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If Only I Could...
“I’m doing it! I’m actually doing it!” Scootaloo shouted as she flew through the clouds.
Wind flowed underneath her spread-out wings as she flapped her wings and soared higher and higher. The houses were so far below that they looked like a colony of ants. She zipped around in a loop-de-loop, feeling the wind rush through her mane. Tucking in her wings, she dived. Propelling downwards faster and faster, she felt the wind resistance start to hold her back. After a deep breath, she pointed her snout towards and headed towards the center of Ponyville. Suddenly, she swooped upwards and opened her wings, gradually slowing her descent. Scootaloo took a deep breath as the adrenaline rushed through her system.
“I did it! I did—”
The wind that flowed around her wings stopped, as if somepony had hit a light switch. Scootaloo tried to flap her wings but it was no use. She could feel herself falling as she hurtled to her imminent doom. She opened her wings and tried to slow her fall, but no matter how hard she tried, she kept falling even faster. A tingling sensation spread through her wings, causing her to look back. Her wings shrank before her very eyes, gradually turning into the wings of a Pegasus infant. Taking a deep breath, she buzzed her wings the best she could but it couldn’t keep her afloat. The houses were becoming bigger, quickly becoming the size of apples, watermelons, and finally haystacks. Finally, with a pop, her wings disappeared. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The ground came closer and closer. One hundred feet, fifty feet, twenty feet. Just before impact, Scootaloo closed her eyes.
She hit the ground with a thud and tried to roll over as she found herself wrapped in blankets. Struggling for air, she threw off the covers and took a deep breath. Placing a hoof over her rapidly beating heart, she looked around the room. She was no longer outside. Instead, she was back in her bedroom. Apparently, she had just fallen over in bed after having a nightmare. A quick glance at her wings told her that they hadn’t disappeared after all. However, they were still small and useless. She shook them, but didn’t do more than create a small rustle. With a sigh, she picked herself up and crawled back into bed.
Snuggling under the covers, only one thought sticks out in her mind. Why can’t she fly?
The next day, Scootaloo stood atop the cliff at Ghastly Gorge. As far as she was concerned, it was do or die time. Peeking over the edge, she looked at the chasm that lay before her. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, but she quickly wiped it away. If she wanted to fly, she couldn’t afford to be chicken anymore. She was sick of all the flying jokes and not being to do something that many other pegasus could do at an even younger age. She would force herself into flying if that’s what it took. No matter the cost. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, and jumped.
Wind flowed underneath her spread-out wings as she flapped her wings and soared higher and higher. The houses were so far below that they looked like a colony of ants. She zipped around in a loop-de-loop, feeling the wind rush through her mane. Tucking in her wings, she dived. Propelling downwards faster and faster, she felt the wind resistance start to hold her back. After a deep breath, she pointed her snout towards and headed towards the center of Ponyville. Suddenly, she swooped upwards and opened her wings, gradually slowing her descent. Scootaloo took a deep breath as the adrenaline rushed through her system.
“I did it! I did—”
The wind that flowed around her wings stopped, as if somepony had hit a light switch. Scootaloo tried to flap her wings but it was no use. She could feel herself falling as she hurtled to her imminent doom. She opened her wings and tried to slow her fall, but no matter how hard she tried, she kept falling even faster. A tingling sensation spread through her wings, causing her to look back. Her wings shrank before her very eyes, gradually turning into the wings of a Pegasus infant. Taking a deep breath, she buzzed her wings the best she could but it couldn’t keep her afloat. The houses were becoming bigger, quickly becoming the size of apples, watermelons, and finally haystacks. Finally, with a pop, her wings disappeared. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The ground came closer and closer. One hundred feet, fifty feet, twenty feet. Just before impact, Scootaloo closed her eyes.
She hit the ground with a thud and tried to roll over as she found herself wrapped in blankets. Struggling for air, she threw off the covers and took a deep breath. Placing a hoof over her rapidly beating heart, she looked around the room. She was no longer outside. Instead, she was back in her bedroom. Apparently, she had just fallen over in bed after having a nightmare. A quick glance at her wings told her that they hadn’t disappeared after all. However, they were still small and useless. She shook them, but didn’t do more than create a small rustle. With a sigh, she picked herself up and crawled back into bed.
Snuggling under the covers, only one thought sticks out in her mind. Why can’t she fly?
The next day, Scootaloo stood atop the cliff at Ghastly Gorge. As far as she was concerned, it was do or die time. Peeking over the edge, she looked at the chasm that lay before her. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, but she quickly wiped it away. If she wanted to fly, she couldn’t afford to be chicken anymore. She was sick of all the flying jokes and not being to do something that many other pegasus could do at an even younger age. She would force herself into flying if that’s what it took. No matter the cost. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, and jumped.