Fallen

I heard a strange roaring sound coming from the east. I saw a cloudbank in the direction of the noise. Huh. Storms don’t usually make noises like that. I decided to investigate.
I flew up to the cloud bank, realizing that the noise was increasing in pitch and crescendoing. Must be moving closer. I fluttered to the side, curious, but I was not about to get run into by something.
The noise became almost deafening. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to just skedaddle, but I got angry at my cowardice. I was going to find out what made that noise, if it took my wings off.
I inched closer, squinting into the cloud.
Turns out, I probably should have listened to my instincts. Something large, metal, and extremely fast shot straight past me. Once again, Earth physics took me by surprise, because the air surrounding me became turbulent, throwing my body about.
It would have been completely fine, if my wings weren’t so incredibly huge and awkward. The suction tossed my body out of harm’s way, but my left wing got backlashed, then smashed by giant metal behemoth.
I looked in dismay as my left wing was completely stripped of its primaries, then I dropped out of the sky.
As I fell, I got a quick glance at the culprit, which resembled an ugly metal bird with steam shooting out its ass. Trying desperately to slow my flight, I spread my wings, but unbalanced as they were, they only served to slow me down slightly. Looking down, I saw a black forest with sickly trees standing skeleton-like thickly rising up to meet me. I closed my eyes.
Snap! Snap!
Pain, excruciating pain, lanced throughout my body. I thought that breaking my wing was the worst injury I had ever suffered. I was wrong. This was worse.
Crash! I landed on the ground. To my utter astonishment, I was still alive! I survived the fall!
But… I look at my back.
Gone! Completely gone! My wings! No! No! No!
Thoughts flood my mind. Despair. Pain. Loss. Anger. My life was spared, but at the cost of my freedom. My wings! Blood spilled from the jagged wounds on the stumps of my once glorious wings.
And the pain! To add insult to injury, it felt like both my wings were being stabbed with a dozen needles! Gah! I don’t even have my wings anymore! How the hay can they still hurt! A thousand things rush my brain at once, but the intense spiky pain crescendoed until I succumbed to it.
When I came to, I found that a puddle of blood had gathered around me, spilling from my stumps. Most of my raw panic was gone, replaced by a creeping feeling of utter loss and despair. I’m going to die! I sobbed. I’m going to die!
It’s alright. Why would I even want to live after this? My life is over. I can’t fly. Never again will I take comfort in the utter joy of soaring above the clouds, soaring and wheeling… I mean, a pegasus is born to fly. I–I mean…
I took comfort in that fact, and waited for the end to come. What déjà vu! I remember when I lay like this, wounded, in the middle of a forest before. That time, like this, I was determined that I would never fly again, but my salvation wouldn’t come this time, as it did with Adamant and Green back then. I was truly alone. I didn’t want to be found.
Unfortunately for me, I was.
I heard crashes in the bushes. It’s Green and Adamant, here to rescue me! How the hay did they get here? And-oh. My pain is causing me delusions. A human figure appeared behind a tree and my heart sank out of my chest in despair. I blacked out once more from the pain as I cursed Wither in my mind.