Thank You, My Angel

Alrighty everyone, this is my very first fanfic, ever. EVER! Now, i'm not your fancy "perfect grammer, perfect spelling" writer, BUT, hey! Just enjoy it! =)

Though.....If you feel the need to criticize....-sigh- Alrighty, go ahead.

I don't take criticism "offensively". It just makes everything sound like homework, and that I have to fix this and that, and blah blah. It ruins the fun, know what I mean?

Of course, if you spot out some spelling error, or an apostraphe out of place, go ahead and let me know.

But if your going to lecture me about how to properly do everything by the book....

Please don't. I want writing to be fun for me, not a school lesson.

If you don't like my writing style, then i'm sorry, but I can't accomadate everyone's needs.

I have the next few chapters already written out, but the story itself isn't complete either!

But expect the next few chapters to be updated onto here very soon!

OK!! Onwards to the story! Please do enjoy, and take your time reading this!

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"Goodnight, sleep tight" I tell my son, as I'm about to turn off the lights and leave his room.

"Dad! Um...can you tell me a story?..." he said quickly before I left.

I give him a bit of a surprised look.

"A story?"

I said, puzzled. I shouldn't be surprised. Kids do ask for a story from you at one point, right? But, he's 8 years old, and never has asked for one, until now? Oh well. I slightly shrug off the thought, and start thinking.

"Hmm..."

I lay against the wall, beside his bed, looking at the small lamp on his little nightstand which lights up the room very dimly.

"Gimme a quick second, alright sport? I'm gonna go grab a chair."

He nods, and I begin my search for a chair throughout the house. As I check the living room for extra chairs, I start thinking of what kind of story a kid would like to listen to. Maybe the classic story of the 3 little pigs? Ah, i'm sure his teachers probably read him that a bunch of times....

Wow, I didn't think it'd be this hard to tell a story for a kid? Either that, or i'm just straight up getting too old to even remember stories anymore.

I let out a silent laugh to that thought.

I am 39 after all. As I start sinking more into my thoughts, the sound of a thud from a falling chair startles me out of my trance. I look at the spare chair which is laying down on the floor, and pick it up, carrying it back to my son's room. I place it down by his bed, sit on it and smile at him.

"Sorry little bud, got carried away into my thoughts a bit."

"Its okay dad."

He said, as he smiles back.

"Okay, so what kinda story are you looking for? One with dragons and an epic quest?"

I said, moving my arm across the air as if I were portraying that type of scene.

"That sounds awesome! But...no. I've played a lot of games like that already." He said, looking at the ceiling.

"Hmm...i'm stumped then."

"Come on dad, can you make one up? Pleeease? You never told me one before, I wanna hear what kind of stories you have to tell."

He said, giving me a face of almost excitement to hear what I have.

"Uh-....make one up?"

I asked, even more stumped than I was before.

"Erm...ok eh, lets see...There was a race car driver, and uhh...his favorite-"

He looks at me with a bit of disappointment.

"Oh come on Dad, you can do better, I know it."

Ok, so he's not that childish either. Haha... I keep forgetting he's not 4 years old anymore. Alrighty, come on, think think think. I'm not THAT old. Heck, I still laugh at peoples farts. I'm just as immature as my own son. I still have the imagination of a kid. I play video games, and watch cartoons. I still have the heart of a very happy, hyper little kid, all because of-....

I blankly stare at the wall, with slightly wide-opened eyes..

...remembering...that sweet, voice.

...her warm, gentle smile.

Her shy, but loving personality...

...I begin to see her face again..

...I begin to remember again, her soothing, sweet voice...

...I can almost hear her singing...

How could I forget, after all these years-

"Dad?? Are you alright?" His voice boomed over my daydream.

It actually felt like I was dreaming...

But, it wasn't a dream....

I remember now....

It was from a real memory...from a very long time ago...

"Dad, are you okay?" He asked a bit more worriedly.

I look at my son, gently rubbing my face from the glum look I was giving him.

"Sorry sport, I didn't creep you out, did I?"

