does not allow them to act correctly." - Tristi Tia sighed and without waiting for the foal's first steps, she simply pulled that telekinesis out of the pillows. A muffled screech filled the room. “Well, what about this time?”
“You are scaaaaarrryyy...” Orum blinked several times and fell silent, finding herself a muzzle towards the muzzle with the mentor who caught her. "Really."
"Oh, Scarlet, and they still asked me why I do not want to be a mentor and until the last pull with a choice." A purple hoof covered her face and Tristi sighed again. "Let's make an agreement. You do not peep. Do not yell. You are not trying to enter the closed door, and this is not possible for many reasons, some of which will be difficult for you to understand. You do not climb the ceiling. This is not appropriate. And I teach you to fly and do many other things that you need to be able to do in your... hmm... how old are you anyway?"
The foal lifted up the hoof with a small bracelet. He was a little shabby, but the stones in it were new. In the largest of them, one character was dimly displayed.
"The sixth generation. Foal. There is no artifact. Last Day of the Foals. Well, great." - Telekinesis abruptly released the green little demicorn on a pile of pillows. “And what should I do with you? I asked a filly, with at least two artifacts. You're ... petty too little at all. You don’t even have a mark of talent."
Orum sniffed.
"Uuuuunyayaya ... I want baaaack! You are scary and drop me!" A note of resentment was heard in the voice and the purple demicorn stared at this green creature in surprise. “You are ... officially bad!!”
The owner of black, almost bottomless eyes snorted. A foal standing on rickety pillows poked a hoof in her direction and called her bad. It looked so funny that Tristi could hardly restrain her laughter when the baby began to cry resentfully.
* * *
The door rose with a rustle. A mentor came into the room, immediately noticing the sadness on the face of her student, who had become a little older since their first meeting. She saw how she had planned hard, could not hold herself in the air and fell on her face in the face, fingering her fettered hooves. Several dusty stripes remained on the green fur. Orum didn't care about them.
"It doesn’t work out for me." The young demicorn spoke quietly, knowing who was standing behind her. "Mentor Tristi? What's wrong? And my mark of talent, many look at her and shake their heads. It’s like something bad. It either appears or fades and is almost lost on the fur."
“You choose the path. This is normal at your age." The dark wing pressed the green little demicorn to her mentor. "Do not worry, choose an artifact with your heart. Do not be afraid of the response of magic, let it flow through yourself and your choice will be correct."
"Same as you?"
“I hope not so. He was already with me." Violet sighed and sat down by the bed, waiting for the foal to climb there and settle among the pillows. "Listen. Once upon a time, our race made a mistake. No one knows which one. Except perhaps Scarlet or her closest adviser, the head of the first generation, Muscipula. Remember? She is the demicorn part of the face of which is the moving mag-mechanisms."
The foal swallowed and nodded, confirming that she remembered that one perfectly. The head of the first generation was hard to forget. When she spoke, part of the muzzle clicked and moved in dozens of gears, simultaneously moving a massive steel jaw. From this it seemed as if she was minting every word, piercingly peering with an artificial eye to the very heart. She was always among the demicorn having the rank of first, second and, very rarely, third generation. She did not even consider the others worthy of attention, which is why foals and adolescents not so rarely received a tangible blow by telekinesis, being in her way.
"So. Having made this mistake, we fell asleep. Many years and many centuries passed until the consequences of this error disappeared from the surface of this world. Our goddess breathed in us part of her strength, but at the same time, in each of the first generations, a fragment of memory was awakened. You probably don’t remember, and it doesn’t matter how, when you woke up, you swallowed a small tear of our goddess. Scarlet moon." - Tristi became silent.
“I know that, they told us a little. This will make our hearts stronger and prevent bad things from happening." - The foal impatiently pulled the thoughtful mentor by the brush. "Why do you have such eyes? Is it because of talent? And if I have such a talent, will my eyes also become like that? Or they will be completely green ... oooh that would be so interesting."
The dark-eyed one smiled and knocked over the foal on its side with a slight movement of the hoof, licking one in the nose.
