My eyes flutter, trying to gain a clearer view. My head was pounding like I was kicked by an ox and I was a little nauseous. Once I could see I sat up, rubbing one eye with a forehoof, the feeling of a soft material over my forehead brushed with my hoof. A sharp sting came over my shoulder, worse than that jacker wasp incident that I had in middle school. I look over to see my wing wrapped in a white cloth with a spot of red concentrating closer to my back. I turn my head back to look forward, the blank room I was in was very dim, only lit by part of a light outside the open doorway and the candle that was on the stand next to the bed that I was on. Out of the corner of my eye I notice something move, darting my head to the object I was met with a sight that could accurately be described as…I don’t even know where to start. The pony was light blue, tail and mane held an assortment of colors and wings that seemed light yet strong.

“Hey…what’s up?” The Pegasus greeted.
I was taken aback by the mare’s straightforwardness, “Uh-um-ah…well, not much…what about you?”

“Well aside from the general shit that happened over the last few weeks…I’d say that we are where the term “screwed” doesn’t even begin to cover it.” The mare replied with a sneer.

“Oh, that bad huh?”
The mare fluttered her wings and darted toward me until she stopped mere inches from my face. Even in the low lighting of the candle, I could make out a few features from her face. Despite her cocky attitude and “modest” tone of voice, her face held soft features and big purple like eyes that showed much expression. As she hovered in front of me, minutes seemed to pass slowly as she stared into my eyes; trying to read my thoughts in the still air.

“Dash? What are you doing?” a voice broke the silence. The Pegasus quickly landed and brought her wings tight to her body.

“What? Uh-nothing, why do you ask?” The mare stuttered, her breathing seemed erratic and she was shaking nervously.

“Oh I’m sorry, was I interrupting something?” The voice spoke out again. The mysterious voice sounded calm, and yet…sophisticated, intelligent needless to say; pretty sure Silver would love a mare like that.

“What!? W-why would you say something like that?!” The mare was beginning to stumble over her words, I even noticed her fidgeting with her wing and lightly hoofing on the ground with anxiety; my best guess would dictate that she is probably blushing right now.

“I’m just kidding Dash.” The voice giggled. That clever girl…. “Anyway, I wanted to check up on how our guest is doing. But I guess you already have that covered right~?”

“Shut up Twi! Nothing happened, I was just…” The mare spoke, but stopped mid-sentence; probably to find and excuse.

“She was just seeing if the wounds I have were opening again.” I spoke up.

“Uh-Yea! That’s it, that was what I was doing.” The mare spoke again. “Anyway, you have more important things to discuss with him so…I’ll leave you to it.” She took flight again at passed through the doorway. Another pony came to the light of the candle, a unicorn this time, with purple fur. Her mane was so dark that in this lighting almost looked black, with a one pink line running from one end of her bangs to the end of her mane.

“Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She greeted with such formality.

“And hello to you too, Twilight. I’m Lightning Chaser, but everypony just calls me Chase.” I respond, trying to give the same measure of reserve, but failing miserably.
Twilight giggled a little bit, “Right, so how is your wing? I saw the damage and all I could do was reset the bone, but you should be able to move it freely now.” Her horn glowed a pinkish hue and the bandages that were around my wing unraveled themselves and levitated off onto a nearby table. I stretched my wing and flapped it a few times, it felt sore but it will pass.

“Thanks for your help; I think I’ll be fine for now.” I claimed, unsure if what I said was true.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Twilight responds. She looks at me with some concern, probably not believing what I just said.

"Anyway, do you remember what happened?" Twilight asked. I struggle to remember, but most of the events appears in blurs.

"Well...there was the...the concert....fireworks and...thousands upon thousands of joyous faces in the crowd."

"Really?" Twilight awed, "You must have had a lot of fun. I wish I could have been to a concert."

"Well why couldn't you?" I inquire.
Twilight let out a small sigh, "It was my studies with Princess Celestia, I have to learn about the magic of friendship."

"Friendship huh? I could tell you stories about my friend." I scoff, I always believed that Silver and I were among of the best of best friends.
Twilight shook her head abruptly, "Please continue with your recollection."

"What? Oh right. There was the initial explosion that threw me off...and then those faces...those torn apart, broken ponies. All I could see was bodies."
Twilight seemed fascinated by my point of view. "You mentioned something about a friend you have. Can you tell me about him?"
I was surprised that see would ask, but I saw in her eyes that she was hold me to an answer.

"Well...heh. Where do I even begin?" I paused for a moment to ponder my thoughts. "I guess I could start that we were friends since fillyhood. He was always the smart one between us...compared to him, I pretty reckless." I stifle a light chuckle. "But I know that he has a good head on his shoulders, he will go far in life. Farther than I ever will."

"No! Don't say that!" Twilight whined. "You shouldn't put yourself down below your friend, I'm sure you have perks that make you unique. But you have to press on, only you can push yourself forward."

"Thanks Twilight, I needed that." I say with a light smile. "By the way…who was that Pegasus? She seems a little on edge…” I inquired.

“Oh, you mean Rainbow Dash. She was the one who found you in that stadium.”

“Well, does she always that cocky attitude?”
Twilight chuckled, “No, not always. Only when she feels competitive or…” She stopped, only to let out a sly smile.

“Or what?” I questioned, genuinely becoming curious.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Here, follow me. After weeks of being underground, you must be longing for fresh air.” She motioned with her hoof to follow her. I soon began to question what had happened after I passed out… wait…what did she mean by weeks?!

Author's Note

I have two thing I have to discuss. Firstly: If the stories seem to come within a few days of each other, it is because I started writing this story weeks before I published it. So some of the chapters have already been mapped out (give or take an few extensions to meet requirements.) So I am going to say this: New chapters will be published when I can, so don't expect a deadline for each following chapter. The second thing is more of a favor, if anyone can draw or find someone who can draw, I would like a cover made for this story. If this is accomplished, send the image with the artist's penname and credit will be given where credit is due. Thanks and enjoy the next chapter.