"Oh, its okay Dad, you just had me real worried. You looked like you were almost going to cry." he replied.

Heh, I was..

....

I can't believe I let all these years make me forget about-....

As the memories come back to me....I suddenly feel a knot in my throat....

I swallowed hard to fight the knot, and then let out a soft cough to clear my throat.

We then silently look at each other for a few seconds.

I then pull a fake smile, gently rubbing my slightly teary eyes.

"Heheh, i'm alright son. Hey, I got a real great story to tell ya buddy! But, its a bit crazy."

I tell him in false tone of excitement, to make sure he doesn't worry about me.

"Awesome! Lemme hear it!" He says, sitting up on his bed from pure excitement.

"Haha, alrighty son."

I gently rub his soft, semi-curly hair and get in a comfortable position on this bulky chair, letting out a relaxed sigh.

I begin.

"This is a story, about a young boy, who was just about your age. He was a smart boy, a very smart boy, just like you. And you can bet he passed every test in school with flying colors! But no one really liked him, just because they thought he wasn't cool enough. They bullied him a lot in school...and his parents were always fighting and arguing with each other, most of the time taking it out on him....saying he was a waste of space, money...waste of air...and his father beating him almost everyday...."

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-33 years ago.-

Its night time, and I hear a very slurred speech, that of a drunken man. Screaming. Shouting at the top of his lungs from the kitchen, as I sit in my closet, trembling, holding my only precious plushie of a labrador puppy, gifted to me for my birthday by my grandma last year, before she passed away..

I barely make out the muffled, slurred words of my Dad from the kitchen.

"ITS....NOT MY FAULT.....YOUR PROBLEM!!..."

I hear the very loud sound of the television getting smashed on the hardwood floor from the living room, and a high pitched shriek from my mother.

"Kevin, WHAT is wrong with you?!"

They're arguing again...as always. I let out a fearful sigh, shaking in complete fear knowing whats likely to come next.

My father barges in my room, opens the closet door violently and I half gasp in complete fear as he picks me up like a worthless rag-doll.

"You...s-sorry piece of...crap."

He smacks me across the face with his hard, cold hand and lets out a cocky chuckle.

"You 6 year old.....w-worthless -hic- piece of garbage."

He looks at me as If I was roadkill, with a disgusted face, then abruptly screams

"DON'T LOOK AT ME!!"

I look away, completely frozen in fear and shock, as I feel the warm little stream of blood coming out from my nose.

He looks at me with that typical arrogant face..

"Clean yourself...-hic-...up...."

He shoves me into the bathroom, and locks the door from the otherside. I hug my plushie, lay down on my side on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, and think to myself. Just...why does this happen?..

Tonight was lucky though...I just only got a smack to the face...nothing more.

I let out a shaky sigh..

How much longer will I have to put up with this?...

Slowly as I ponder around my thoughts, everything starts to blackout, as I drift to sleep..

I wake up early in the morning, and get off the bathroom floor, letting out a painful moan, from both the smack on my face, and hard floor I had to sleep on...

I've had much worse days though...Ones where my father laughs like a hyena as he beats me...kicking me while i'm on the floor, almost passing out from all the blood I lost...

He even broke my ribs and arm one time...

I stop thinking of all the previous moments I had between my Dad and I...shivering a little bit from fear, just thinking about it.

I wash the dry blood off my mouth and chin. I look at the mirror, and say to myself..

"A-am....I really...worthless?"

I place my plushie down gently on the side of the sink, and stand there for a few minutes, thinking that question over and over....

...Am I?...

..I'm...worthless?..

..Am I different?..

..Is this..why nobody...likes me?...

Maybe this is why I get treated like scum...

Maybe i'm not normal...I-

The sound of the door knob turn snaps me out of it. The door opens, startling me for a second, thinking it could be my Dad again. Its just my Mother... I never thought I would be happy to see my mother.

"Pack your stuff up George, i'm done with his crap"

I look at her, and for the first time, I almost want to hug her for saying those words.