“No, silly, you're from the sixth generation. I am from the third. In demicorns like me, more often than not, something called the clan legacy appears. That is why I was not allowed to be a mentor for a long time, and then I didn’t want to." She tugged at the laughing little demicorn with the tips of claws on the wings. “You won’t have that. But if you become a technomage, I will share a lot with you from what I know. Truth."
"Goooooood, just don't tickle! My little giggles are jumping inside ... well, please, Tristi Tiaaaaa."
* * *
The day of confirmation of talent has come. The foals who came to the ceremony were of different ages. Some of them already almost showed their cutiemark, others were awaiting her awakening during the ceremony, fearing that their expectations would not come true and would have to wait again.
Orum stood in the hall. On a stone pedestal lay artifacts. Some were old, others were newer. Still others for some reason aroused horror in the foal and she wanted to stand away from them. Muscipula noticed how the foal moved to the side and smiled predatorily.
"Are you afraid? That's good ... make your choice right. Your life will change when you finally choose an artifact and magic will allow your talent to mark ... khrrr ... you forever." - Muscipula covered her living eye, continuing to peer with a sparkling orb eye, with plates of crystal and strong minerals moving inside.
Swallowing, Orum held out a hoof, taking a small pendant in the shape of a jug from a stone. He flashed and burned the hip little demicorn. A leg cramped as if from long training in those heavy chains, gathering goosebumps where the contours of her future fate were dimly visible.
"The choice is made. Marked with a petal, you will be a healer." - Crunched Muscipula. On the faces of others in the hall was visible both joy and confusion. Standing in the shadow of the columns of Tristi sighed, and silently left the ceremony without waiting for the end.
Orum caught up with her only at the turn, trying to keep her wings higher, showing her cutiemark.
"Mentor! I have a mark of talent! I have! Will we go flying again?" - The foal almost bounced around the purple demicorn, until she noticed that she was looking at her with some sadness. - "What happened ... mentor?"
“I will not teach you how to fly. The sky is closed to you forever. You heard the head of the first generation, you are a healer. Your wings will not feel the wind beneath you and will not lift you above the clouds." With these words, she left the amazed and confused Orum alone.
"There will be no sky... there will be... no flights..." - She barely audibly repeated, trying to understand what the mentor said. Tears flowed down her greenish cheeks and fell to the dusty floor. "How... well... so... Why?"
* * *
Tristi Tia stood by a stone hollow column from which muffled sounds came. Sometimes, it seemed to her that someone was sobbing there or quietly scratching his hoof on the surface, but she reassured herself, convincingly doing the opposite. A whole bunch of artifacts, special mechanisms and interconnected crystals were combined into a single design of a recreational sarcophagus, working, compressing magic and making many tenacious manipulators move inside it.
“Master Tristi Tia?” Are you checking out? Everything works perfectly, do not worry. Your magic distribution patterns between camera parts work flawlessly." A gray-colored demicorn with a mane of greenish copper stood nearby. “I heard you checked each of them more than ten times.”
“I'm not because of them. How is Orum? It's already the eleventh year that she has been turning to a doctor and ... I never met her after she received her mark of talent." - coolly responded master Tristi.
“Ah, you were her mentor. Sorry to be her mentor. You know, she refused at first. But she had no choice. Orum's flight data was always the worst among other foals, it was predictable. Now she feels great. Some artifacts teach her in a dream, another tracks the process of implanting magic-focusing elements in her membranes." Demicorn smiled and pressed a pair of protrusions next to the sarcophagus with her hoof. " Yes. At the moment, her body is accepting one hundred and seventh of them. When she grows up, they will be located a little further apart, but at first she should not strain her wings. Do you understand?"
Tristi nodded slowly. Before her, in the shimmering scarlet water, was her apprentice. She did not see her, but she clearly imagined. After all, a recreational sarcophagus is her creation, which allowed doctors to reveal their full potential, implanting magic amplifiers in their bodies, linking them with compensation crystals and a special set of artifacts. Taking away the sky. The very opportunity to ever fly. Pay for, not so common among demicorn, a gift.
Several months passed before the stronger Orum left the wing of the hospital and slowly walked down the corridor to her. Now her house will be a room at the intersection of several aisles. Where she can quickly get to any wounded, if this happens. She opened the door and out of the corner of her eye she noticed a violet figure quietly standing in the distance.
