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Wind Chaser, Chapter 10Wind Chaser, Chapter 10
In which things could have gone better.
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"Stop fidgeting." Chaser told the gagged and bound Athelgeir, "If your Regent comes through, then I really will let you go, I don't like taking hostages. But it's you, or an entire population of innocent ponies, and I'd rather threaten you than let you do it to them."
Even if he's as strong as you, he's not getting out of there, you know. Let's go! Dash- I know! It's taking all I have to not go after the stupid girl already...
There was a long pause from her, That really shook you up, huh?
I... just didn't expect it. In her defense- Yeah, I know that too, she probably has no idea how much what she said hurts. She's got the emotional sensitivity of a rubber chicken, and I know not everybody thinks about stuff the way I do. So why are you- Because I meant what I said! Even though he was only thinking it, he was breathing a bit unevenly after that little emotional display.
Wind Chaser, Chapter 1Wind Chaser, Chapter 1.
In which is started a fan-fic by a guy that prefers to write real fiction... but had to do this because he can't resist the Brony within. Yes this is a human-becomes-a-pony fiction, and yes I'm hoping to be one of the few to get it right, I just thank you for reading and giving me the chance.
Apologies again to my anon pre-readers, all two of you, and again thanks to Zo for even more brilliance (there's a reason I love her folks, and it's not just the stunning plot).
On with the show!
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Hens eggs of rain impacted the dry, dusty ground, throwing up little fountains of debris as they hit. Soon enough though, the parched earth was nothing but churned mud and little rivulets coursing downhill to the nearest streams.
"You sure about this Dash?" the white pegasus yelled over the deluge rolling down on them, wings working to keep himself in place, his question was hurled in the direction of a smaller, cyan pegasus ahead of him.
"No!" she returned, "Got any b
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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