"Hurry up, damnit George!! Move it!"

She screams. I move quickly into my room, and put all my stuff into my backpack. I don't have much really....just about enough clothing to last me for a week, and my plushie...I give it a hug and take it with me as I leave the house.

"M-mom? Where are we going?" I said as I climb into the car.

"I dunno, somewhere. I guess your uncle Derricks house for a week or two. But we are not going back to this hell hole."

I put my seatbelt on, hold tightly to my plushie, and look out the window, up to the bright, orange-blue morning sky. I never remember seeing the sky this beautiful before...I'm always looking down at the ground...Into the grey, dull, cracked pavement.

After a 6 hour drive, we finally arrive to Uncle Derricks house. I take off my seatbelt, step outside of the car, and take a good look at the huge expanse of land and woods around his log cabin styled house. Only once have I been here, which was for Thanksgiving about a year ago, but now that I think about it, this is the only other house I've ever been into my entire life..

"Oh my god, guys its been so long!" Uncle Derrick rushes to us from the door and gives us both a big hug.

"Hi Derrick, hope you don't mind if we stay here for about ehh...few weeks?" said my mom.

"Few weeks?? Guys, please. Why don't you come on in and live with me? My friends finally moved out, leaving just exactly 2 rooms, one for each of ya!" Said Derrick with an ecstatic tone.

"Really? Wow Derrick, I owe you a HUGE, favor. Its not even funny." said my mom, followed by a sigh of relief.

"No problem at all! Haha. Uh...wheres um..y'know? Kevin?.." Asks Uncle Derrick quietly.

As they drift off into their conversation mumbling the rest away, I sit down with my plushie on the gravel road and look around, observing the large, immense view of pure land. No buildings. No other cars. No other houses. Its all gone. Just woods and plains. I hug my plushie tightly. Its the only thing I have left, and the only thing I actually feel comfort with...

I sigh, looking off into the distant, seemingly never-ending road, meeting with the blue sky at the horizon, which compliments the mountains in the distance very well.

Welcome...

To a new home I guess..

Its been a few days ever since we've moved here. Its very...quiet, unlike before. But my Mom still drinks and smokes as always.. I always try telling her that drinking and smoking is bad for her, but she always just pushes me away, telling me to scram, or beat it. Right now, i'm just sitting by the window, watching the trees dance in the wind with my plushie.

Talking to my plushie has been the only thing that kept me sane from all the...chaos that usually happens.

"Sometimes, I wish I could be a tree, so all I can do is dance, and enjoy the breeze." I said looking at it, thinking it would answer back. The thought of actually being a tree dancing in the wind just almost, almost makes me want to smile..but I can't. I just can't.

I'm worthless...I don't deserve anything-

"George?" said Uncle Derrick, interrupting my thoughts.

He's looking at me from the doorway.

"Y-yes Uncle Derrick?" I quickly reply.

He smiles and laughs lightly

"Just call me Uncle D lil' guy."

"Oh, uh...okay Uncle D."

He looks at me with curiousity.

"George, y'know you can watch t.v if you'd like?"

I turn around from the window instantly, looking at his face to see if he was serious. My father would KILL me if I ever even tried looking at the t.v

"Really Uncle D?"

"Haha! Come on kid, stop foolin' around and grab the remote. Here, go ahead lil guy." Says Uncle Derrick pointing at the tv in my room. He hands me the remote and leaves.

I thought this tv was his or something this entire time. I look at the remote, and have no idea what to do. This is the first time I ever held a tv remote in my hand.

After roughly 5 minutes of trying to figure out this darn thing, I learned how to turn the tv on/off, and how to switch from show to show. I'm in complete awe in how much there is to offer through this simple little box. I have my plushie sitting in my lap as we watch show after show, documentary after documentary.

No wonder Dad never wanted me to use the tv. This is amazing.

....

After a few seconds, I turn off the tv and sit down onto the floor, holding my plushie tightly, and stare at the wall.

I dont deserve this....i'm not worthy...

Not at all.

