Broken Sky

by Fyn16

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Original Character
Length: 59823

Losing his spot at the Wonderbolt Academy, Nimbus hopes to set things straight by becoming an Aviator in the Royal Equestrian Air Force. However, whispers of the return of the mysterious "mare in the moon" may make this school year one to r

(New rating- T for violence. one instance of mild language, and mature themes). All his life, Nimbus had dreamed of being a Wonderbolt. He had the flying ability- what he lacked was dedication. It wasn't hard for him to be accepted to the Academy, but when he failed to understand the true commitment it takes to be one of Equestria's elite flyers, Nimbus found himself kicked out just as quickly as he'd been let in. Now, haunted by his failures at the Wonderbolt Academy, Nimbus is once again dedicated to serving in the skies of Equestria, this time as a Royal Equestrian Air Force Aviator- an elite aerial defender of Equestria. Nimbus must confront the challenges he faced at the Wonderbolt Academy again as a cadet in Aviator Training School. ATS, however, has its own unique set of challenges, and predictions of the return of an ancient evil known only as "Nightmare Moon" are beginning to surface, throwing Equestria into a state of anxiety. Through all of this, can Nimbus persevere? Set approximately one year before the events of "Friendship is Magic," in a slightly altered reality, this story marks a new start for a character who's been waiting for his full story to emerge. This is that story.

Published 2013-06-07 19:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-15 08:26:18 UTC

Prologue: Closing Doors

Prologue: Closing Doors

The dry rasp the paper made as it was pushed across the polished oak desk cut through the silence, ringing in Nimbus’s ears like an alarm bell. The orange and black Pegasus didn’t dare look down at it as he held the position of attention, rigid as a board in his Wonderbolts Cadet uniform. Instead, he kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, staring at the golden-yellow pony sitting on the other side of the desk, resplendent in her Wonderbolt dress uniform. She stared back, emotionless, until she finally spoke.

“I assume you know by now what this is, Cadet Nimbus?”

“Yes ma’am,” the orange and black Pegasus responded, not moving. The Wonderbolt behind the desk sighed.

“Stand at ease, cadet, and look at that paper. Tell me what you see.”

Nimbus loosened his legs and turned his gaze towards the paper. It was an orders sheet- he’d recognize the format anywhere- and as such, there wasn’t much to see- mostly just official jargon. Two words stood out, however: below the main paragraph, the words “retain” and “disenroll” were written in large, bold font. “Disenroll” was circled with a red pen. Nimbus’s heart sank.

“Ma’am, these are my official orders regarding my disenrollment from the Wonderbolt Academy.”

The Wonderbolt nodded, standing up and walking around her desk to stand next to Nimbus. She sized him up briefly, searching for what to say next. Nimbus thought he could see something like sorrow in her eyes, but he didn’t want to presume anything. He certainly wasn’t in a position to do so.

“Your observation was spot-on,” the Wonderbolt said at last, “I’d expect nothing less of a cadet. You realize by now, then, that the only reason you’re talking to me right now is that you are going to leave the Academy. You made some mistakes, and you did not recover from them. This is not acceptable for a Wonderbolt. Can you tell me where you went wrong?”

Nimbus stared down the yellow Wonderbolt, almost choking. “Well, I… I, uh…”

“You failed the Dizzitron exam. Three times. As I recall, we have a three strikes and you’re out policy, which is considerably generous. We gave you two chances to correct your mistakes and you did nothing. This alone is not terribly serious. We’ve disenrolled other cadets who simply didn’t have the flying ability to pass, but do you recall taking your flying aptitude test before entering?”

Nimbus nodded as the Wonderbolt began to pace. “You passed the aptitude test with one of the highest scores we’ve ever seen here. On a scale of one to fifty, you achieved a forty-eight. That’s near Wonderbolt material already, so when you fail three Dizzitrons in a row, I see a red flag going up. Someone with your abilities should be passing these with ease. My diagnosis- you were lazy, and you rested on your laurels. You figured you were already capable of taking whatever we could throw at you, and you didn’t bother to prepare because of that. I’d wager that you didn’t even read the chapter of your maneuvers book on how to recover from a Dizzitron spin, did you?”

Nimbus looked at the ground. He couldn’t even bring himself to meet the Wonderbolt’s eyes anymore. “No, ma’am, I did not.”

“I thought so,” the Wonderbolt continued. “Nimbus- I really don’t want to be here talking to you right now. I want you out there with the rest of the cadets, flying around. When the decision was made to disenroll you, I fought for you. I wanted to give you another chance- a waiver maybe, but some things are beyond my power entirely. Regardless of whether you’ve learned from your mistakes or not, these are the consequences you suffer.” The yellow pony walked back to Nimbus, lowering her voice to a solemn tone. “At this point, you will turn in your Wonderbolt pin. Tradition dictates that I do this myself. I can’t even imagine how painful this is going to be to you. Just… try to ignore it.”

Nimbus gritted his teeth as the gleaming, metallic pin was removed from his uniform. Losing it was like losing a part of himself. He’d been stripped of everything he’d earned entering the Academy in one single moment. The pony placed the pin on her desk, then turned back to Nimbus.

“What are your plans now?” she asked simply.

“Major Spitfire, I will-“

“Please,” the Wonderbolt cut him off, “you’re not a Wonderbolt anymore. There’s no reason to use the usual customs and courtesies. It’s just ‘Spitfire’ now.”

“Alright,” Nimbus said, collecting himself, “well- I understand why I’ve failed, I think. My goal is the same, though. I want to fly in service to Equestria. I’m going to follow my backup plan- applying to the Royal Equestrian Air College.”

Spitfire nodded. “I see. REAC is a good school. There’s an Aviator Training School located there as well.”

“Yes ma’am,” Nimbus said, nodding, “and I’m going to apply for it.”

“Then allow me to share some advice with you,” Spitfire said, “here, at the Academy, you’re guaranteed a place in the Royal Equestrian Air Force when you graduate. At REAC, that’s not the same. It’s an Aviator Training School, so you’ll be competing with your classmates for slots. Being middle of the pack isn’t good enough. You’re really going to have to work to give them a reason to choose you over somepony else, especially with this disenrollment on your record.”

“I understand,” Nimbus said, “but I’m ready to try.”

Spitfire shook her head. “Trying’s not good enough. You need to be confident enough that once that year-long program is over, you will be an REAF Aviator.”

“I will, ma’am,” Nimbus said. Spitfire took her place behind her desk once again.

“If you say you will, then I’m going to hold you to that. The pressure is on now, Nimbus. Do you have the power to change? To become a new pony? I can’t answer those questions. You’ll simply have to find out. All I know is that I for one believe you can. Whether I believe it or not is, of course, irrelevant. You need to prove to me, and most of all yourself, that you have the commitment to stick with the goal you’ve set for yourself.” Spitfire placed Nimbus’s Wonderbolt pin in a drawer, shutting it away, then looked back at the former cadet. “Any last questions?”

Nimbus shook his head.

“You are dismissed, then,” Spitfire said.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” Nimbus responded, saluting as per custom. He was grateful when he finally turned his back on Spitfire. She wouldn’t have to see the single tear that was brimming in his left eye. As he walked outside, he could see the other cadets practicing aerobatics, all well on their way to becoming masters of speed and precision. Nimbus felt a pang of grief knowing now that he could not be one of them. He stepped into the carriage that was waiting for him just outside Spitfire’s office with a heavy heart. Yet somewhere within, he could also sense a flame- a flame of determination. It was small, almost undetectable, but it was there nonetheless, eager to try again. As Nimbus secured his belongings inside the carriage and sat down, he knew that this didn’t have to be the end. To him, it was a new beginning- a clean slate.

And he intended to make the most of it.

