The sun. Man, I hate the sun. Somehow, somehow it always finds a way to burn my eyes in the morning. If it was a joke from the sun god Apollo, then I will find him and burn him with hellfire. I covered my eyes with my pillow with a grunt and tried my best to go back to sleep. I didn't want to deal with anything today. Last night's nightmare was horrible. Waking up as a baby horse, chased by a crazy orange pegasus, and exploded into a nearby castle was something I ever want to experience again. For some reason, though, it still wasn't as bad as the 'Twin Incident.'

"Crap, I can't go back to sleep," I groaned in annoyance. Getting out from my hiding place with blurry eyes, I attempted to look around for my cellphone to check the time, but I couldn't find it for the life of me.

No matter how much I squinted at my end table, I couldn't see the black plastic case of my phone. With the mind of a freshly woken mountain troll, I decided to slap the end table, hoping that I would find it with one hand while the other cleared out the gunk that prevented me from seeing clearly. Once that was done, and with no phone in hand, I finally had a good look at someone, or more accurately, somepony, glaring at me with a black eye.

Standing beside what I quickly learned was not my bed was the mare of my nightmare. The fiery orange mare glared deep into my soul. I peeled my frightened gaze from her and looked around for a way out, but to no avail. My mind was too shocked by the sudden realization that I wasn't dreaming, that I lost my gender, age, and species. That I was dead with no chance of escape. Like the sane man I was in this situation, I let my body go on autopilot once more.

"I-Is this a dream?" I asked, shaking in place. Just asking the question caused my throat to dry up faster than a desert in the middle of the afternoon.

"Nope," she growled, shaking her head. She took a step closer, and I shuffled slightly away.

"Is this a nightmare?" I whimpered meekly, my brand new wings twitched, aching to fly away from the impending doom of Soap Mare of Death.

"Yep." she nodded in evil glee.

"C-Can I have...s-some water?" I choked out, barely.

"Nope," she shook her head once more, ensuring my demise.

"A-are you going to kill me?" I chuckled half-heartedly, realizing that yesterday's events were real and that the mare in front of me was one that I kicked in the face. Her rage was subdued for the most part, but I could see it growing back to what it once was.

"Maybe," she purred with a sadistic smile growing on her face. Just as her smile was from eye to eye, the door to the room opened to a group of white ponies in golden armor. A tall, white mare with a mane reminiscent to the morning sun, followed right behind them into the room. The second I laid my terrified eyes on her, all my fear of the orange mare melted away into nothingness. I jumped out my bed and flew towards her for safety of the scary orange mare. The guards couldn't react in time once I was clinging for dear life on the tall mares leg.

"Please don't let her kill me!" I begged cling for dear life as one of the golden guards try to pull me off.

"W-what?" she gasped. She took a quick look at me and the exasperated orange mare staring in shock at what I just said. She told the guard silently to stop trying to pull me away from the safety of the tall pony and wrapped her free leg around me in a warm hug.

"It's alright little one. No one is here to hurt you," the tall mare said with a soothing, motherly tone. My shaking little body stopped convulsing in fear for my life as she, somehow, brought me up and placed me on her back. I still clung for my life as she walked towards the bed and the orange mare that wants to kill me, stroking my...Mane? With one of her wings.

She set me on the bed that I woke up, right next to the orange mare. I stayed far away from her while I formulated what the hell I was going to do. Judging from the way the white unicorn with wings was holding herself. She was most likely a very important governmental individual. If she found out that I was an alien from another world. I don't want to know what they were going to do to me if they found out.

"Looks like I gotta play the super smart super baby."

"Now that Spitfire here has brought me up to speed. Little one, can you tell me where your parents are?" spoke the white mare, breaking me train of thought.

"Well..." I sighed, knowing that lying wasn't going to be an option, might as well tell partial truths.

"It's okay little one. You aren't in trouble."

"Um... t-they, ah... sorta... abandon me," I managed to choke out. It was the truth, though. Getting kicked out in the middle of a random city a few thousand miles away was still the truth. I looked up at them, both of them had a face of shock, confusion, and anger. The orange mare named Spitfire was angrier than the white mare beside her.

"Abandoned... Why would they abandon such an insanely talented young filly in the middle of a ravine in a cage!?" Spitfire boomed causing the guards behind her to wince in fear to her tone.

"Now, now Captain. Let's not let our emotions take control. We must look at this with a steady mind," the white mare said with a hint of distaste slip off her tongue.

Spitfire took in a deep breath and sat back down beside the bed. Her eyes were still enraged and the white mare beside her tried her best to hold her composure. "Sorry, your highness," Spitfire said.

"It is alright Captain, but let us decide on what to do with the filly," she paused and looked my way with a soft smile, "can you tell us your name little one?"

"M-my name?" I choked. My name... if they knew my old name was something uncommon they might get suspicious. I need to think of something fast! Let's see. I like winter and I like roses...Wait. Why was that the first thing to come to mind? Whatever that will do for know.

"Yes, little one. your name," the white mare smiled. No going back now.

"Winter. Winter Rose."

The next few hours were an 'experience,' to say the least. The tall white-winged, mare, thing was called Princess Celestia and she was an alicorn. She led me through the castle along with Spitfire after we both apologized to each other for what we did at the base. Though, I'm not sorry for the black eye. Anyone who forces Satans, soupy-murder, deserves a kick to the face.

We stopped in what I believe was just a standard quest room. There was; a giant, king-sized bed, a couple of dressers with eloquent carvings of birds, an end table and a door where I believed led to the bathroom. The princess said her farewells and did whatever princesses do, leaving me and the candle head alone, in one room, where I can torment her, for hours.