A few minutes later, i'm still sitting on the floor, and Uncle D comes in again.

"Kid. Come on, it kills me to see you bored like this."

He picks up the remote, turns on the tv, and switches the channel to a cartoon show.

"Egh! Oi, kid, watch this show, its all colorful, and happy and yadda yadda..." he gives me the remote again, walking off mumbling about how weird the cartoon was.

I sit up and look at the screen, and see that he was right. There was sure a ton of colors on this show. And its all bright and....like he said, happy. As the show ends the introduction, it shows the title "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic".

A show about...Ponies.

I sure do loves animals, but....this is a very, very strange show. I've never heard of "unicorns" or "pegasus" ponies. The sound of all this is making me very interested, so I sit there, and watch.

-1 month later-

Its been about a month that we've been here in Uncle Derricks house now, and i've thanked Uncle so many times for letting me watch t.v. That show, that certain show. My little Pony...They're just so...happy, and always smiling, and having fun.

Pinkie Pie always manages to actually make me laugh a little at times. Twilight is so very smart, I wish I could help her sometimes.. Applejack is so honest and nice, I would absolutely love to have her as a friend.. Rarity is real pretty and generous. Someone I would love to have as a friend aswell.. Rainbow Dash is really cool too, and is real awesome at flying. I wish she could teach me a thing or two about flying...

And even though Princess Luna can be a little scary, I would still like her to be my friend. And Celestia too.

Celestia has to be the nicest of all the ponies..I would love to be her friend.

And Fluttershy....she's so nice, and loving, and pretty...She loves animals just like me...

And very shy, like me..

..but what I admire about her the most, is her heart.

She may be shy, and quiet...but she has a very, huge heart..

I let out a sigh, finding myself thinking about all of this non-existent stuff again...Its not real. Magic doesn't exist, none of it does. Mom always tells me that... Its just a bunch of stupid nonsense.

Yet....I touch the tv screen, watching their happy faces laugh away, while I sit here, wondering why my life isn't like their life....

They wouldn't want to be my friend though....

I'm just a nobody. Nobody at all likes me..

I lay down onto my bed, tucking my plushie into the blankets, kissing it on its little plastic nose, and start to cry silently. I try closing my eyes, imagining myself in their world. Their world of smiles, friendship, and love.

Buts its too good to be true. I just keep crying, as I slowly fall asleep..

I abruptly wake up in the middle of the night to a sudden thud coming from the room next to mine. Mom's room to be exact. I hear a slurred type of speech again, except its my mom this time.

Is she drunk? Curiosity makes me get off my bed, and slowly walk to the door of her room in the hallway.

I can hear her muffled mumbling through the door, and barely make her words.

"Eh....damn it....WHO NEEDS YOU!!..."

I hear a glass bottle brake, followed by a very solid, floor-shaking thud. It sounded like she fell, so I quickly opened the door, finding her on the floor, passed out with what looked like foam coming out of her mouth, along what seemed to be almost like a circle of liquor drinks surrounding her, accommodated by a small plastic jar of pills flipped on its side, with all its contents spilled on the rug floor.

I panic and rush to Uncle Derricks room, waking him up.

"Uncle! Uncle! Mom is passed out on the floor!"

He quickly gets off his bed, running into my mom's room, and feels her wrist for a pulse.

"George, grab the phone and call 911, I think she-"

He looks at me, moving his mouth as if he wants to say something, but then shakes his head and says

"Just, go call the 911!"

I run to the living phone, and grab the phone, calling 911.

I'm literally shaking from pure panic, wondering whats going to happen now, as I wait for the operator to pick up.

A helicopter from the hospital finally arrived after half an hour, and the paramedics run inside, carry her onto the stretcher, then run back to the helicopter. It all seemed like in slow motion.... Seeing her motionless, sleeping body, laying on the stretcher...as they took her back to the helicopter...                                                                                                           The helicopter lifts off and goes away into the dark, cloud filled sky, disappearing in just a matter of seconds into the pitch black darkness, leaving a very faint flicker of the red and white lights.