-"You? Why didn’t you say? You already knew ... then?" - Orum's voice, weaned from the conversation, was a little hoarse.
"Sweetie..."
“Don't call me that ... they took my sky away. These things took my sky away!" - Green, which became a little more saturated with color, the demicorn opened a wing, the membranes of which pierced many dozens of flat artifacts with a through hole. Greenish magic flashed and wandered there, reflected in Orum's eyes. "I can never fly! And you ... just left. Left me alone! You didn’t even come when they put me in this ... thing!"
“I was there...” the dark-eyed mentor answered quietly.
"To check if the camera you created works! So that my body does not decay from the parts of artifacts implanted into it! Just for that! Technomage..." - Orum stamped her hoof, folding her wing. “Can you take all this out of me? Yes?"
"This is irreversible. If it calms you, you would not be able to fly anyway." Tristi Tia shook her face. “Your talent is to be what you have become. The choice is made."
"I hate you! I hate this choice!" - The door closed in front of a mentor who took a step to the young demicorn. Tisti leaned her forehead against the cold surface and, closing her eyes, listened to the groans of her student turning into sobs.
* * *
Several seasons of flowering lanu'ri threes have passed. Orum strolled along the northern borders of the forts line, enjoying the fresh wind with the aroma of only blooming copper flowers. The cliffs met her with familiar paths and gorges in which she trained her wings. Deprived of the sky, she could not refuse to blow the wind in her face, and now she stood on a ledge, spreading her wings and imagining herself in flight. She became a little older. On the hoof was one of the telekinesis artifacts, and on the other, a pair of bracelets from which two fragments of a chain hung. The healer’s necklace turned green on the chest with a translucent stone, cooling the fur and beating in time with the beat of magic pulsating in her blood. A crunch of falling stones and someone's moan distracted her from pleasant sensations.
Down below, on a steep cliff, under a small visor from displaced rock, an unusual foal lay. The tail was without thorns and scattered into separate strands. There were no bladed horns on the forehead and the ears were somehow soft, devoid of membranes. And the wings... turned out somewhat uncomfortably, they were covered with feathers of a bluish hue, although a reddish color appeared between them. The foal moaned again. Stepping closer, Orum looked into half-closed eyes and changed her mind. It was not a demicorn. And he was not a foal. The flank of this stranger was decorated with a cutiemark in the form of a cloud waving by a tornado.
"Who are you?" She grabbed a wand with telekinesis and gently poked a pony in his hoof.
"Pegasus... the city of Free Cloud. Help me... my wings..." A slightly gruff voice sounded barely audible through heavy breathing. "Horrible mountains..."
"This is my home, don’t speak badly about it, or else... I will poke you with a branch again." - Orum responded resentfully and continued to consider herself called "Pegasus." "Your wings are uncomfortably folded."
“You stupid no-understand-who ... They... bro-ken...” Pegasus coughed and squeezed his hooves, while closing his eyes and feeling how unconsciousness enveloped him and carried him away.
He was awakened by the smell of fresh fruit and the coolness of a hoof. Stirring, he felt a dull pain in his wings, but not so strong. Pegasus opened his eyes and stared at the chain running from his legs.
“Hit me with a rainbow ...” He whispered, realizing that he had been chained.
“She's not here, but if you want, I can try to get her. Although I do not think that they will give me such an artifact. There are quite a few of them." The voice came with a slight echo, which happens only in caves. The creature who found him was sitting against the wall, biting off pieces of half-fruit. "Eat it. Pegasus, after all, eat fruit?"
"Are eating. If they are not chained to... the floor." - Pegasus yanked the chain, making sure of its strength and weight. "Why is this?"
"You're unusual. You have uncomfortable wings. They stuck wrong and I fixed it." - The green demicorn bit off another piece of fruit. “Do you feel better?”
"Fixed broken wings. Good joke." - Pegasus muttered, but still reached for a piece of the offered treats. It turned out to be tastier than he thought, and soon only seeds and a couple of cuttings with leaves remained from the fruits. "So, I'm a prisoner, I can’t fly and..."
"You can fly? With such wings?" It seems the one who captivated him was genuinely surprised. "The wings should be large and leathery."
