Meeting (Chapter 1)

Jasper, NV

Half Moon

I was in Jasper, Nevada. This was a nice place to lie low. I have to keep a low profile to not draw attention to myself.

I am working with the U.S. military, and I enjoy working with them. The Moon realm has been allied with them for a couple of weeks now, and it is worth it.

They protect us, and in return, we try to prevent as many casualties of any civilians on either side.

I keep hearing rumors of some sort of metal aliens, and I don't think I am ready to meet them.

Not many people live in this town, but I still have to be cautious.

You can never tell who is an enemy until it is too late.

I am wearing my favorite deep blue hoodie with jeans and black sneakers. I can see my short brown hair bouncing at the corners of my vision while I walked.

I fumble with my fingers in my hoodie pocket, having a feeling that something should be happening.

I am used to it being non-stop business all the time, and this quiet little town is a good break from that. But I am starting to miss being busy all the time.

I hear the loud thumps of sneakers behind me. I don't turn around. I don't want to look suspicious.

A teenage boy with black, messy hair, grey T-shirt, jeans and sneakers is pulling a small boy.

The small boy has brown hair like my own, except it is sticking up in all sorts of directions. The boy has large red glasses and holding a remote control you use for a toy car and a black backpack is bouncing on his shoulder.

They are running away from something.

I don't try and stop them. I turn around and go the way they were running from.

I walk slow at first and then start running. I have to know what they are running from.

I end up at a cement wall, and a small highway above. Nothing seems strange here, except crushed yellow and black pieces of plastic. They look like the parts to a toy car.

Whatever must have crushed it couldn't have been those two boys. If it wasnt the two boys, what did break it?

I shrug it off and think its probably some sort of bully.

But why would they run like thier lives depended on it?

My mind keeps going, but I run out of possibilities. I just drop it.

Late at night

I feel my feathers come loose in some spots. I'm molting, a once in a month thing. Old feathers fall out so new ones can come in.

I gently scratch my wings, watching my delicate silver feathers float to the rock.

I stare up at the moon from the mountain I am sitting on. I stretch and lay back, relaxing.

My silver hair with the thin golden streak on the right side is covering my face, but I am too comfortable to care.

I sigh in relief. I haven't had this much free time in a long time.

With being allied with the U.S. military, and an alpha on top of that, it can be stressful.

I brush my hair out of my face and whistle for Nightshade.

Nightshade is my pegasus. I raised him since he was a foal, when his mother died after giving birth to him.

I soon hear his black feathers beating against the wind. Nightshade is completely black, so it makes him impossible to see at night.

He comes to me, trotting over and using his nose to gently push me on my shoulder.

That's his signal for he wants to have attention.

I pat his muzzle as he lays down, and rolls over onto his back.

I get up and scratch his belly.

He snorts happily and rolls over so he is on his side.

Nightshade is quite big, even for a pegasus. I am average angel height, about 5 foot 3. When I stand, I barely come up to his back. But he is a very gentle giant.

He is also one of the most fearless and protective pegasus out there.

He almost never leaves my side.

He lifts his giant black wing up in the air, signaling he wants to snuggle.

I clamber over his massive chest, rolling into his front hooves. He places his wing over me, and I fall asleep hearing his steady breaths and watching the sun rise over the orange dust and rocks.