I guess Mom is sick now...

Everyone is slowly going away from me. This all would've never happened if I didn't exist.

I am a waste of space...

I'm just nothing but a problem..

I fall to my knees, and cover my face, as I cry away..

"Come on George, its alright..."

Said Uncle Derrick. He pats my back gently.

"Its getting cold lil' guy, get inside, I don't want you to get sick."

I get up, slowly walk back inside the house, into my room.

I get back in bed, and stare at the ceiling, with a blank mind, wondering nothing but what next will go wrong.

Then, I start thinking of My Little Pony...how Pinkie pie would cheer me up if I was down. The thought slightly makes me feel better. Just better enough to go back to sleep....But only wishing even more that I could be happy like them...

-4 years later-

Uncle Derrick told me that Mom has been in the rehabilitation center ever since the incident happened. But...she...never came back...

I tried asking Uncle Derrick many times what happened to her, but it always turns his happy, radiant smile into a heartbreaking frown....So I don't ask him much about her anymore. I rarely even think about her anymore.

I think she left forever, because of me.....

I've been here with Uncle Derrick this whole time, and I'll tell you what though, he's the only person that has been atleast nice to me in my entire life. Him, and my grandma..

My Birthday is tomorrow, and i'm turning 10 now, but since Uncle Derrick is going to be gone working for the rest of the week, he actually is going to take me camping tonight, to make up for not being able to be home for my birthday.

Actually, for not being able to be at any of my birthdays...

He's always so busy with work, and never made it to my birthday for the past few years, but i'm real glad he can make it to this one.

"Ready for tonight's camp out lil' guy?" says Uncle Derrick

"I sure am Uncle D."

I don't know why he's so nice to me though...

I still don't deserve any of this...look at all the things that I've caused....I made Mom never come back....And because of that, I upset Uncle Derrick...

He should be mad at me...but I don't get it.

I let out a sigh, and go into my room, turning on the t.v, and sit down on the bed. I come across a very, very familiar show...

My Little Pony.

Its been a very long while since I last watched it, and I actually feel a bit excited to see it again. I thought the show ended after the third season, so I stopped watching it a while ago, but it looks like they made a few more seasons.

I watch Fluttershy trying to feed her pet bunny Angel, as the stubborn little fluffy ball of white refuses.

I laugh silently a little at the scene, and then I begin to daydream...

Fluttershy was always my favorite pony.. She's the sweetest, most loving one...and I don't like how some other ponies can be mean to her..

Agh, but listen to me, i'm whining about something that doesn't exist...But...

Something that I wish it existed, with such a passion...

...A very strong passion..

I look out the window and see the sun is beginning to set, as the moon prepares to take over for the night by starting to glow slightly.

Reminds me .... of Princess Luna.... and how its her job to raise the moon and stars, as Celestia brings down the Sun...I'd love to sit by them as they do all that.. That'd be great. No.

That'd be wonderful..

"Ohhhh lil' George?? Tiiiime to go camp!" I hear Uncle Derrick shout from the end of the hallway.

"I'm coming Uncle D!" I shout back.

I'm actually a bit excited about this. I wonder how this will go?

As we go outside, he gets in his car and organizes all our gear in it. All I can think of is that show now. Every time I watch it, I always get like this. But its just...I want to be happy like them..and be their friends.

Uncle Derrick starts the car, signaling me to hop in.

I get inside, put my seatbelt on, and pull out my plushie from my bag. Uncle Derrick gives me a look of curiosity.

"Y'know, i've been meaning to ask you. Whats with you and that toy?" he asks.

I get a little upset that he called it a 'toy' and respond to him in a slightly irritated tone

"Its not a toy, its a plushie, and I love it..."

Uncle Derrick gives me a puzzled look, but then lightly laughs.

"Heheh, just like how I loved my bike when I was a kid..."

I like his positive attitude about everything. Its much more easier to deal with, than my mom. Or even worse, my dad...

Uncle Derrick gets the car moving down the road, and we're off to the middle of the mountains now.