San Palomino

San Palomino

San Palomino Air Base
REAF Field Training
One year later…

Nimbus stood under the shower head, letting water flow over his sore, fatigued body. The water was cold, and as always was a shock to his system, but he didn’t care. It was liquid, and right now that was all that mattered. He opened his mouth, letting some of the water flow in, and gulped down a mouthful of the stuff, letting his eyes close as he enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.

“Hey buddy, save some for us, okay?”

Nimbus looked towards the voice that had called him. Peering over the stall next to him was the head of a dark blue Pegasus, grinning like a lunatic. Nimbus shook his head and grinned. “You know they said we weren’t supposed to talk in the shower, right Storm Runner?”

“To hay with that!” Storm Runner said, “we’re only stuck on this Celestia-forsaken base in the middle of nowhere for one more day! That’s worth celebrating, isn’t it?”

A cry of “hey you- the jabberjaws in the showers- hurry up!” sounded from the back of the line of ponies waiting their turns to get into the shower and Nimbus ducked back down.

“Oops,” he said, grinning sheepishly as he cleaned himself up. Storm Runner had been right, of course. Today marked the last day of official training activities for Nimbus’s Field Training, part of his introduction to the Aviator Training School at the Royal Equestrian Air College. The training consisted of five weeks of hellish mental and physical tests, each designed to both push the new recruits to their limits and develop their teamwork characteristics. Nimbus could still remember the day well when he bid his parents goodbye to board the carriage for San Palomino. He remembered most vividly the worry in their eyes. They’d tried to hide it of course, behind genuine smiles, but when he’d left that day, Nimbus knew that the only way to completely convince his parents that he wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes he’d made at the Wonderbolts Academy was with results. He’d made up his mind then and there to deliver said results as soon as possible.

Field Training had been tough from the start, and all of the incoming cadets hit the ground galloping. Literally. The cadre in charge of training had sent them on a five mile run only an hour after the carriage ride. For most of the cadets, the run was made even harder by the fact that they weren’t used to such a hot and arid climate. Several ponies threw up. At least two fainted. Nimbus was determined not to be one of them, and managed to avoid either fate, but just barely. He was used to the somewhat cooler climate of Hollow Shades, where he’d lived for most of his life, and moving down here, away from the cool valley breezes of his home, was quite a shock. Nonetheless, he’d forced himself to adapt, along with the rest of his fellow cadets, and his efforts had paid off. Despite weeks of obstacle courses, endurance gallops, wing-ups, and basic field training, he’d made it to the end. According to the final tally, at least ten cadets did not. Nimbus had felt sorry for each one as they left. He knew the pain of leaving a dream behind. It was this, however, which forced him to continue, and it was for this reason that he was here now.

Nimbus left the water running, out of courtesy for the shower’s next occupant. The showers tended to warm up after a steady water flow for five minutes or so, and it was the polite thing to do. He toweled himself off next to Storm Runner, who was cheerfully whistling a tune of some sort. Nimbus didn’t know how the guy did it. He hadn’t seen Storm Runner upset at any point during the entire five weeks. He’d made up his mind after the third week to ask him what his secret was, to which Storm Runner replied “what? You don’t think this is fun, too?”

Assuming Storm Runner had been putting on a false display of courage, Nimbus avoided him for a while. Braggarts never sat well with him, and he felt Storm Runner would be no different. As time went on, though, Nimbus had begun to realize that the pony was just seriously happy all the time, and the two of them started to develop a brotherhood of sorts. Nimbus had been told that Field Training usually had that effect on most ponies.

“So,” he said, once he was finished drying off, “back to the campus tomorrow afternoon, eh?”

Storm Runner stopped his whistling. “Yeah, we finally get to start normal college. It’s gonna be awesome!”

“Have you had a good look around the place yet?” Nimbus asked. “I only saw it for about five minutes before they herded me onto the carriage to come here.”

“Oh yeah,” Storm Runner replied. “I got there a day early for a tour. Wonderful place. You know when they built it, they hacked off the top of a mountain in the Unicorn Range. You don’t really appreciate how high up you are until you look down sometime. And a couple of the campus buildings are actually connected with bridges. I guess building a college on the top of a mountain requires a bit of creativity.”

“I guess so,” Nimbus said, folding his towel up and placing it in his saddle bag. “Well, I’m heading back to my room. See you tomorrow!”

Storm Runner chuckled. “Like you have a choice. We’re in the same flight.* If you don’t see me tomorrow, something’s probably gone wrong.”

Laughing, Nimbus exited the bathroom and headed for his bunk. He finished up the rest of his nightly duties quickly, brushing his teeth and preparing his bed in the manner he’d been instructed to for the past few weeks. It’d be nice to finally have a change of pace for once. For him, of course, that change of pace would bring just as much challenge as Field Training. This time, though, instead of working to keep up with the daily exercises, he’d be trying to keep his head above academic water. As the lights went out in the bunk room, Nimbus closed his eyes, still working out just how he was going to keep ahead of his academics in the coming year. It was going to be a restless night.

…

“Wake up, wake up! Did you think we were done with you yet?!”

Nimbus sat bolt upright and slid out of his bunk, floating to the ground as he’d done so many times already in Field Training. The cadre were galloping around, pounding on whatever objects they felt would make the loudest noise, urging the confused ponies to get up and out as fast as possible. Nimbus had no clue what was going on. There wasn’t supposed to be training on the last day, yet the cadre were still waking everypony up as usual. Galloping into the hallway, he saw Storm Runner and shot him a questioning glance. Storm Runner responded with a shrug, and bolted downstairs. Nimbus followed him and ran down the stairs and out of the barracks, to his flight’s form-up spot. Nimbus took his place at the front right corner of the square of ponies. He’d earned the position of element leader during the first week. It wasn’t necessarily an enviable position, as it had earned him plenty of extra attention from the occasional cadre walking by, but he still considered earning it a small victory.

Standing at rigid attention, Nimbus didn’t dare look anywhere other than straight ahead. The world around him was a sea of moving bodies, and the yelling of the cadre was everywhere, drilling into his ears. He noticed without much enthusiasm that they’d once again been woken up before the sun’s rise. He’d joked around once about writing princess Celestia a letter asking her to raise the sun a little earlier. It’d all been in jest, of course, but some days it seemed somewhat practical. Today was one such day.

“Flight, tench-hut!”

Nimbus was snapped out of his morning daydreams with the arrival of his flight commander- a grey earth pony wearing a black beret. He stood in front of the group of tired, bedraggled ponies, fixing his steely gaze upon them, until another voice cut through the morning air.

“Groups!”

Nimbus instantly froze. The voice was that of the group commander- the pony essentially in charge of training. She’d only spoken to them on two occasions- once during the beginning of Field Training and once sometime in the middle- and both times she’d been rather upset, to say the least.

Her call was echoed by cries of “squadrons!” and “flights!” as per custom, to which she responded with “tench- hut!” If any pony hadn’t been at the position of attention before, they were most certainly there now. Nimbus listened intently, waiting to see what would come next.

“Cadets,” the group commander began, “the last time I spoke to you, I was disappointed. You were not a team, and you were disappointing me at every turn. I told you that you’d have two more weeks to prove yourselves to me. Those two weeks are up, and now it’s time for me to decide if you really are ready to advance in your training. You don’t believe I can extend your training? Think again. This is my call and mine alone. That said, it’s time for me to reveal what I think of you. In the past two weeks…” she paused, letting the tension hang, “you have not only met my expectations but exceeded them. You’ve learned what it means to be a team. I’ve done my job, but your work is far from over. When I formally complete your training, you will move on to the academic year. I assure you that its challenges will be no less difficult than those you faced here. I expect your teamwork to continue through the next year until graduation, and I want to see each and every one of you at graduation- yes, I will in fact be there. I know this won’t happen. Every year we lose some good ponies to the pressures of academics, but I want you- I’m expecting you- to watch over each other and help your comrades out.” She paused for a moment, then finished. “That’s all I have for you. Good luck, and I now consider your training complete.” The group commander stood tall and saluted. The rest of the chain of command turned towards the cadets and followed suit. Nimbus felt pride swelling up inside- the kind of pride he hadn’t felt since he entered the Wonderbolts Academy a year ago.

