Author's Note

Have some angst lmao

The dream

"So you're the fake-pegasus I heard about" The queen of the night said as she sat elegantly on her throne, a short pink unicorn with straight hair by her side looking at the earth pony with as much disgust as her. The earth pony gulped, his metal wings closing tightly in fear. The unicorn laughed at his pathetic position until the queen turned at her, causing her to stop with fear on her purple eyes. The queesn then turned back at the chained earth pony with the yellow visor and that weird dark grey soldier outfit with the black gloves. She forced herself not to laugh at it and spoke;

"..I'll allow you to have those.. wings since you somehow attached them to your spine.." The earth pony smiled in excitement "..But, you will not be allowed to become a guard, or do anything that involves flying or building any other wings. Do you understand?" His smile vanished after the words. It felt like the whole reason for his efforts were destroyed. He slowly bowed his head as quiet whispers came out;

"I understand, your highness," He took a shaky breath and spoke again "I will not fly..."

"Good," She said and gazed upon the pink unicorn. The blue one took the signal and cast a spell , the earth pony's cutiemark slowly got torn out as he stranied himself to not scream, a x sign replaced his winged wench cutiemark. She then opened the magical chains holding the earth pony down at a laying position. He shakily stood up, still bowing his head. "You may go now, Ohm... or should I say.. Vinethorn," Ohm Vinethorn cringed at his old name being told but said nothing. He slowly turned to the door and got into the corridors, guards staring at him in disgust, the talking behind his back. It was all too much...

"He's just an earth pony" One guard said, but instead of a manly voice. His voice was sounded more like.. her.

"Earth ponies belong to the ground" The same voice again.

"Stop.. Talking..." but his pleads didn't work. The voices echoed in the castle's walls.

earth pony

can't fly

go back to your farm

"STOP IT" his gloved hoofs pulled out his yellow mane. The casle became darker as the voices continued along. Tears came out from his visor as they got louder and louder and-

"NO" He sprung from his white bed, holding the blanket tightly. He quickly threw it off to look at his cutiemark, still there. "A dream..." He sniffed "It was a dream..."