After a long hour that seemed like a day, we finally stop the car by the camping spot, start unpacking, and then stretch our legs and arms from the long trip.

I look around the area, noticing that we're pretty much surrounded by trees in the middle of a forest, and see that the "camping spot" is simply a small open ground with no tree branches above it, giving it a very open view of the sky.

"Aaahhhhh, I love this spot more than anything else in the world...Everyone I've took with me to camp here has experienced something nice. Including myself."

Said Uncle Derrick

"Something nice?" I respond

"Yup yup. This spot is perfect."

"What exactly happened here to you?" I ask.

"Ohh...Uhhhh, long story short, about 10-12 years-ish ago, I had alot of stress on me, and when I looked up at night, the beautiful view of the stars absolutely removed all my worries."

"That sounds really nice." I simply respond.

"You bet it is..." he said daydreaming.

He suddenly points to the sky. "Hey, look!"

"Not a cloud in sight! We'll get to see the beautiful view tonight." He said as he smiled.

I simply nod. I never really saw the stars before. The city lights always outshined their light as it radiated brightly, and the smog always blocked the view of the sky, only letting sunlight through during day, and reflecting the city lights back down during night, making it completely impossible to see anything from the night sky.

We setup the tent, and lay the sleeping bags down. He then starts stacking up the firewood and throws a match in, starting the campfire.

"Hey George. Turn around" said Uncle Derrick.

I turn around to find him holding a cupcake, and he gives it to me.

"Happy birthday kiddo" he said, patting my head.

I look at it for a few seconds, remembering about Pinkie Pie, and how she would've probably done the exact same...and probably throw a huge party too. I then realize that this, and my plushie are the only two gifts i've ever gotten. Ever.

"But, its not my birthday yet?" I respond to him.

He laughs wildly and slaps his knee.

"Ohhh boy, its like you've never had a birthday party."

Well....he's very right. I never did.

"Well, thank you Uncle D. Really. This is really nice."

"Don't sweat it, just enjoy."

He then layed down onto his sleeping bag, looking up towards the sky.

I look at the cupcake, smelling its sweet frosting, and then look at its color....which...reminds me a lot of...

Fluttershy...how her coat is the exact same yellow as the frosting.

I snap out of my constant daydreaming about the show, and finally take a bite out of it. I'm actually pretty surprised from the flavor. I never tasted something so sweet, yet delicious before.

I quickly eat the rest, and lay down on the sleeping bag, feeling very relaxed.

"I dunno about you lil' guy, but i'm gonna sleep now, I stayed up pretty late partying last night, hahaha. That, and I'll have to get some shut eye for tomorrow. G'night lil' guy"

Said Uncle Derrick. He crawls into the tent, and in just about a minute, he's already asleep. I could tell from the...very obnoxious snoring.

Its completely quiet now, and dark too. The campfire is the only thing giving light right now, and its just about to go out.

"I might aswell put it out." I said quietly to myself.

I put a bit of dirt on it, and the small fire quickly goes out, leaving me blind in the pitch black dark. I can see a little bit of the Ember, but its not enough.

After my eyes adjust to the darkness, I look at my forearms, seeing the skin reflecting a faint, yet bright white, with a hint of light blue.

I then remember about the stars Uncle told me about.

"Oh right, the stars." I said silently.

I look up...

... and I almost fall backwards from the stunning view.

.....

I've never seen anything like it before in my entire life..

With the ambient sounds of the crickets, and gentle winds, this was all so surreal.

I lay down on top of the sleeping bag, first admiring the beautiful full moon, as it shines proudly over the woods, glaring its soft light through the small gaps in the branches and leaves.

I then completely lose myself in the stars, loving every single inch of the beauty that i'm looking at..

..the White specs on the sky, almost touching each other, glowing fabulously in many different colors. Some shine greatly with a majestic white glow, while others flicker a small, yet beautiful bright blue, sometimes even red and yellow.. And they all are so unique.

"Princess Luna, this is so...so very beautiful....I can't tell you enough how pretty this is...." I said as I look to the sky.