“Cadets, at rest,” the group commander ordered. Slowly, as if unsure what to do with their new freedom, the cadets began to shift out of their formations, mingling with each other. Within moments, they were everywhere, chattering excitedly and swapping stories. Nimbus smiled. Field Training was over. Now his real challenge could begin. Nimbus spotted Storm Runner telling some more than likely embellished tale to a group of cadets from another school and hurried over to listen. There would be time on the carriage ride later to think over his future. For now, it was time to celebrate.

*a "flight" is an organized group of ponies, in this case. Two or more flights make up a squadron.

Red Carpet

Red Carpet

A jolt bumped Nimbus out of his sleep. He’d been practically unconscious for most of the carriage ride now. He and the rest of his REAC classmates had departed San Palomino Air Base an hour ago, all in high spirits but also equally exhausted. It had taken Nimbus less than five minutes to pass out. Storm Runner had been counting.

Nimbus stirred and pulled himself up as another jolt rocked the carriage. Turbulence, no doubt. His suspicions were confirmed when he glanced out the window. The carriage, pulled by two Pegasi, was beginning a slow climb between several mountains, and the mountain winds were buffeting it every so often. Nimbus took in the beautiful sight. White, snow-capped peaks glistened in the afternoon sun, and from here, he could even see wisps of snow, driven by the breeze. Finally, he peeled himself away from the sight to have a look around the carriage. Storm Runner was the only other pony awake. Go figure.

“So you’ve rejoined the land of the living?” Storm Runner quipped, “I envy you. All of that ‘snooze you lose’ stuff is a pile of manure. I’d love to be able to sleep right now. I’m just way too excited.”

Nimbus stretched out and reclined as much as he could on his bench. “Storm Runner, you’re excited about everything.”

Storm Runner nodded. “This is true.” He struck a noble pose “for it is my blessing, and my curse.”

Nimbus chuckled at his friend’s antics and turned his attention back to the window. Something caught his eye- a shape that didn’t belong in nature. It was a mountain with a flat-topped peak. Nimbus instantly became more alert.

“I see the campus!” he said, “it’s on our left side! We’ll be there in no time at all!”

Several ponies began to stir, mumbling grumpily for Nimbus to be quiet, and the Pegasus grinned sheepishly, turning his attention back out the window. Sure enough, the college was slowly coming into view, emerging from the clouds bit by bit. The main building was huge, with a roof made almost entirely out of glass panes. Smaller buildings dotted the mountaintop nearby, more than likely the living areas, and several bridges crisscrossed between the college and other, smaller peaks where still more buildings and spires were. Nimbus was in awe. He was interrupted from his daydreams by a voice from the front of the carriage. It was one of the Pegasi pulling them.

“Cadets, secure yourselves. We will be passing over the campus at high speed, in accordance with college tradition. Enjoy your red carpet treatment while it lasts.”

Nimbus didn’t know what was going on, but the voice didn’t appear to be joking. He sat back in his seat and fastened his seatbelt. Around him, others were waking up and doing the same, equally clueless. Nimbus craned his neck for a look outside. They were picking up speed now, and the two carriages that had followed them here had taken their places on their left and right. It was a good formation, made even more impressive by the size of the carriages. As a colt, Nimbus had seen formation flying done before, but only between individual Pegasi, not Pegasi pulling large, cumbersome carriages through the air. The best was yet to come, though.

“Hang on!” the voice from before called back. Nimbus barely had time to react as his world turned upside-down. All carriages and carriage-pullers executed sharp high-speed rolls as they passed over the college. Nimbus could hear cheers below and his spirits rose. They were cheering for them! He tried not to take it too seriously- allowing such things to go to one’s head usually turned out to be a recipe for disaster- but he couldn’t help but feel pride swell in him all the same. When the Pegasi banked around, Nimbus started organizing his saddlebag. They’d be landing soon. A few moments later, a soft “thud” confirmed his suspicions. They were on the ground. When they were fully stopped, the carriage door opened and one of the carriage-pullers stuck his head in.

“Follow me,” he said, “and keep quiet. You’ll have time to look around later, but for now there are formalities to attend to.”

Nimbus stepped out after the Pegasus. From the ground, the college looked even more massive, and the landscape was simply dazzling. Green grass covered the grounds, dotted with patches of pure, white snow. Other ponies, whom Nimbus presumed to be students, began to gather around, applauding the cadets as they arrived. Nimbus picked his head up a little more, trying to look as confident and dashing as possible while maintaining an air of humility. Storm Runner, who trotted along beside him, was doing the exact opposite. The blue Pegasus , it appeared, had unleashed his inner rockstar and was pulling every trick in the book, from bowing to nodding, to waggling eyebrows at a few mares. The guy had only been here for less than a minute and he was popular already. Nimbus could see the Pegasus escorting them getting somewhat perturbed at being unable to do anything. While Storm Runner was certainly taking things lightly, he technically hadn’t broken any rules. The stallion hadn’t uttered a single word. Nimbus laughed silently to himself and diverted his attention back towards the college. A snow-white Pegasus mare was headed in their direction, and she carried herself with authority. While he didn’t know who she was, Nimbus decided that she was rather important, and that behaving like Storm Runner at this point wouldn’t necessarily be wise.

“Good afternoon, Captain,” the mare said to the escort Pegasus, who saluted in return.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. I present you with this year’s cadets. They have excelled through the rigors of Field Training and are anxious to prove their dedication to Equestria through their studiousness here.”

“So I can see,” the mare said, raising an eyebrow at Storm Runner, who was currently occupied with copying down the room address of a blue-eyed Unicorn. The white mare saluted the Pegasus, then turned to the cadets as the escort Pegasus walked away.

“Cadets, welcome to the Royal Equestrian Air College. I am Winter Breeze, the college’s Primicerius.” Several eyebrows went up, and Winter Breeze smiled. “Understandably, many of you are probably confused. You’ll find that many of our customs here are quite old, and go back long before Equestria was even founded. As Primicerius, I am tasked with ensuring that your education prepares you to be beneficial citizens of Equestria, and in your case, some of our nation’s finest warriors. In short, you could say that I run things around here. If you’ll follow me, I’d like to explain the history behind this college.”

Winter Breeze turned and headed towards the main building. The rest of the cadets followed, and Nimbus managed to drop in line next to Storm Runner, who was bidding his blue-eyed “marefriend” a cheery goodbye.

“Did you catch any of what Winter Breeze said?” Nimbus asked as Storm Runner tucked the Unicorn’s room number into his saddlebag.

“Nope,” Storm Runner admitted, “but I’m sure I’ll figure it out as we go along.”

Winter Breeze led the ponies through two great double doors into the main hall. Nimbus’s breath was taken away by the sheer immensity of the place. The college had looked large from the outside; from the inside, it seemed impossibly big. Pillars carved out of what appeared to be the very mountain’s stone and marble trim covered the vast expanse of the interior. The place looked ancient, and yet it appeared as if it had never aged a day.

“This is the Great Hall,” Winter Breeze said, stopping once all of the cadets had filed in. “When Equestria was founded, Commander Hurricane herself took its defense under her responsibility. This building was once a fortress. Towards the end of her days, Commander Hurricane realized that Equestria needed a college dedicated to educating ponies about the skies of her homeland, and training those who wished to defend them. The college was born as Equestria’s borders widened and forced this fortress farther from potential battlefields. It grew around the fortress, until it became what you see today. By now, of course, you’ve noticed that not all of the ponies here are cadets. The college specializes in providing education for those interested in seeking knowledge about our skies. We’ve trained weather specialists, farmers, even a few of Celestia’s own royal guard.”

