The Alicorn of Music

...everything stopped, along the emotions running the music in the first place.

The doctor stood there with his mouth open, as if he was literally giving me his undivided attention.

"I suppose we can say your horn is fine now, There are no ways that amount of magic could leave a broken one and not destroy this entire hospital. But it was a really bad idea to use it like that.", he said.

"I'm sorry", I replied.

"No, no. You're fine... It's just that I've never heard anything quite like what you were just playing. Nor have I seen, or heard of a unicorn playing the piano with magic."

The word "unicorn" got my attention. I had been wondering what the word for "horned horse" was ever since I had seen myself in the mirror. It was right on the tip of my tongue but I just couldn't figure it out.

"So, am I aloud to leave?", I asked.

"Very soon, I just need to get you checked out first", he said.

The doctor trotted over to the piano and looked at the keys for a moment,  then switched his attention back to me.

"Do you know how to play any other instruments?", he asked.

"I didn't really know I could play this one", I responded.

The doctor gave me a confused smirk as he turned the other way and started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria.

"You coming?", he asked without looking at me.

"Okay" I said.

We began walking towards the exit of the building. The doctor brought me into another room that was reasonably close to the stair case on the bottom floor of the hospital. It was small and had a window with a pony behind it. The doctor proceeded to tell the nurse behind the window how amazing I was at the piano, laugh at a joke that was so bad that it had to have been an inside one, and bring out a piece of paper for me.

"Sign here please", the doctor said as he held out an exit slip and a pen with his mouth.

"Uh...", I responded. I didn't know how to write anything without my fingers yet.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

I used my mouth to grab the paper and pen, put the paper on the floor, and draw a bunch of scribbled lines that one could only assume was a signature on the paper.

"You should come by the hospital again and play music for the children here sometime.", the doctor said.

"Sure thing", I said not knowing what else to say.

"Great, just stop by any time during the after noon when they eat lunch together."

I nodded as we began walking towards the exit.

"Just out of curiosity, how old are you?", the doctor asked.

"Twenty-five, why?", I asked in return.

"Wow, twenty-five? How are you so good at playing the piano and yet still lacking a Cutie Mark?", the doctor motioned towards his rear end.

I didn't know what all of those tattoo things were, nor did I ask the doctor what they were. Instead, I accepted the possibility that all of the ponies were forced to get a tattoo  before they turn a certain age.

The doctor finished walking with me and waved to me as I left the hospital with no place else to go. It was beginning to get dark.

...

The town had less ponies in it than when I was out and about earlier. It had only been about an hour back in the hospital but it looked like most of the town's residents were already in bed. I didn't see any clocks anywhere but I had guessed it to be around 8:00 PM.

I continued walking around the town until there were no ponies in the streets. The temperature had began to drop at a slow rate which increased my anxiety to a decent level and made me want to rest for a moment. I found a bench and decided to lay on it.

"Woah", I said.

Laying on my back was really weird, like my body just wasn't made for doing that on such a hard surface. Then I remembered seeing a cream colored pony laying down on a bench during the Lion King incident, so I flipped over and tried to lay down on my stomach with my head leant forward.

It wasn't bad at all... Sure, it felt different, but it was a relaxing and comfortable position to be in.

...

I wasn't expecting anything to come of that night. I was just hoping that the temperature wouldn't get too low, which had become a serious worry of mine. Even with a body of fur, I was feeling unreasonably chilly.

I decided to try walking again in hopes that my body would regulate it's heat better. My efforts failed but they definitely made the cold weather less noticeable.

I started running because of my envy of the warm. I'm sure I would have looked strange to any ponies watching at the time, but I didn't really care. It felt good to run, and the best part about running for me was that I didn't know I could run without falling over... Walking was still pretty taboo for me.

When I started walking, instinct just kicked in. The next thing I remember was wondering when I started running, but like I said, it felt good to run. I ran like I had been in a wheelchair my entire life. It was as if I had been a bird trapped in a cage who found it's own way out. Not by getting let go, by finding it's OWN way out... By escaping.

I continued running for miles and miles, block after block in this pony city. There was a building in the center of what appeared to be a ring of houses. I continued running around this building, amazed by how long I could keep running. I was never much of an adrenaline junkie but just that ability by it's self was amazing to me.

So amazing, that my mind had began to play a tune. Not like before when I simply got a headache, but like a clean song playing itself in my brain. Almost like I could actually hear it, but in a bit of a different way. I had accepted the music and let it flow through my thoughts instead of fighting it. The song was played on what sounded like a Spanish Steel and was very relaxing and calm... Almost blissful.

It was a different kind of happiness, a freedom kind of happiness. A freedom kind of happiness that was quickly disrupted by the rather disappointed yet curious stare of a brown pony who stopped herself right in front of me.

"What in Equestria are you doing?", she asked me in a British accent.