I had gone to bed after a long night . After that, I felt the grass on my back. It felt like a nice pillow, I struggled to get my eyes open. My turned my head to my left. My arm was a grayish stub. I began to flail it around in shock, and it felt as if my hand had been chopped off. I looked at my other arm, it was also just a little stub. Looking down at the rest of my body, I was only half my original size, and I had a red colored tail. The connection that I was a pony finally hit me. I screamed, this was impossible. But then I realized this was some crazy lucid dream or something. So I decided to look at myself some more. I looked over at my cutie mark, which was 3 lightning bolts. Go figure, the only memory of being human I had was a fascination with the weather. Which probably meant I would be destined to be a weather pony. I felt something move from behind my back, I felt around with my hoof, I soon realized I was a Pegasus pony! Why, or rather how had this happened? Was this a dream? And also, where in Equestria am I?
I flopped over, and got myself up, I stumbled a bit, I was not used to four legs. I began to walk, however, I seemed to match a small child learning to walk for the first time. I got a pattern down and paced a little to get a feel for it. It took some practice, but in no time I started walking like a pro. I looked around my surroundings, this looked almost exactly like the real Equestria. I walked along a hill looking at my surroundings. I first saw the mountain Canterlot rested on, and right below the hill was the border of Ponyville. I obscured myself behind a nearby bush. Just so I didn't attract any attention to myself. I did in fact see a couple ponies out and about. It was still probably morning. The more I thought about it, the more I realized. This was amazing! I walked back down the hill and realized that I was a Pegasus pony, that meant I could fly, right? I chose to try it, unsure of the results. I began to spread my wings, and I began to ran. If this was a dream, I could fly in no time, right? "Well, you only live once." I muttered to myself. I ran faster and faster, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. And then, I began to flap my wings.
I began to take off, but soon after, stumbled. And fell on my back, hitting the ground so hard, it knocked the wind out of me. When I could breathe again, I worked my way up. The disappointment welled up inside me, but this wasn't right, if this was a dream wouldn't I be able to fly? The fact that this may not be a dream sent a shiver down my spine. I remembered that in lucid dreams your hands could pass through each other. So I slapped my left hoof with my right, they didn't pass through. At that moment, The world began to spin, this felt unreal. I could feel pain, my hooves could touch each other. I had one more test. I multiplied two times two. To my surprise, I could multiply just fine. I wasn't dreaming. This was real, so how did I get here? Just by luck? Or something else?
I was in Equestria, what brony wouldn't want this to happen? So at this point I felt like the luckiest man, or brony, alive. I took a deep breath of air, letting the cool air fill my lungs. The air was clean. Unlike air from Earth which was practically irradiated from all the crap humans put in the air. While thinking about these things. I spread my wings and took a good look at them. Had I done the impossible, entering this world? If I ever came back, would anyone believe me? These thoughts bounced around in my head. But then I thought, why in the hell would I go back to such a horrible life. My teachers hated me, my friends were beginning to leave me, my grades were terrible. This was my chance to make things right.
It was at the moment, because this seemed to be my new life now, I decided I wanted learn how to fly. I would be sure to find a way to get as far from Ponyville as possible. Just the fact of knowing that... Well, "somepony" could see me, doing something that I should have learned as a colt. So I walked about half a mile away, I was out of sight by a large hill. I used the best of my flying ability to make it on a branch. I never really knew anything about birds, but I sort of knew how owls learned to fly. Owlets learned to fly by jumping from branch to branch, slowly increasing the distance between branches. So, I would do the same until I got it. I got a good balance on the branch, spread my wings out, I jumped to the next closest one. The feeling that I was doing this alone filled me with excitement. I began to repeat this process for awhile. Branch to branch, branch to branch, eventually it came naturally and I could do it without even thinking about it. I decided to try flying again, I got a good grip, took a deep breath, and spread my wings. I jumped high into the sky and dove, not knowing what would happen. Time felt to come to almost a complete stop at the moment. My heart pounded out of my chest I let the wind rush past my face. A smile was forced on my face. Was this the life I now had?