“Commander Hurricane?” Storm Runner whispered, “even I didn’t know that.”

“You serious?” Nimbus joked, “I thought you knew everything about this place. You took the tour, right?”

“Please refrain from interrupting me,” Winter Breeze called out over the cadets. Nimbus instantly shut his mouth. Though the Primicerius wasn’t looking at him directly, he felt she knew exactly who had spoken out of turn.

“We’ll work our way towards the dormitories, where you will begin registration,” Winter Breeze continued, “keep up, and-“ she looked directly at Nimbus, “-try to avoid drawing too much attention to yourselves.”

Nimbus gulped. She’d caught him after all.

“To your right is the dining hall, like the main hall, it is completely unchanged structurally, and we have only added modern appliances for the benefit of our students. It is open three times a day, and you may check the schedule yourselves. We must move quickly; there is much more to see.”

…

Nimbus stopped in front of a white door marked “104,” consulting a sheet of paper he’d been carrying around in his saddlebag. He turned around.

“This is it,” he said. Storm Runner, the pony who’d been following him, nodded.

“Open ‘er up, then, Nimbus! Let’s see what we got!”

Nimbus cracked open the door and stepped inside. Like the rest of the campus, the floor was marble. A bed was set next to both the left and the right walls, the frame of which was completely built out of stone. Nimbus winced. The architecture was incredible- the stonework seemed carved from the mountain- but the beds looked less than comfortable. Still, he decided to say nothing. Storm Runner, on the other hand, was considerably more vocal about the situation.

“What is this? I have to sleep on a bunch of rocks for the next year?* Field Training I could understand, but this is ridiculous!”

“Well they did provide mattresses,” Nimbus pointed out helpfully. “It’s not like you’ll be sleeping on bare stone. Besides- we’re actually quite lucky. This is the oldest living hall on campus. It’s possible some legendary warrior Pegasus slept on that same bed. Heck, maybe Commander Hurricane herself did!”

Storm Runner turned his gaze solemnly out the window towards the sky. “In that case, dear Commander Hurricane, I must say that I fully respect you, but your choice of beds is laughable.”

“Oh come on, it’s not so bad,” Nimbus said, “here, I’ll show you.” Nimbus flared his wings and launched himself into the air in a perfect belly flop, landing on his bed with a sound somewhere between a comfortable “poof” and a somewhat less comfortable-sounding “splat.”

“Ow,” Nimbus said, his voice muffled by the mattress, “that actually kind of hurt. Remind me not to question your judgment when it comes to furniture quality.”

Storm Runner laughed and started going through his saddlebag, pulling out odds and ends. “You know what, Nimbus? You and me are gonna get along just fine as roommates for the year.”

“You mean if we don’t destroy half the school first,” Nimbus pointed out, pulling himself up and remaking his bed.

Storm Runner shrugged. “If it’s the half with these terrible beds, I think we’ll have done the sleeping community a favor. I don’t have a problem with that.”

Smiling, Nimbus sat down on his newly-made bed, taking out a few pictures his family had sent with him- reminders of the support he had back home. Storm Runner took note of this and sat back in a study chair, taking a brief break from his unpacking.

“So Nimbus,” he said finally, “what made you join up? I mean going Aviator isn’t easy, that’s for sure.”

Nimbus sighed, feeling his hear sink. He’d hoped to avoid this subject for as long as possible. Still, he couldn’t just lie. Storm Runner had to know the truth. “I came here from the Wonderbolt Academy, actually,” he said at last, “I was disenrolled.”

Storm Runner’s eyes went wide. “What are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke? Dude, you were kicking flank left and right during Field Training! Why would the Wonderbolts want to kick you out?”

“Because I made some big mistakes, and I got arrogant,” Nimbus admitted. “I thought the moment I walked in I had everything in the bag. Failing my first Dizzitron exam? I figured I was just having a bad day. Never occurred to me the second and third time I failed that if I’d just cracked the books open and done some reading I’d have passed easily. When Spitfire shut away my Wonderbolt pin, it was just…” Nimbus felt a tear slide down his cheek and he looked up. Storm Runner seemed positively devastated.

“What about you?” Nimbus sniffed, trying to change the subject. “What drew you to the service?”

Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, Storm Runner stood proudly, gazed about the room dramatically, then fixed Nimbus with a steely gaze.

“Mares,” he said, not blinking or breaking his serious expression even once. Despite his recent recollections, Nimbus lost himself again and started laughing. Storm Runner joined in as well. The two laughed for at least a minute straight before Storm Runner stopped.

“Okay,” he said, “jokes aside, I did it for my family. You know my dad fought in the Griffon War a few years ago- came back home, and I was born a year later. When I learned that the Royal Equestrian Air Force was our country’s biggest deterrent against those damn Griffons, I had to be a part of it. I can’t see Equestria fall into war again, and I can’t see my family come under fire. That’s the truth, plain and simple.”

“That’s noble,” Nimbus said, nodding, “not many ponies have the kind of motivation you do, it seems.”

“Nor do they share your determination,” Storm Runner countered, then shook his head. “Aw, look what you’ve done. You’re getting me all sentimental. Let’s get some chow before my condition gets any worse.”

“Lead the way,” Nimbus laughed. “Classes start tomorrow; maybe we can figure out where those are on the way.”

“We’ll do that after we eat,” Storm Runner said, closing the door behind Nimbus as the orange Pegasus exited the room, “I’m so hungry right now I’d probably be willing to eat a few rocks if it’d fill me up.”

Sighing, Nimbus gave his roommate a friendly shove and led the way out of the dorm.

“Of course,” Storm Runner added under his breath, “eating rocks is probably still better than sleeping on ‘em.”

First Day

First Day

“Beep, beep, beep…”

The alarm clock’s incessant beeping jolted Nimbus out of the first peaceful slumber he’d had in a while. Reacting just as he would have in Field Training, Nimbus rolled out of bed and started getting his things together as quickly as possible.

“For the love of Celestia, Nimbus, shut that alarm clock off before I kill it,” Storm Runner called out from under his covers.

“Nope,” Nimbus said, “not until you get up and out of bed! We have class in two hours!”

“That’s two more hours I could use to sleep!” Storm Runner protested, sliding out of bed, “I consider that some very useful time!”

“Not on our first day,” Nimbus countered, tossing Storm Runner his saddlebag, “we need to get to class early. Besides- it’ll be fun. We’ve got Aviator Training School Practical Operations first thing!”

“Prac Ops, yeah,” Storm Runner said, “sounds like a hoot.”

Nimbus caught the sarcasm in his voice. “In other words, that’s where we learn how to dogfight and go on patrols and such.”

Storm Runner’s bleary eyes were wide open now. “Oh, you mean- never mind. I must have misheard you… yeah. Just a misunderstanding. Let’s get to class!”

…

Nimbus and Storm Runner were the first two ponies in class when they arrived. The Practical Operations building was located on a peak just next to their living quarters, as it turned out, and all they’d had to do was cross a single bridge to get there. The classroom itself was quite small, but the building was anything but. The entire building was dedicated entirely to prac ops, and it boasted a gymnasium, an indoor obstacle course, and several training areas. This was clearly the “hooves on” class.

Storm Runner glowered at Nimbus as he lowered himself into his seat, nodding his head at the clock on the wall. They still had half an hour before class was scheduled to start. Shrugging, Nimbus smiled back at this friend and chose his own seat, taking out what he felt he’d need for class. As time passed, more ponies began to enter, and before long the class was completely full. The noise of excited, chattering ponies was almost overwhelmingly loud, and Nimbus almost didn’t notice as a grey Unicorn entered the room from the front, wearing the rank and insignia of a REAF Officer.