I reach my hand out to the night sky...hoping that she'd hold my hand, and take me up with her....But then drop my hand, realizing its obviously not going to happen.

At this point, i'm not going to bother resisting the thoughts about My Little Pony..

I'd much rather daydream about being in there world, than to think about this cruel, twisted world...

After looking at the stars for countless hours, admiring its infinite beauty... a bright, quick light speeds across the sky, from left to right, in a beautiful, breathtaking, graceful form, almost as if was in slow motion. But it really only lasted about a second or two.

I gasp quietly.

"A shooting star?!"

I tried to say as quiet as possible, without waking up Uncle Derrick.

I remember reading about these in fairytales, but I never believed in them!

Wow....Can I...really make a.....Wish?

Well...I guess it wouldn't hurt to try?..

...Would it?

I look at the beautiful sky.....and close my eyes....

"Princess Luna...." I mindlessly said...

I think about what to wish, and then....

It comes straight to my mind.

"I wish, I could be happy....Like you, and Celestia, and Fluttershy, and everybody else....and to love, and share smiles just like you ponies...

I wish that I wouldn't have to fear my Dad coming back to beat me.....or to be made fun of from other kids, and bullied in the hallways of school all the time....

P-princess..."

At this point, i'm already whimpering, letting a few tears roll down my cheeks, and take a shaky breath in.

"...I j-just...want it t-to stop...please.."

...its all I want...

After a few minutes, I slowly wipe my tears away, looking at the beautiful night sky once more and slip into the warm sleeping bag, as the fresh beautiful night begins to gently blow its winds into my face, making the dry tears on my cheeks feel a little chilly. But the feeling was so calming, and the wind was not too strong, and not too weak. It was just... Perfect

...So perfect, that I almost believed for a second that someone was doing it to comfort me..

I begin to slowly fall into my slumber

...but....

Just before I begin to slip into my dream, I can swear, I heard someone talking....

A voice of a young lady....

Her tone was very royal, but at the same time, relaxing...

.....

"You will no longer have to suffer anymore, young one....

Under my wing, will no one harm you anymore."

......

It sounded very distant, and breathy, yet very calming...

But I couldn't wake to see who or what it was..

It reminds me of someone....

I just can't put my finger on it...

That voice was the last thing I heard, before the heavy weight of sleep once again gripped me, and dragged me into a quiet, peaceful slumber, as the ambient sounds of crickets and the wind fade away.

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I wake up feeling the fresh morning breeze blowing on my face, but still with the weight of tiredness on me.

I slowly open my very heavy eyelids, and yawn, stretching out in all directions. Barely managing to fight the insane drowsiness, I quietly say to myself

"Wow, that was such a great sleep...-yawn- I haven't slept like that in a very long time."

I'm still very groggy, and can't see that well. Everything is real blurry.

Not being able wait to tell Uncle Derrick about my night, I say

"Uncle D? You were right, this camping spot is really special."

No response..

"Uncle D?"

...

No response again. Strange, he's always the first to wake up.

"Uncle D, hellooo?"

I look around, but still with a bit of blurred vision.

"He must be really having the sleep of his life." I quietly mumble to myself.

As i'm about to get up off my sleeping bag and rub my eyes, the very same moment I put my right foot down on the ground, I hear a...

-clop-

"Did I just hear a...clop?.." I said outloud, somewhat hoping for a response.

I slowly put my other foot on the ground.

-clop-

There it goes again. I look around, but everything is still slightly blurry.

"Uhh...he-...hellooo? Is someone....or...some....horse... or ...something around here?"

I'm starting to think i'm hearing things....

Is there a pony around here?

Well, I am real groggy after all. I still feel as if i'm half asleep...

I feel like I should go back to sleep....but I should wake up Uncle D, he has to go to work now..

As I get up on my legs and try to stretch more, I suddenly start leaning forward and strangely lose balance.

"Whoa-"

I stumble, then instantly fall straight forward down, and barely make it in time to put my arms in front of my face to cushion my landing.