She opened the wing, demonstrating its scope. The rays of the sun peering into the cave reflected off artifacts in the membranes and scattered a scattering of sunbeams on the floor.
"Are you a dragon?" Pegasus stared incredulously at the metal discs with holes, wondering how it was possible to fly with such wings.
"No. I am a demicorn. Orum, my name is that. And you?" A greenish hoof jabbed toward Pegasus.
"I'm Pegasus. Tornado Cloud or simply a Tornado." He got up, feeling a slight surge of strength, despite the aching hoof. “Will you let me go?”
The green-eyed demicorn tilted her head to the side.
"No."
"No?!" - Tornado choked on such a direct answer. “Am I still a prisoner?”
“You cannot fly away. On foot you will walk for a long time. Below, if you do not meet the guards, you will fall into the underground creatures. They are scary and powerful. If I let you go, you will perish." She answered with a smile. “I want to leave you here.”
“Then take me to the doctor or ... who is treating you.” Pegasus winced, hitting the wounded wing of the wall.
“You don't have to go anywhere. I can treat. You will be my secret from a mentor!" A spark of excitement lit up in the eyes of Orum, completely unlike the unsuccessful flyer. “I will treat you by coming here. So my magic will become stronger. And you will be my pet."
With these words, two wings lay on the Pegasus trying to escape, pressing its weight on the floor. Several times he tried to kick the creature that took him into captivity, but something invisible held his hooves tightly in place.
He was enveloped in warmth permeating his entire essence, making him feel like life was flowing in him, concentrating around the wounds and healing them. The Tornado flinched and fainted when a part of the bone returned with a click into place, fusing with the others.
* * *
She was tracked already on the fifth day. The mentor and two demicorn warriors met Orum at the cave with her secret. The rust-colored demicorn looked grimly at the teenage healer, who was chilled with terror. The cave was quiet and only the breeze slowly rolled two bluish feathers.
"Tornado..."
"Well. Now we know his name. Orum, do you remember the ban on strangers. You are a healer, the loss of a healer for the demicorns is not permissible. What if he brought others? What if he turned out to be one of those creatures that take on someone else's appearance?" Mentor loudly scolded the green pony. “Thanks to mentor Aliquem, on whose advice guards are assigned to each of the healers for their safety. Otherwise, it could..."
"This is my... pet !!! He is a pegasus and flies! I fly his wings once... now it's my magic! You already took my sky!" Squinted, screaming Orum, interrupting the mentor and making the guards look at each other. "Give back my sky!!"
A quick movement, a swift swing of the bone tail, entwined around the neck of a young demicorn. Sharp spikes slipped dangerously close to the greenish fur, silencing it and swallowing a lump in the throat.
"Do not dare. To raise. Voice. Sixth generation." The mentor, who appeared nearby, hissed in Orum's ear. “But ... since you still chained him and this is your first offense, I will let you leave him. Fortunately for you, he was not one of those creatures from the old tunnels. We checked it right away. But then he..."
Caldary whispered a few words and the green eyes of the healer opened wide.
She stood for some time, recovering from a meeting with a mentor, until the blue feathers on the stone pulled her out of a stupor. Carefully stepping she went into the cave. Pegasus lay against the wall. The sides rising and falling heavily trembled, betraying his restless sleep. A few crushed berries lay on the stone floor. Orum immediately recognized these fruits, they were loved to eat demicorn returned from patrol through the underpasses and caverns. Causing a dream, they allowed those who ate them to gain strength, but Orum was not sure why they fed the blue flyer. Stepping closer, she spread her wings and pressed their membranes to the sleeping one.
He had a dream in which he flew over the clouds and multicolored Pegasus galloped on them. Their houses were made of clouds, and rainbows shone between them, bathing in which you could temporarily become rainbow. The wind ruffled the light weathervanes and played with flags. And he flew over them, casting a shadow, for some reason resembling webbed wings.
"It seems to me they were not welcome. She came here like you, just not talkative. She pressed me to the wall and for a long time examined something in the stone on this bracelet." Heard a sleepy voice waking up Pegasus. "And then she stuck the berries in my mouth and threw them to the floor. Do you have all of these or is this an exception?"