“Room, tench-hut!” Nimbus barked, and instantly he and his fellow cadets snapped to attention. The Unicorn put a few things away in his desk at the front of the classroom and turned to the cadets.

“Excellent job, to whoever caught that. Don’t think that just because Field Training’s over you don’t have to call the room to attention when an officer enters. At ease, and take your seats, please.”

Nimbus lowered himself down into his seat, feeling rather proud of himself as the Unicorn went on.

“I’m Lieutenant Colonel Dusk Shine,” he said, pacing around the front of the room as he spoke, “and as you can clearly see, though I am not a Pegasus, I am in fact a member of the Royal Equestrian Air Force. Why? Well, let me be the first to tell you that there’s much more to the Air Force than what you hear about. Aviators, weather specialists, the few of us who become Royal Guards… these are just the tip of the iceberg. Before I came here, I was a combat analyst. By the time I was stationed here, I had a pretty firm understanding of what makes Equestria’s armed forces tick, and it’s my goal that every last one of you becomes an effective warrior of the air. Yes, I cannot fly. Is this going to hinder me? No. We will study historic dogfights that will make even your heads spin in here, and you will receive what I believe is top-quality training at one of Equestria’s primary flight schools. Listen up, do your studying, and participate, and I can guarantee that this class will benefit you.”

Dusk Shine turned to a closet near his desk and unlocked it, opening the door. “Inside here is the first step you will take to becoming the best batch of cadets Equestria’s ever seen. Because Aviator Training School is a military organization, you will all wear uniforms. All we’ll be doing in class today will be fitting you and issuing you your uniforms and items required for class. Now please come to me as I call your name.”

Nimbus relaxed slightly in his seat. Today wouldn’t be terribly difficult at all. As he leaned back, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around. Storm Runner was waiting for him.

“Dogfights and patrols, eh?”

“Oh shut it,” Nimbus countered, “you can’t really expect that we’ll be getting up in the air on day one.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just messin’ with you,” Storm Runner said.

“Cadet Nimbus.”

"And I've been summoned, it seems." The orange Pegasus looked at Storm Runner apologetically, slid out of his seat and headed to the front of the room where he was directed into the fitting room. He was brought before a white Unicorn with a curly purple mane first, who instantly began measuring him from head to hoof with a speed that would have shamed even the fastest fliers.

“I do hope you’ll stand still better than the last cadet who came through here,” she mumbled, wrapping a tape measure tight around Nimbus’s stomach, “he was falling all over the place, terrible coordination.”

“You won’t have that problem with me, ma’am,” Nimbus replied, trying not to gasp as the tape measure went around his neck. The Unicorn looked unconvinced.

“Well that’s what the last stallion said as well, and I already told you how he turned out,” she passed Nimbus a clipboard with a few measurements jotted down, “take this to the next station and have a splendid day, as I’m sure you Air Force types do.”

“And you as well,” Nimbus added as the mare went back to her work. Grumpy much? He thought to himself as he moved on and started collecting his required items in his oversize saddlebag. By the time he was done, he felt he was carrying his own body weight in issued gear. Storm Runner just laughed as Nimbus walked by under instructions to head back to his room and put away his things before returning. Nimbus had the last laugh, though, as he returned just in time to watch Storm Runner fall into the same predicament. When the last Pegasus returned, Dusk Shine returned to the front of the room.

“Cadets, I’m not going to lie. You will never see another day as easy as today was. I want to see every single one of you fly over our parade field at graduation. Yes, that is a tradition, and no, I’m not going to tell you about it now. You need to earn that honor. Unfortunately, statistics tell me that several of you will inevitably quit before this year is out. I want you to prove those numbers wrong. I want you to show our country and even Celestia herself that you can take any challenge in your way and overcome it through teamwork. Am I clear?”

A resounding cry of “yes sir!” echoed through the class. Dusk Shine nodded.

“Cadets, you are dismissed. I will see you all tomorrow at the same time as today. Be ready to work.”

Nimbus hefted his saddlebag and headed out the door behind Storm Runner. "So that mare who was measuring everypony was a jerk, don't you think?" he asked, catching up and falling into a steady trot next to the blue Pegasus.

"I can't really blame her," Storm Runner replied, "do you know who she is?"

"No," Nimbus replied, "should I?"

"Well," Storm Runner shrugged, "in all honesty, probably not, but my sister was always into fashion magazines, and apparently that mare back there is one of Ponyville's up and coming designers."

"Up and coming designer or not, she could use a chill pill or two," Nimbus said, "but anyway- what's your next class?"

“Equestrian History,” Storm Runner replied, rolling his eyes, “which is probably going to be extremely boring.”

“Oh I wouldn’t say anything yet,” Nimbus countered, taking his schedule out of his saddlebag and holding it up with his teeth. Storm Runner studied it for a moment and started laughing.

“Okay, I take it back. My next class is a picnic compared to that!”

“Tell me about it,” Nimbus grumbled, “I think I’d rather shove a pencil through my eye than sit through Accelerated Officer Education.”

“Yeah,” Storm Runner replied as the two walked across the bridge back to the main hall, “math, language, and science all rolled into one class. And I don’t have to do it until later!”

“You still have to do it, though,” Nimbus pointed out.

“Can it,” Storm Runner said, “let’s just get some lunch.”

…

As Nimbus had predicted, Accelerated Officer Education was nothing but dull. He’d found himself sitting in his desk for an hour and a half while his teacher read over the year’s syllabus. Adding to the situation, he’d just had lunch, and was on the verge of falling asleep. The instructor had been nice enough, Nimbus supposed. She was a female Earth Pony who was clearly very well-read. Nimbus’s only gripe was that the mare seemed to deem it necessary to explain everything in excruciating detail. When class was finally dismissed, Nimbus winked at Storm Runner as they passed by each other.

“You’ll love it,” he said, grinning slyly, “Accelerated Officer Education is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yeah, sure sounds like it,” Storm Runner said, picking up on the sarcasm, “but hey- don’t give up on your day just yet. You might actually like History.”

Nimbus shook his head and headed on his way to his Equestrian History class. The class was located on a nearby peak, and the bridge leading to it actually transitioned into a flight of stairs, spiraling around the peak until they reached the spire-shaped building. The architecture caught Nimbus’s eye instantly. This hadn’t been done recently. The stonework resembled that of the main hall, and when he finally reached the top of the stairs, the tower which housed the class only confirmed his suspicion. It was nothing if not tall, and while its design was quite plain, it looked solid; certainly strong enough to withstand an attack.

Nimbus headed inside and took a seat, gazing around at the classroom’s décor. A small staircase ran up the wall on one side, leading to a door with a gold name plate on it. While Nimbus couldn’t make out the name on it, he felt it was safe to assume it was the instructor’s office. The rest of the tower’s interior was covered in artifacts of all sorts, ranging from the days of Equestria’s founding to recent history. At the front of the classroom, a large mural overlooked all of the desks. On it, Equestria’s history appeared to be detailed. Nimbus could make out several characters from stories he’d heard as a colt- Discord the Draconequus, Princess Celestia- Equestria’s ruler, shadowy pony-like figures he guessed were the “Dark Ones,” strange creatures shrouded in mystery that had supposedly existed since the dawn of time. He’d never liked those stories. According to his parents, the Dark Ones could change their form at will, and preyed upon happiness. Nopony had seen them for a long time, of course, so their existence had become something of an old mare’s tale, which still hadn’t stopped Nimbus from sleeping with a few lights on when he heard about them.

