The Angel with Black Wings

Panting, he rested letting himself to the ground, landing with his back on the soft grass a few metres away.  The tension in the crowd vanished, and a nice group shouting made that little cut on his shoulder stop hurting. He got his wound medicated with some bandages after a meet-up with the others to make the point. The wound was magically healed, so he could remove the bandages at the next day already. They decided to stay onward for the dragon. Normal life, but at least you know that you’re in danger. Black jumped on the highest pike of the pile to direct the operation and set up the ones without a home. He found himself really good at giving orders and organizing stuff.

He gave a temporary home at those who sadly lost it. His cut began hurting at night, while he was turning around in his huge bed in the academy to find a position. Phil was worried, reading his newspaper after all the rumble in the town. The night was quiet, he really needed to rest, so he fell asleep quickly. It might look stupid, but he loved having a huge bed. It’s weird to describe, but he just loved sleeping in huge spaces, for some reason. It might be the routine, neither he knows. The next day was marked with one of the most important meetings of his life. As he woke up, Phil was reading a letter, with a drawn stamp on the back, like an emblem. Now Black was curious <> Phil was worried, but he smiled to Black masking his emotions. <> Black ignored him to get to the town.

Everything was regular, the mayor took his place to maneuver the town. Everything was going back to normal, except for the houses, but the building site was already set up, so they’d recover the houses shortly. Nothing to do, so he kept where he left. Lying on a bench, in the park, looking at the sky. His tail falling off from the opposite side, and his head on his crossed legs. Right when he was about to fall asleep under the penumbra of the trees, he heard something whishing in the grass. He ignored it, it had to be an insect or any animal. In fact, he didn’t hear anything else. After a few minutes of complete relax, he opened his eyes after a long yawn. He saw somepony staring at him, joyfully smiling at him. Fear got him instantly, forcing him to scream while trying to get up from the bench.

The result was that his cranium crashed on the mare’s. They both fell to the ground, rolling and screaming in pain, holding their heads while crying. After drying up a few tears Black asked, still almost screaming <> The mare talked with a sweet voice, but sharp at the same time <> Black had a weird kind of fun arguing with her for a while, after finishing their energies by screaming and rolling, they both got up and sit on the bench. Still massaging his head, Black decided to ask her <> She turned around, smiling <> Black didn’t recognize her. He wanted to make a good impression so, he tried to remember.

A cerulean mane with two pink mashes was well combed, falling from a single side. A white horn was coming out of it. A shiny white coat, not as his when he won at Canterlot, but still. Her tail was kind of uncombed, but still not as Black’s. Her eyes were splendid. A mixture of blue and green. At the center, the cerulean part was expanding like a firework, slowly melting with green at the side. <> She became a little more serious, getting off the bench <> Black was of course against it <> She turned away, beginning to walk <> Black jumped off the bench too, reaching the mare. <>