The mysterious and short lived kidnapping of the foal

I slowly stirred. I rose like the mountains, slow and careful. My thoughts sounded silly.

I was sore all over. I crossed my eyes. My horn was back! I wondered what that pain on my back had been. I turned to look. SOoooo the pain meant I was changing something then.

" AAAaaawwww..." My wings were gone! I really like those!

I felt a sharp pain on my back again, thought it was waaayyyy less painful then any of the other times! I looked back. there they were again. Wait! Everytime it had happened before I had never just thought I want wings, or I want a horn. I had wished that those big ponies would leave me alone, but they didn't! This didn’t make any sense at all. I wish strange things happened at a constant rate.

I felt ANOTHER pain, and after the red haze cleared I looked again. My wings were gone again….

“Interesting..." A mysterious voice commented from behind me! I jumped into position to face the voice... It was... IT WAS A DRAGON!! It was so cool looking. It was my size, small. It was nothing like a Skyrimian Dragon in its size ... Whatever that was, but It was just the right size to do one thing!

“I never realized logic limited your p-- Wait! No! Aaaahh!" I leaped at the beast glomping it with a mighty “SQUUUEEEEE” of victory! It was my dragon now! I had conquered the beast and made it mine! I would of course love it and hug it and pet it and call it George!... No George was a stupid name.

“Caaaaannn't breeeaattthhheee...” It gasped out. Oh no! I was killing it! ... I stopped hugging him with all my might and loosened up a bit. I don’t know how I knew its gender. It just was male.

“You are… Kaldr?...” He nodded at me slowly. “Yes you are Kaldr Dauði!... What a grim name!” It nodded again it… frowned. It was… …….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That smell!!!! “COOKIES!” I circled around… Where were they! I MUST HAVE THOSE COOKIES!... What the heck was a cookie? It smelled like wonderful… THINGS!... great things that I must have in my mouth, RIGHT NOW! Delicious scrumptious things of amazing wonderfulness!

I clutched my head in pain. Scrump-!! Ouch! That word made my brain hurt. Wait… Where was my sword? Where was I? Why did breathing make me want to laugh?

I looked around; it certainly wasn’t my hospital room. It was a strange off white, rather then the hospital’s green. There are big splatters of red… paint all over the walls? This was a bad white, and a VERY bad red. I could barely breathe! The floor was white as well. Little panels in the shape of a… well it was the same length on every side, whatever shape that happened to be; were what the floor was made of. The bottom of the floor, that was above me, appeared to be made of the same thing as the top of the floor below me! Wait the bottom of the floor above someone is a C’ling right? The C’ling was made of the same stuff as the floor!

I was trapped in a scary bad room, the sword I had made was gone, and Miss Scratch was missing as well. What was worse? Well Miss Scratch being gone was the worst thing of course, but they took something I made! I HAD MADE THAT SWORD!

“HOW DARE THEY TAKE MY MOTHER BUCKING SWORD!” THEY TOOK IT! NEEEEEIIIINNNN!!! NO ONE TAKES STUFF I MAKE, NEVER EVER EVER! I… I …I!!!! I WILL TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW! I MADE THAT! THEY HAD NO RIGHT TO IT AT ALL! THEY DIDN’T MAKE IT!

Those sniveling thieving bastard children of a … “ouch…” Sni-!! Ouch! … THEY took something I made, and when I make something, I MAKE SOMETHING.

… I was in a scary place… Miss Scratch, and… Miss Octavia are gone… and They took something I made…

“They must be!! KI-OUCH-…. Foal?... FOALNAPPERS!” Wait… wasn’t there a dragon in the room. He would know what had happened! I turned to ask, but he was looking angrily at the door. They must be here! I had to defend myself!… Those walls looked tough! I bet if I used them as protection I would be good.

I couldn’t move the white walls, they were dull, empty, but the red ones were scary! They made me feel fear, and I could move them! I could control what I feared! I twisted them around me. In a mixed bles -ouch- for better or wo –ouch-… Whatever! there wasn’t as much blood covered parts as I thought I had seen. Wait blood?! This was disgusting, but they were going to come in at any moment! Why were they hurting ponies? Why were they gonna hurt me? I… I… I had to finish the armor! My glow bent the the last piece of the horrifying blood covered… Metal? I was covered in the blood of other ponies and metal…

WAIT what was I gonna use to defend myself with now?? Ohh wait the dragon.. But he was soo small! Wait! I made the sword right? So part of me was in it.. some brainy mindy windey thing! I could move my thoughts, why not the sword? Again I tasted strange weird words on the tip of minn tongue. Miss Scratch wasn’t around. I could say them!

*Ég gerði *sérstaka blade! sverð sterk og skínandi stáli.****

*það er samt *minn!**

*Það *mun hlusta á orð mín!**

*Það verður hér *með mér!**

And as clearly as the meaning of the words; I could see it there before my eyes!  The blade I made. I bade and it came! As if it always stayed, and was never waylaid! –ouch- I let out too many of the weird words and I had trouble speaking now! My tongue was in a strange knot. I undid it, and looked at the door, it was no longer silent. Unnoticed by me in my tr-ouch- … sleepy state, it had begun clamoring loudly. The banging resounded again and again!

Wait… why were they banging on the door?? They had the key didn’t they? I barely got to answer my question when a familiar blue glow finally overtook the door and ripped it from the hinges. It was Miss Scratch! She was here, she was mad, I was safe! She stopped when she looked at me, the look she gave me wasn’t the frozen smile... it wasn’t the frown… it was a new horrible expression! Her eyes were bulging, her body stiff, her shoulders shook! She was scared of me! I was scary… I hadn’t meant to scare her! Those Sword thieving foalnapping bas-ouch- … jerks were supposed to be scared! I… I had to comfort her somehow! I had… too…. The armor! She must be scared of the armor!

I cast off the red covered metal and left my sword behind. As I had said before, Miss Scratch came first. I wrapped my forelegs around her. She was cold and stiff to my touch, but She wasn’t frozen. She turned her head to look at me, the look of fear slowly left her face and I… I … I cried into her fur. The disgusting blood covered metal I had wrapped myself in, the painful words and thoughts, the horrible ponies, all of that was gone. I could cry safely here.

Wait… what about Kaldr?