Speaking of old mare’s tales… Nimbus thought as his gaze rested upon one of the most famous pieces of pony folklore ever to be passed down- the Mare in the Moon. Her depiction was simple- just the shadow of a mare’s profile visible on the moon. He remembered her story well. The mare’s identity was unknown; some stories claimed that she’d defied Celestia. Others claimed that she’d killed Celestia’s sister- Princess Luna- almost one thousand years ago. All seemed to have a nugget of truth to them. Celestia’s sister had, in fact, disappeared, and Celestia had never personally spoken of the mare in the moon. As a result, Nimbus had always found this tale to be slightly more believable than the others.

“Class, tench-hut!”

Startled, Nimbus jumped out of his seat and snapped to attention. He’d been daydreaming, and hadn’t even noticed as an elderly, tan Pegasus trotted down the stairs and into the classroom. The Pegasus said nothing, fixing the class with a steely glare from the front of the room where he stopped. Nimbus gulped. Just how scary could History get?

The Pegasus kept up his act for almost a minute, then broke into a wide grin. “Please sit down,” he said, “and please- don’t worry. This class isn’t meant to scare you. I just enjoy watching your reactions after coming straight out of Field Training.” The pony started walking through the class as the students took their seats, talking as he went.

“Furthermore, there’s no need to call the class to attention. My days of service are long behind me. My name is Polaris. I am a veteran of the Griffon War, I am fifty-seven years old, and I guarantee you that those two things put together can be a dangerous combination. If you want to hear about the war, I will most likely talk your ear off. You have been warned. I’ve also been fascinated by the history of this great country, and I will try my best, so help me Celestia, to impart that fascination onto you in this class. We’ll begin lesson one today.”

The class immediately began taking out books, but Polaris waved his hoof. “No, no books. As much as I’m sure you want to read some top-quality textbooks after taking Accelerated Officer Education, we won’t be using those much here. Relax. Today, we’re just going over the basics- you won’t hear anything today you don’t already know…”

Nimbus listened intently as Polaris spent the next hour and a half talking about the basic milestones of Equestrian History. He’d been right, of course. Most of the things Polaris said, Nimbus had learned a long time ago, but to hear him actually talk about it… Nimbus didn’t know what exactly the old Pegasus was doing, but somehow he managed to explain things in a way that was actually interesting, painting vivid verbal descriptions and talking about events as if he’d been there. When the Pegasus finally dismissed the class, Nimbus found himself surprised that he actually wanted to hear more. As he turned to leave, Polaris spoke.

“Cadet Nimbus, is it? Would you mind staying back for a moment?”

Nimbus froze. While he’d never been much of a troublemaker back in grade school, he’d always assumed that staying late was never a good thing. Still, it was better to comply now than disobey. He turned around and trotted over to Polaris warily. “Sir?”

Polaris chuckled. “Relax, Nimbus. And please don’t call me sir. Have I taught you nothing today? We’re all friends here.”

“Yes s- I mean, yes, Polaris,” Nimbus said, nodding. “It’s just kind of a hard habit to break.”

“I understand perfectly,” Polaris said. “Now, I understand that you attended the Wonderbolt Academy before this, correct?”

“Yes,” Nimbus replied, feeling his hear sink.

“Oh I’m not going to reprimand you,” Polaris reassured him, “we all make mistakes, and I do not want to make your life harder. I simply wanted to know if you’re feeling alright. Something like that is hard to shake off.”

“I’ll be fine,” Nimbus said after a moment. “If anything… my drive to succeed is greater now. I made a promise to Spitfire while I was there that I’d graduate this program as an Aviator, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Tartarus itself won’t stop me.”

Polaris stood back, sizing up the young Pegasus. “You sound determined,” he said finally, “and I think you’ve learned your lesson. Nimbus, I want you to know that I have full confidence in you. If you ever need help, do not hesitate to come to me.” Polaris stopped, but had the appearance that he had more to say.

“Did you have something else to say?” Nimbus said.

“Well I did,” Polaris said, “but it’s more of a personal nature; a question for you.”

“You can ask me,” Nimbus said, “I’ve pretty much been swallowing my pride answering personal questions for the last year, so this won’t bother me.”

“Well, it’s about your cutie mark,” Polaris answered. Nimbus gazed back at his flank. He’d never really thought about his cutie mark until Polaris brought it up. The mark was a white arrowhead-type shape turned on its side. The top side of the arrowhead broke off into a stylized wing, while the bottom side tapered down to a point.

“It’s not often I see ponies with an abstract cutie mark design,” Polaris continued, “are you familiar with how a cutie mark is selected?”

Nimbus shook his head. “All I know is that they represent our talents.”

“Exactly,” Polaris replied, “it’s an extremely complicated process, but to shorten it up, our brains fixate on a physical manifestation- an image- of a particular talent for a brief, but intense moment. At that moment, our bodies release a short burst of magic, which transfers the image to the flank via a sort of permanent spell. The entire process is involuntary and takes place in fractions of a second, but that’s how a cutie mark is born.”

“It’s quite fascinating,” Nimbus admitted, “I didn’t know that all ponies had magic.”

“Yes, it’s a common misconception that Unicorns are the only ones,” Polaris went on, “but in fact, they are simply the only race capable of controlling it. They have several magic-sensitive organs that channel their internal magic through their horn, thereby releasing it. But I digress. You see what you’ve done? I’ve almost talked your ear off. My point is that since a cutie mark is based off of a mental image, it’s extremely rare for one to take the form of an abstract pattern. Most manifest as images of concrete, everyday objects.”

Nimbus raised an eyebrow, “I guess that’s odd. I got my cutie mark when I learned to fly.”

“A flight cutie mark? For a Pegasus? Doesn’t that strike you as a bit abnormal?”

“I guess I’d never really thought about it,” Nimbus said, shrugging. “Why do you ask?”

The old Pegasus didn’t answer. Instead, he trotted up next to Nimbus. “You can go soon. I’d just like to see one more thing. Can you extend a wing for me?”

Nimbus raised his left wing and Polaris bent under it, examining its structure. “What exactly are you doing, if I may ask?” Nimbus said.

“Just checking for something,” Polaris said, raising a hoof, “now I want you to close your eyes. And just try to stand still.”

“Okay…” Nimbus said, shutting his eyes. Without warning, he felt a small, needle-like prick on the bottom of his wing, and instantly felt his wing muscles tense, then release. The room was silent for a moment before Polaris spoke again.

“You may open your eyes.”

Nimbus folded his wing to his side. Polaris was staring at him as if he’d seen a ghost. “What did you do?” Nimbus asked, curious.

Polaris showed Nimbus a small needle. “I pricked a nerve cluster on your inner wing. It’s a normal test, completely harmless, but up until now, I have yet to see a pony react to it the way you did.”

“How?” Nimbus pressed.

“Well, most Pegasi have no reaction at all. For others, the wing locks up completely. But you…” Polaris trotted over to a chalkboard and drew out what looked like a teardrop. “This is your wing from the side,” he explained. He then drew another teardrop, but this one was bent, as if trying to take the form of an upside-down “U.” “This is what your wing did when I touched the nerve. For all intents and purposes, it changed shape.”

“Which means?” Nimbus said.

“Which means… well, I must not get too ahead of myself. You’re dismissed for today, Nimbus. As I understand it, there’s going to be a mock dogfight in your Practical Operations class tomorrow, to see how naturally skilled your classmates are. I will be there. If I’m right, your gift might very well be much deeper than just knowing how to fly, and I may know a few tricks to help you unlock that potential.”

“Potential for what?” Nimbus asked.

“Oh don’t worry yourself about it,” Polaris said, “it’s just a theory of mine right now. I’ll explain more if all goes well tomorrow. Good luck!”

“Okay… thanks,” Nimbus said, heading out the door. As he began the trek down to the dining hall for dinner, Polaris’s words echoed in his mind. What made him so different? What did his cutie mark really mean? Nimbus shook his head, clearing his mind as he saw Storm Runner waiting for him at the main hall. He didn’t know what Polaris was up to, but he dismissed his confusion for the time being. After all, there was a dogfight tomorrow, and he intended to win it.