"The mentor was mad. I broke the rules." Young demicorn telekinesis opened the wing of the Pegasus and looked puzzled, as it is folding back. Having done the same with the other wing, she nodded satisfactorily. “Just a couple of days and they will be fine.”
"I tell you they ... what?" Tornado fluttered his wing, and that, although it showed weakness, developed and opened at his request. "But... they were..."
He stared at the demicorn sitting by the stone, thoughtfully rolling the nut, as if not daring to open it or forgetting about it at all.
"Broken yes. This is not difficult to fix if you immediately put the fragments together. I was taught this. When I treated you, you were sleeping and your dreams were about heaven. I will not have it." There was bitterness in the green pony's voice.
Pegasus got up and walked a little limp closer as far as the chain was enough.
"I don't understand."
“Heaven, it was given for the sake of...” Suddenly she threw the nut away and found herself next to the dumbfounded Pegasus. Strong wings squeezed him, pouring a stream of heat into him, as if he were under the rays of the sun. "... those who can fly. Those who fly better than me and cannot live without heaven. In exchange for the opportunity to return it to them. And you. You will be my sky!"
"P-p-let it go!" Pegasus squeaked, feeling as the bracelet is unfastened on his hoof and falls on a stone floor.
The membranes bent, pushing the tornado away from the demicorn. Pegasus hovered above the ground, measuredly flapping its wings, surprised at the new sensations of unusual strength in them and freshness. The green pony swayed. A burgundy-greenish smoke poured from the holes on the wings, creeping around her hooves and penetrating the cracks on the floor. Having noisily sucked in air, she coughed.
"Fly away. The mentor will come tomorrow and you will forget everything... about the mountains, about flight and the house. But your dreams... I would like to fly above the clouds." She struck a stream of wind into the chest of the Tornado, almost throwing him out of the cave.
"But..."
"Fly away! Everyone already knows that the chain is off. You let me know what my gift is for, no more is needed. Get out into your sky!" The stone in the necklace on her chest cracked and sprinkled emerald crumbs on the floor. The eyes of the demikorn turned haze, becoming ashen.
The feathers rustled in the silence of the night, and against the background of the moon the figure of a gaining height Pegasus darkened.
“And take my dream of heaven with you...” She added quietly, settling and leaning on a stone.
* * *
She was sitting on a rock. Light from compensatory crystals in the greaves radiated around her with a jagged halo. She sat looking into the distance, where the sky merged with the earth in a bluish haze. Clouds floated there, and among them, perhaps, one Pegasus that she met was still flying. His desire for heaven, gave understanding, for which her gift existed. The dream that he had dreamed awakened her magic and allowed it to merge with the artifacts covering the wings, making them the vehicles of healing power. She clutched a hoof to her chest, covering them with a very expensive item.
"Do you think he will fly back?" The purple mentor stood next to her.
"No. It’s enough for me to know that the sky has returned to him." - Smiling green demicorn answered.
"Caldary... was then unhappy and remembers your act."
“I'm a full grown up Healer now. We are few, her words are not important to me. Especially now." The surviving exhaustion demicorn seemed older.
Tristi Tia sighed, remembering that day. She and Caldary found Orum in the cave, with blackened eyes from a magical blow, losing strength and squeezing three blue feathers in its hooves. A few months in a recreational chamber, it was exactly what was required to return the student to consciousness. And a lot of time before she could again use artifacts that became one with her. For long days, she sat in the observation rooms, peering at the students to fly foals with a blank expression on her face, ignoring everything that was around her. Until one of them fell, tearing off the ledge, and did not cry.
Only then, Orum slowly got up and went up to him, beginning to treat his abrasions, whispering soothing words. From that day she went on the mend. Always, before proceeding with the treatment, she touched the hoof to the bottle hanging on the cord with three blue feathers in it. "I will return the sky to you," she said smiling, and at that moment the crystals on her greaves took away all the pain of the wounds through artifacts on the wings, giving healing in return.
"Have you put up?" - Three Tia squinted her black eyes and the pupils in them flashed dimly.
"No. I just gave my sky to others." - Droplets of tears sparkled in the greenish eyes. "You were right, I still flew badly..."
* * * The End of Story * * *
