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The Fall - Part 6
Regardless whether it was dark or not, I had leave. Too much time was taken recuperating lost memories, staying with Spike, seeing him, seeing home; there was nothing but remorse.
On the streets of Ponyville again were the bodies. I had almost forgotten they were alive once; they didn't matter to me though. Yes they were ponies and yes they were important to somepony but, not to me, no, I wanted somepony special, I wanted the pony that did this all. My remorse turned into rage, the exact thoughts were buzz in my mind, a constant irritant, I knew it would stop till it was all over and I got what I wanted.
Canterlot was my only hope. I could see it in the distance, and to be honest it seemed worse for ware, but then again it was home to Celestia and Luna, and even my brother and parents. Everypony left that I cared for, with the questionable uncertainty of whether they were dead, was in Canterlot.
As I was about to leave it started to rain. There came a green glow from upstairs; t
The Fall - Part 5
I was in the air, the wind flowing through my mane, my eyes watering from the speed. Flight was always natural to me, but this flight didn't feel right, my wings felt heavier, I felt heavier, it was as if the guilt I was feeling turned into physical weight and was bearing down on me. Though I felt slow in the weight's presence, I was going as fast as ever.
I broke through the clouds leaving a gaping hole behind. At this point in time I felt like I had nothing to live for anymore, after searching Ponyville, finding the ruins, and know my friends were dead, there was nothing left, but family. I was leaving behind everything that has been the latter half of my life, I was leaving only in hope that maybe my first home, also of clouds; Cloudsdale would still be there, as would maybe my family. It was I long shot, I knew that, it was Ground Mares Day; nopony was supposed to be up in the air, what would anypony have any business doing in Cloudsdale, how was I supposed to know, I had to
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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