But even that could only last so long.
Its a bit scary when I think about it. What creature could have done this? Or was it a decision made by our ancestors as a whole? It doesn't matter in the end though. Then end result could only last so long. Nothing is infinitely expandable, especially when it is confined by limits.
What is it I speak of you ask? Simple, dear reader, that which I speak of is Magic. Do not be fooled, you read that right, Magic. No I am not some medieval age wizard or some modern day mad man. I'm just your average everyday human, same as yourself.
I could be anyone actually, just look around you while you take a walk through your home town or city. For I needed to be neither special nor lucky to learn what I have. What happened was not a question of 'if', but 'when'. And I have a feeling I'm not the only one either, neither the first nor the last to have this happen to them.
In a way, we are all blind to the truth. More specifically, it has been hidden from us. For what reason or purpose I do not know. Each and every human, every single one of us, from the moment we are born, till the day we die, we are actually ponies. Confused? So was I at first.
There is indeed magic in our world. For the simplest description I can give you of it, from what little of it I've come to understand on my own, its a lot like the "Force" from Star Wars. It is a kind of energy generated by all living things.
The reason no one normally notices magic, the way it has been hidden from us, and the way our true nature has been hidden from us are all one in the same. All the magic being generated is siphoned into one great big spell. This spell affects every single person on the planet. It is a glamour spell of incredible scope and depth.
If we are ponies, and this glamour spell only makes it so we see what we would like like as humans, how come we can do things ponies shouldn't be able to do? The same glamour spell. How it does what it does is currently beyond me. My best guess thus far? Magic does not give a damn. It does what it wants.
When I say we are all actually ponies, I do not mean we are simply a small horse. To compare our true selves to horses is the same as comparing our glamoured selves to primates. Oddly enough, we very much resemble those ponies from the show, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Though the similarities stop there.
Where the land from said show is filled with ponies of the Earth, Sky, and Magic. Our world, at first glance, seems only populated with earth ponies. Were this the case, I would not have even bothered writing this knowledge down. Obviously though, this is not the case.
Originally I too was under the power of this worldwide glamour spell. Considering the size of our species and the speed with which we grow, it was only a matter of when, and then how often, this spell would fail. Magic may be able to completely ignore the laws of physics, but even it is limited by how much is generated.
For me, the spell failed slowly, in spurts and fits. Originally I thought I was losing my mind, seeing our human selves fading out here and there to reveal the pony underneath. Eventually it failed completely, and all I've only ever been able to see ponies since then.
On average, we are four feet tall when standing on all fours, and close to eight feet tall when we stand on our hind hooves. The the ability to stand as bipeds even though our bodies were built to be quadruped surprised me at first as well, but it actually helps keep up the illusion. Though being truly eight feet tall, and somehow appearing and feeling like we are two feet shorter, means the spell affects not just the senses, but also space as well.
The spell goes far enough to encompass all forms of visual media as well. This, combined with the previous, explains just how an energy generated by some seven billion souls can be used up in its entirety, and stretched thin to boot.
Once we are no longer under the effects of the spell, the magic we generate begins to pool within us. Eventually, once enough has accumulated, it begins to change us. A year after the spell failed for me, I began to notice an itch on my back, two itches actually. When the day finally came that I got fed up with this nuisance, and actually looked at it in a mirror, I found I had two little nubs growing out of my back.
Wings! I was growing god damned bloody wings! That early on, one might think that they were actually tumors instead. Something inside me told me this was not the case. That isn't to say I completely threw away the notion that they could mean I was sick. I had myself checked out by a doctor quite a few times to make sure. Not that they even noticed the nubs were there. But according to their readings, my body was perfectly healthy.
Aside from that, I currently sport two fully grown, fully functional, feathered wings. I can't really say for sure, but actively knowing that they were there and growing, I think caused their growth to speed up. It took two years, but eventually they reached their full size.
To say I was overjoyed at the original discovery, would be an understatement. To say I was frantic when I realized I'd need to find a rather large secluded place to train my new appendages once I could use them might also be considered as such. While the spell had failed for me, and I could see what we truly are, ~~it had not~~ has not failed for anyone around me. Obviously seeing a human flying through the air with nothing to allow such a feat, wearing nothing (or a shirt with holes in the back for wings), would not be taken well by most.
Oh, the excitement of unaided flight! The feeling of the wind over one’s wings, its glorious! And then there's the feeling of a good preening. My learning of which, both flying and preening, were each long, painful processes. Both also brought to light, other things I would need to hide.
Learning to fly gained me many a bruise, which more often than not I didn't have an adequate explanation for. Preening taught me that the glamour spell isn't completely omnipotent. Any feathers I removed from myself, were visible to others. So far I've just stuffed pillows with them, or sold them online as quills. Rather economical, if I do say so myself.
Again though, I can't accurately explain the joys of flight. Wings however, were not the only thing in store for me after the spell failed. Heh heh heh. About a year after my wings had fully grown in, I began to have headaches. Normally I'd ignore such things, same as I did with stomach aches. But as they lasted longer and longer, and evolved into full blown migraines, I became worried.
Well, that is, until the beginnings of a horn poked through the skin on my forehead. Cue joy filled freak out number two. My horn only took a year to grow in completely. And like with my wings, I attempted to use magic any time I could. Its only a guess, but I think a person's magic matches the color or their eyes. Suffice to say, I've only had myself as source on this.
My magic is a pleasant light blue. Not a pale blue, or a baby blue. Open up any paint type program and set the color to nothing but blue. Then add about 25 points white. Horrid description, I know, but it’s the simplest, and only one I'm going to bother to give.
Being able to actively wield magic? There are no words. I've probably only scratched the surface with what it can do. Even though I try it as often as I can, I realize I probably need to be careful. If whoever or whatever cast the original spell on us is still around in some form, they might notice the change. Yes, granted depending on how well their 'sensors' or 'senses’, for magic are, they might have noticed when the spell failed for me.
They might have also noticed my growing reservoir of magic. When I grew wings. When I grew a horn. But so far, I have been left alone. I might also be paranoid. There might not be anyone watching. The spell on the world might have been cast by our ancestors in ages past, for who knows what reason. Either way, I do realize caution is necessary, whether to keep me safe from those watching, or from those around me. Cause seriously, I don't want to end up in a government lab for testing.
Despite the possible risks, I felt the need to write this down. Whether or not someone who reads this and believes me, is up to them. All I know is, we are a race of Alicorns. Our own magic used against us, to hide our true nature. Was this done for our own good? Was this done to contain us? I'll probably never know; and I don't care.
I have been given back a gift that most don't even know they have. Should I share this discovery? Should I try dispelling the enchantment from those around me? That is a debate I leave for another time. For now, I think I'm going to go try and create a Sonic Boom. Wish me luck!
Author's Note
The whole thing screams fuck you, fuck the rules, and I was in a hurry. No?
I had an idea, thought about it for a bit, then barfed it into existence. I have no regrets on the matter.
So tell me, what do you think?