A smile crept on my face as Spitfire entered the bathroom. She was going to pay for the soup incident and it was going to be glorious. I don't care if I die later. All I care about is how I was going to ruin her day. In the corner of the room on one of the dressers was what I believed was a makeup box. I trotted over, careful not to let the candle head take notice of my schemes.

Inside the box was hundreds of lipstick colors, those blush powders and I think mascara. My smile grew three times its size as I grabbed the girliest colors and hid them in my wings for later.

I sat on the bed and waited for Spitfire. Both of them kept quiet about what they were going to do with me. I wasn't complaining much about it, they were most likely going to send me to a foster home which means that I was going to regrow up all over again. Though, with everything that has happened, growing up again should be a good thing. I get to learn everything about my new home without making an ass out of myself.

Spitfire walked out of the room with a smile on her face. Something was good in her mind, but all of that happy-go-lucky attitude was going to change.

"What are you smiling about squirt?" Spitfire raised a brow. "Not going to do things you will regret?"

I gave her a bigger smile feeling my instruments of doom that are carefully hidden in my wings. "Nope!" I cheered.

"Well, come on squirt. Don't want to keep the princess waiting."

I followed Spitfire down to what I believed was the dining hall. At the center of the room was a large, well-crafted table and over it was a crystal chandelier. Maids were giving the area a good cleaning. In the far end of the room, a butler was bringing a tray of food towards the table. I'm not sure how he was doing it, but I don't think walking on his hind legs was very comfortable. Spitfire and I were lead by a white unicorn with a silver mane to our spots at the table next to a tall, dark blue alicorn with a light blue mane that flowed to a silent wind.

She took notice of me and gave me a soft smile. "Tis' a welcomed morning little one," the blue alicorn said. I fluttered my wings up to my seat beside the blue mare, trying to figure out how she was levitating a muffin with that blue aura sounding it and her horn. I wonder if I could do that?

"Something that matter little one? Do I scare you?" the blue mare asked with a look of solace in her eyes.

"No, you don't scare me," I shook my head out of my thought. "I'm just trying to figure out how your are using your telekinesis."

Spitfire and the blue mare gave me a quizzical look. "Hate to break it to you and all, but only unicorns can use magic," Spitfire paused and took a sip of what I assumed was coffee, "pegasi can only use things that involve weather, no more, no less."

I frowned at my food in deep thought. If unicorns were the only thing that can use magic, then why didn't I get turned into a unicorn? Sure being able to control the weather like Thor was cool and all, but being able to shoot lasers from my eyes was something that Santa never got me. Then again, if I can control all aspects of weather were in my control then wouldn't I be able to... I'm such a genius.

A smile grew on my face as I reached out with my hoof towards my muffin not giving a care as to what the two were thinking. I closed my eyes, remembering how my wings reacted to the air around me and directed it to the pastry. My sensitive wings felt the air around the muffin move in a chaotic formation, creating a little vortex around the muffin. I flexed my hoof forward, opening my mouth, and felt the muffin entered without choking me. I opened my eyes to see two baffled mares with their jaws drilling to China.

"What?" I smiled with a face stuffed with a muffin.

"How did you do that?" the both said in unison.

"Simple. Pegasi can control the air, so I thought that I could create a mini air vortex around the muffin, thus allowing me to create a mock version of telekinesis. I used my wings to see how strong the current was, and when I believed the vortex was strong enough. I directed it to my face," I boasted as I did the same thing to my apple, watching it float over to my mouth.

"W-what... H-how... W-when did you figure that out?" Spitfire said bewildered.

I took a bit out of my apple, "Just now."

"J-just now..." And she fainted.

The blue gave me an amazed expression before coming back to her senses. I poked the sleeping orange pegasus making sure she won't wake up for a while. I pulled out my instruments of doom right in front of the blue mare and began my work on Spitfires' face. Once she was nice and pretty, I hid my tools in the nearby garbage can while the blue mare tried not to laugh. I sat back down on the other side of the blue mare and saw Princess Celestia walked into the room with another pony holding some paperwork. She took notice of the blue alicorn holding back her giggle-fits and trotted over to see what she was laughing at. Once the princess saw my dirty work, she gave me a quick look with a smile and sat down at the other side of the table in front of me.

Princess Celestia casually ate with me and the blue alicorn named Luna, as well as my social worker Soft Touch. Aside from her name being extremely misleading. One would figure she would be good in the bed, but I won't judge. Names in this place were just plain annoying. I should have gone with something tougher rather than something really girly, but it's too late now.

Princess Celestia and Soft Touch talked quietly while I floated Spitfires apple towards me. All three of them just watched as I stole the princess of pinks food while she was still unconscious. Celestia raised a brow as to how I was doing it without magic. Well, it was magic, but it was a magic that only pegasi could do. I took my prize from the air with a cheeky smirk and took a bite.

"Well, I have never seen someone do that before?" Soft touch blinked, "how do you do that little one?"

"Simple," I tossed the rest of the apple in my mouth, "I just use the air."

"The... Air," all three blinked.

"We... where am I?" Spitfire groaned awake. The orange mare sat up, Celestia, Soft Touch, and Luna tried to keep a straight face as the orange mare looked at her empty plate with a frown. Her pink mascara glowed to the morning light. Her pink lips blinded the blind, and her pink blush was as bright as the sun itself. I slowly got out of my chair and prepared my wings to make a break for it.

"Um... Spitfire. That's, uh... quite the look you have there," Celestia said holding back a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" she replied, lifting up her hoof to check the damage. The second her hoof touched her face. I bolted out of the dining room, away from the screaming Wonderbolt.

"When I find you, RUNT, I will kill you!" screamed Spitfire as I laughed down the hall.