Death from Above

Death From Above

“And you’re sure about this?”

Nimbus nodded in answer to Storm Runner as the two gulped down pancakes in the dining hall. “Polaris told me there’d be a dogfight today in Prac Ops. You ready?”

Storm Runner puffed himself up. “Do I look ready? Nimbus, I kick flank on a daily basis. I was born ready.”

Nimbus smiled as he savored his pancake, drizzled in syrup and covered with a sprinkling of powdered sugar- absolutely delicious. He wolfed the last of his breakfast down and stared off into space, attracting the attention of Storm Runner.

“So now,” the blue Pegasus said between gulps, “the question is- are you ready?”

Nimbus shook his head. “I have no idea. I’ve never been in a dogfight before. Polaris said he’d be watching me, so… I don’t know what that means exactly.”

“Dang,” Storm Runner said, “no pressure or anything.”

“Exactly,” Nimbus agreed as he got to his hooves and wiped his mouth off, “I don’t know why- apparently it has something to do with some test he did on me yesterday.”

Storm Runner raised an eyebrow quizzically. “Test? What kind of test?”

“It was weird,” Nimbus confessed, “he poked my wing with a needle and apparently it did… something. I’m not sure what.”

“Pretty descriptive there,” Storm Runner said drily as he finished his breakfast, “but whatever. Let’s get to class. I promise, for the sake of Polaris- who’s actually really cool, by the way- that I won’t knock you out of the sky too quickly.”

Nimbus smirked. “Oh I wouldn’t be too sure you’ll get the chance at all, my friend. Let’s just see what happens out there.”

…

Nimbus stood alone on a rocky crag, just south of the campus. Polaris hadn’t been kidding. Ten minutes after Dusk Shine entered the classroom, he and the rest of his fellow cadets had been issued TA-3T training flight suits and helmets, had their hooves dipped in several individual colors of “marker” paint, and had been scrambled to various locations in the Unicorn range within ten miles. As Nimbus breathed in the cool morning air, he recalled his teacher’s instructions.

Today, you will participate in a mock dogfight, as a sort of preliminary skills evaluation. I’m not grading this; I just want to see how naturally capable you all are, so I can design the curriculum for the rest of the year accordingly. The rules are simple- tag your opponents with blue paint before they tag you. If you want to make a game out of it, last pony standing wins.

“Last pony standing wins…” Nimbus said aloud, “and so help me I will be that last pony.” As he stretched his wings, the decades-old headset in his helmet crackled to life, and Nimbus caught the now familiar voice of Dusk Shine on the other end.

“Cadets, radio check.”

Over the radio, cadets sounded off with their respective training callsigns. All cadets were “Yellow” followed by a number.

“Yellow 5, radio check good,” Nimbus said in turn. After helping another cadet through a brief but embarrassing radio failure, Dusk Shine turned his focus back to the rest of the cadets.

“Alright,” he said, “I’m activating your HUDs, stand by.”

Nimbus blinked as the display inside his helmet’s visor flickered to life. Green lines crisscrossed in front of his face, and numbers of all sorts were everywhere. It was nothing if not confusing. Dusk Shine spoke again.

“Don’t worry about your HUDs. If you can read them, feel free, but if you can’t, don’t sweat it. You won’t need them today. I’ll be controlling your radio frequencies, and making the appropriate traffic calls. You just need to worry about painting each other blue. I’ve started the countdown. Good luck.”

A timer popped up in the middle of Nimbus’s HUD, counting down from twenty seconds. At the same time, several green lines flickered into view, detailing altitude and practice area boundaries. Nimbus shivered with excitement. Ten seconds left. Five, four, three, two, one…

As soon as the timer hit zero, Nimbus leapt into the air, scanning to the left, to the right, and above and below him for signs of approaching aggressors.

“Calm down,” he said to himself, “it’s a ten square mile area. I won’t-“

“First kill!”

Nimbus rolled to the side just as a Pegasus dove by, narrowly missing him. Nimbus twisted, following the Pegasus as he spat a stream of curses. Evidently his “first kill” hadn’t gone entirely as planned. The aggressor pulled up, performing a quick roll. “Beat that!” he said a tad enthusiastically.

“Okay,” Nimbus said, surging forward and tapping the pony as he exited his roll, “a roll’s not exactly a complicated maneuver, you know.”

“Go to Tartarus,” the pony replied as he turned and exited the practice area. By now the radio channel was alive with chatter, most of it standard Pegasus banter. Nimbus heard Storm Runner from time to time, displaying his usual carefree attitude, albeit sounding somewhat panicked at times. Seeing no other ponies in the area, Nimbus turned North, towards the college. Ahead, he could see a few Pegasi engaged in a tussle, or a “furball” as Aviator terminology went. Nimbus glanced back. He’d already managed to pick up another pursuer on his tail, and from the brief glimpse he caught of the pony’s distinctive red coat, he recognized the Pegasus as Coriolis, one of the top physical performers at Field Training. This would be interesting.

“Come on Nimbus,” Coriolis said over the radio, “the outcome’s inevitable. Just slow down and make this easier on both of us.”

Nimbus smiled as he began to form a plan. “Inevitable?” he asked, trying to sound sincerely surprised, “are you sure?”

“Yup,” Coriolis replied as Nimbus tried to shake him with a tight loop, “you’re toast. Save yourself some energy and just give in.”

“Yeah… no,” Nimbus said, flaring his wings and stopping sharply. He stalled instantly and dropped several feet as Coriolis passed by overhead. Nimbus continued level flight, watching Coriolis. The Pegasus looped around, aiming himself straight at Nimbus in a dive. Nimbus didn’t change course or speed. Coriols stretched out his paint-covered hooves, ready for the strike, coming closer, closer…

Without warning, fractions of a second before impact, Nimbus wrenched himself into an extremely tight radius loop. Coriolis, unable to recover, could only watch, confused and helpless, as he passed under Nimbus. At the top of his loop, Nimbus changed direction and dove, planting his hooves squarely onto his pursuer’s back and springing off him, back into the fight. Coriolis flew slowly away with a wounded pride and two perfectly-spaced blue dots on his back. Nimbus dove back into the fight, picking off a completely oblivious cadet. As he turned to follow another, he heard a familiar voice on the radio.

“Hey, Nimbus! Get your flank over here and help me out! I’m getting pounded here!”

It was Storm Runner without a doubt, and all of his usual bravado was completely gone. Nimbus seriously considered doing nothing, but decided he couldn’t resist seeing what all of the fuss was about. It wasn’t hard to find Storm Runner. He was near the upper altitude limit, trying to shake off a mare with little to no results. She was stuck onto his tail like glue, lunging forward every so often to try and land a hit on him, but for the moment, Storm Runner was keeping her at bay. Nimbus watched with amusement, keeping an eye out for other Pegasi.

“Well don’t just hover there!” Storm Runner yelped, “help me out here!”

Nimbus shook his head and launched himself forward, trying to find the best angle to intercept Storm Runner’s pursuer. He was closing the gap rapidly, but as he began to alter his course to follow the mare, she darted forward and landed a hit on Storm Runner’s helmet. Storm Runner dropped out of the chase, regained controlled flight, and after a moment, began to register the fact that he’d been hit. His reaction was priceless.

“What? Wait… what?!” Storm Runner said, slowly turning to exit the practice area. Nimbus couldn’t help it. He started laughing. It was probably the biggest mistake he’d made so far. He didn’t notice the mare that had downed Storm Runner until she was diving out of the sun towards him.

“Aw horseapples,” Nimbus swore, spinning away. The mare pulled up sharply as Nimbus tried to use her overshoot to his advantage, forcing Nimbus to disengage and look for another chance to strike.