"Oomf!"

The fall almost knocked all my air out, but I manage to rollover to my back.

"Ok, very....unexpected..."

This time, I take it easy, and slowly at my own pace, get up. But then again at the very same moment I make contact with the ground

-clop-

"Ok, whats with the clopping sound?" I said outloud, to nobody in particular.

I'm actually getting a bit paranoid now. I can't stand up right, and i'm hearing clopping noises.

What is going on??

I start rubbing my eyes..

"Who's there?" I ask as I remove my hands from my eyes.

But, instead of hands in front of my face....I find myself looking at a pair of..

"HOOVES?!!"

I practically had a panic attack, and slung my arms behind my back, not believing what I just saw. After a short moment, I then calmly catch my breath, and quietly say

"Ok...i-its ok. I'm still sleepy right? Now i'm wide a-awake. So when I p-pull my hands back on front of my face, i'm going to s-see hands....right?"

I close my eyes, and countdown slowly...

"....f-five......four....."

I begin to bring my arms to my side, slowly making its way to the front of my face..

".....three......t-t-twwooooo......."

By now, I have my arms on front my face, but with my eyes closed shut.

"......One!!!"

...I then slowly open one eye....

"....Oh my go-"

I couldn't finish the sentence.

I sat still on the ground for a few moments, staring at the pair of light grey hooves, in the place of where my hands are suppose to be. My. Hands.

They're....hooves?

I'm just awestruck.

I stay there looking at them for a few more minutes, observing them more carefully. I then finally regain my train of thought.

I know what i'm looking at, i'm looking at hooves, yet my mind is refusing to believe so.

I gently touch the ground a few times with my right hoof, making a soft..

-clop-

....

-clop-

.....

-clop-

.....

-clop-

"S-so it was....me making the clopping noises?..."

I rub my hooves together, as I think..

"Yeah. Ok, what if I...."

I close my eyes and look away as I get ready to pinch my leg.

-pinch-

"OW! Ok, ok so this is not a dream... b-....but...I-...."

This was all too much for me to take in at once.

I still couldn't believe what I was seeing.....

I tilt my head to my left, and see from the corner of my eye, dark brown strands of straight, medium lengthed hair....um.... mane, hanging from my my head. I look behind me and see my tail that matches.

I sit there for another minute and then spot a small puddle. I then slowly get on my four legs, and slowly move towards the little puddle on the ground, wobbling as I attempt to "walk".

"Whoa....ok..."

I sit down on my rump, staring at the reflection.

"Wow..." I said breathily.

I find myself looking at a pony with a light grey coat, dark brown mane, and large slightly green eyes....except...

Thats....me....

I feel something on each side of my body moving...

I look to the side of my body and see...

"Wings? I'm a....p-pegasus too?"

Wow. Just.... How many times did I say wow by now?

I look at the puddle reflection once more, taking a last glance, looking at the fairly average sized wings. I move my ears around a bit, and wave my tail around. I make one last clopping noise on the ground....

...I'm a pony now.

A Pegasus.

Unbelievable. I must be dreaming.

Uncle D isn't here either.. I'm a pony...

As the massive amount of thoughts begin to swarm around my head, I snap out of it, and come back to my senses.

I need to focus..

One, strange thing though...

I look...older?

I'm...10 right? I'm not really sure anymore....I feel young, but not "young" young. More like....strangely almost grown up? Like around 20 years old?

I look at the puddle for one last time.

Yeah. I look...mature already?

Am I still a colt? No...I pretty much look like a full grown stallion...

And Strange...I can, think mature aswell?....and now that I mention it, even my voice sounds mature...

...But I still can't believe it though. I feel for a moment like i'm in a fantasy land. This all happened overnight? Its impossible...

As I argue with myself about whats going on, I then realize as I hear the wind blow the trees, that this isn't a fantasy. This is more than just a fantasy. I think i'm in....

Equestria?..

Can it be..? I don't understand..

...I'm not sure. But what I do know for sure is that..

This is real..

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