The Angel with Black Wings

“Dear Andershoof.

I got an offer to go to the Royal Eagles academy, which is one of the best I know. I directly knew the director, who told me he will think about everything. You won’t need to worry about me anymore, and soon I’ll be big enough to take care of myself. I just want to thank you for what you did for me. I really hope to see you again. In the mail, I included a module you need to read and sign. I will never forget you. Thanks.

                                                                                                                                       Black Angel”

A few days came and went, Black slept at the Andershoof's cousin's house while waiting for an answer, reading him, he was happy for the new opportunity, but his smile was once again frozen while reading the last lines. “Black, don’t feel bad for us. You know that when you’re bigger we won’t be recognized as your legal parents. This doesn’t mean we’ll stop loving you. Sadly, we’ll need to move from Canterlot for work. So, don’t expect to find us in the old 2-floors. We hope to meet you again, someday. It will be hard, because we can’t know each other’s address. Anyway, we’re happy for you and we hope you’ll make your dreams come true. Goodbye.

                                                                                                                                      The Andershoof”

Reading those words, Black felt a little strange. He loved his parents. How could him leave them now? He felt really weak. But it was his destiny: it’s true, the Andershoof had their own life, so Black tried to dry up his tears, and he accepted Phil’s (Cinder also liked to be called Phil, for some reason. Black liked that name though, in his opinion, Philip sounds better than Cinder) invitation, and hopping on a coach, they went to the academy. During the travel, Phil was talking about the school itself, with his rules and teachers. Not that Black was listening to him. He was, sometimes, focusing on the background he saw behind the glass, and sometimes watching at the other pony. A slightly old pony, with not many age marks on his body: he got just some white hair at the base of his faded mane - it was probably darker once, but now it was lighter. His coat was even fairer than his mane, it was almost white, but still gray. He was wearing his reading glasses behind his tough snout, even though he wasn’t reading the newspaper he had on the seat. His mane was well combed to the back of the head: he surely spent about ten minutes to make it.

His tail was a bit long, but it wasn’t combed as his mane: it was kinda wild. His cutie mark was a red flame with an orange atmosphere around it. They travelled for a bit less than ten minutes, like the driving ponies knew about Phil’s hurry. After a long yawn from Black, the coach stopped, and he was taken by amaze. A big, two floored white building rises, far from the town. He first saw the entrance. A big black door, surrounded by white walls and columns making the entrance look like a temple. Stairsteps of the same material heading to the door, and on top of them, two symmetrical golden eagles facing each other showing their wings stood menacing, Phil bumped his shoulder, and invited him in. They went in Phil’s office. They sit around a wooden desk. Many books were contained into libraries all over the room. Some photos on the wall, one on the desk and a window with grey curtains, blocking the sunlight. They talked about the school, then they made a tour around the academy. The lateral walls were kinda bare, if there weren’t security exits, lamps and some flowerbeds.

On the back, there was a training field, with every kind of tool you need, even a stockpile of clouds to use to make racetracks in the air. Some time passed away, and the first bell of the year rang. Black knew many other ponies, some kind ones, a lot that weren’t. They usually disliked him, because he had a single room, or he often went to the director’s room. They hated him especially because mares always looked at him. The ponies HE hated were usually the ones with rich parents, sometimes from Canterlot, they used to tease him, even because of the high notes he got and his impressive ability at flying.