TecMaAp Shorts

My Purpose: Pixie Petal *GORE WARNING*

I was born just like any other creature. Small, fragile, and adored. I had the body of these so-called "humans" but my waist was that of my fellow mares. I never knew my mother or my father. No one who's born like me does. We have to learn to fend off others and survive by ourselves. I don't mind it. It's apart of life. Many others like me like to show off, we are a very prideful species. But I am not like them.

Each one of us are unique. Some of us wear the stars on our pelts, others can cast spells from the horns on their heads. I grow feathers that gift me the ability of flight.

No matter how calm or harsh the winds are I am at peace. The feeling of the breeze kissing my face as I soar through the blue sky take place of the love that we centaurs are deprived from. Just as any other creature we wonder, I wonder:

What is my purpose? Why was I born? And what can I do to feel satisfied with my existence? To help the others who suffer beside me? The answer is simple. Use your gift the way you know how.

I not only am capable of flight, but also tending the gardens the forest creates, tending to those who are I need of assistance no matter how big, small, old, or young. I am one with nature as it is one with me.

Though I am much wiser and sensible now, I wasn't always like this. Date back to the days where I've just begun learning how to talk and walk on my own...

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I was the height of an apple sapling. My mentor who chose to raise me of their own accord was having difficulty training a Pegasi centaur like myself to fly gracefully about even the tree tops. Frustrated, I began slamming my young hooves harshly against the trampled grass.

"Aiba!" My soft yet loud voice called out from across the clearing. "It's been weeks and I still can't lift by body high enough or long enough!" My tangled white locks and pelt were covered in dirt and the fallen petals of the soon to be bloomed apple buds.

"Patience, my Petal, patience. You need to keep training your wings and make them grow stronger. Not many Pegasi your age are able to take flight because they have not practiced. You have been given the chance that others could only wish to have." Aiba patted my head, removing some of the petals from my hair.

"Well then you should've picked someone else to mentor! Why do you even need to mentor me? No one made you do it! I never once asked or begged for help!" I puffed. "My parents haven't even told you to! I've never seen them before but even I know as much! Why did they even abandon me anyway?! Am I really such a flightless burden?!" I felt myself tear up. I knew that every parent had to give up their child as a form of testing their skills of survival. It was very rare for guardian and child to ever meet again even in adulthood, and I knew I could never be fortunate enough to meet my folk. Aiba only sighed as they silently patted my head with their small adult hands. They were soft like a woman's but still muscular like a man's. I never knew the real identity of Aiba, but I didn't care to know.

"Oh My dear Petal, out of all the children I could've chosen why do you think I chose you?" Aiba had a sad look in their eyes. Their short curled locks were in such a way that I could only see a single emerald gaze peak through. I crossed my arms and stubbornly replied.

"Because I was the weakest? I'm the on me you pitied the most. I should be long dead." Aiba was silent for a long time.

"Try again. Why do you think I chose you to become my underling?" I sighed, very much annoyed.

"Because..." I cringed. "I don't know!"

"Because you have promise. I can see you becoming something great. You have talent, you just haven't noticed it for yourself yet."