“Nimbus, Nimbus, Nimbus,” the mare said, transmitting loud and clear, “you could have stayed clear of this and saved yourself a lot of trouble.”

“What, and miss the fun?” Nimbus quipped, “look, as far as I’m concerned, Storm Runner was mine. You took him down first.” Nimbus swung up and over the mare in a lazy arc, following her into a sheer dive, “and besides- who doesn’t like a challenge?” Nimbus was trying hard to remember the name of the pony he was following, but for the life of him, he couldn’t place her. This was troubling, as there weren’t many mares in the program to begin with. The mare kept up her dive, outpacing Nimbus, and he knew he wouldn’t have the chance to catch her. Instead, he focused on her wings as she approached the minimum safe altitude. Slowly, they were starting to rotate, and it was this indication that led Nimbus to his next move. In the blink of an eye, he rotated his wings up, pulling up sharply as the mare below did the same. Now he was on a perfect intercept course, and the mare was traveling too quickly to maneuver enough to avoid him. Nimbus shifted his wings, maintaining his flight path but rotating his body for a four-hooved strike. Seconds later, he hit, leaving four blue marks on the target. As he disengaged, Nimbus heard the mare growl and mutter something.

Music to my ears, he thought. Then Dusk Shine’s voice came over the headset.

“Cadet Nimbus, return to the landing area. Congratulations.”

Nimbus performed a quick victory roll and exited the practice area, coasting to a stop near the other cadets, most of which were either getting out of their flight suits or having the paint hosed off of them. Nimbus spied Storm Runner blinking and staring off into space nearby and trotted over for a chat.

“So,” Nimbus quipped, “what was that you said about knocking me out of the sky earlier?”

“Oh save it,” Storm Runner said, “that mare was on me the entire time. Still bagged three targets before she got me though.”

“While being pursued? That’s pretty impressive,” Nimbus said.

“Well, thanks. Unfortunately I was unable to get her name before she mercilessly defeated me. Ah well. Perhaps some other time.”

Nimbus smiled and turned his gaze towards Dusk Shine, who was tallying up some scores on a notepad. Beside him was a very familiar tan Pegasus: Polaris. The old stallion turned towards Nimbus, nodded, spoke a few quiet words to Dusk Shine, and left. Nimbus was in awe. He’d arrived after all. Dusk Shine lifted his hoof and beckoned everyone to come close. As the cadets gathered around him, he spoke.

“Well, cadets, you’ve completed your first milestone event. Our three top scorers were…” the cadets waited with baited breath while Dusk Shine confirmed his notes, “Nimbus, with four points, Sun Blaze with four points, and Storm Runner with three points. Third place was a three way tie, but Storm Runner stayed “alive” the longest. Our last pony standing was Cadet Nimbus. Please give him a round of applause.”

Nimbus blushed. He’d never done well being the center of attention, and even though he could hear applause, he knew it was mostly false. He had a target on his head now, and his fellow cadets wouldn’t soon forget it.

“Sun Blaze,” Storm Runner whispered, “so that’s her name. Mission accomplished, then!”

Nimbus smiled. As the applause died down, Dusk Shine spoke again. “Now, your next milestone event will be your Dizzitron exam, which will take place at the Wonderbolt Academy. We will spend the next two weeks reviewing exit and recovery procedures, and how these can apply to everyday flying. Tonight, read chapter four in your Flight Maneuvers texts. There may or may not be a reading quiz tomorrow.”

Nimbus felt as if someone had sucked the life right out of him. Moments ago, he felt he’d been on top of the world, and now everything was quickly spiraling into some dark abyss. The Dizzitron- the machine that had gotten him kicked out of the Wonderbolts Academy- he’d have to face it again. Standing in shocked silence, he almost fell flat on his face when he was brushed roughly by a passing pony. Looking up, he recognized her as Sun Blaze, the mare he’d been flying against.

“You look worried,” she scoffed, “I certainly would be. You know I was going easy on you up there, right?”

“Sure,” Nimbus said, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Sun Blaze glared. “We’ll see who’s laughing when the Dizzitron scores are out,” she said, storming away. As Nimbus turned to go, Dusk Shine called out to him.

“Cadet Nimbus, front and center.”

Nimbus paced over to Dusk Shine and snapped to attention, saluting. “Sir, Cadet Nimbus reports as ordered.”

Dusk Shine saluted and passed Nimbus an envelope. “Polaris wanted me to give this to you. That was some good flying out there today, especially for a beginner. If you keep your grades up and perform well on the Dizzitron, I don’t think you’ll have much trouble graduating as an Aviator. Now, however, you have another responsibility. Remember when I said teamwork will get you through the year?”

“Yes sir,” Nimbus replied curtly.

“Well, I expect you and your fellow cadets to improve before the year’s over. By winning the dogfight today, you’ve proven to me that you have an above-average understanding of combat maneuvering. Now it’s up to you to pass that knowledge to the other cadets. We either achieve things together, or we don’t achieve them at all, understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good,” Dusk Shine said, “then you are dismissed. I expect great things on the Dizzitron exam in two weeks.”

Nimbus watched as Dusk Shine left, not even moving. It was all he could do to keep from breaking down at the mere mention of the Dizzitron. Only Storm Runner’s voice broke him from his state.

“So… you gonna open it?”

“What?” Nimbus said, shaking his head.

“The envelope. Are you going to check it out?”

Nimbus mentally kicked himself for not realizing that he still had a letter. “Uh, yeah. Of course.” He tore open the envelope and pulled out a small note.

“Nimbus,” he said, reading it, “Well done in your dogfight today. If you’d like some assistance honing your talent, meet me on the parade field behind the campus at 0500 one week from today. Signed, Polaris.”

“0500?” Storm Runner said, “that better be worth it.”

“To be honest, I have no idea what I’ll be doing,” Nimbus admitted. Storm Runner shrugged.

“Well what the hay. I’ll come along if you don’t mind.”

Nimbus’s eyes widened. “You? Get up before 0500 in the morning? I thought you abhorred such things!”

Storm Runner grinned. “I do, but I’d like to see how this goes. Besides- if you’re going to be “honing your talent” as Polaris says, you’re gonna need a coach, am I right?”

Nimbus placed the note in his saddlebag and started walking toward the main hall. “If you want to come along, Storm, I’m not going to stop you. You could probably use a few pointers too, especially after getting your flank handed to you up there today.”

The two headed back to the main hall, with Storm Runner practically tailing a stream of excuses. Nimbus tried to laugh at his friend's behavior, but despite his best efforts to put it out of his mind, Nimbus couldn’t stop thinking about both the upcoming Dizzitron exams, and perhaps even more importantly, just what Polaris had in store for him.

He’d find out soon enough.

Learning to Fly... Again

Learning to Fly… Again

Nimbus stumbled out of his dorm room, sore and exhausted. The previous day in Practical Operations, Dusk Shine had decided to send the cadets for an eight mile endurance gallop, and Nimbus was feeling it now. On top of that, he was now stumbling around blindly in the dark at 0430 in the morning. From the sounds behind him, it didn’t seem as if Storm Runner was faring any better. There was a loud crash, followed by a yelp and the sound of debris tumbling out across the marble floor.

“Dang it, there goes the trash can,” Storm Runner hissed.

“Come on,” Nimbus said, “we don’t want to be late for- oof!” Nimbus collided headfirst with a wall. Dazed, he took a step back and almost ran Storm Runner over.

“Geez,” the blue Pegasus said from behind, “let’s just get out to the parade field before we cause any more destruction.”

“Yeah,” Nimbus agreed, panting, “sounds like a plan to me.”

A week ago, Nimbus had received a letter from Polaris, stating that the old Pegasus wished to meet on the parade field today at 0500. Nimbus had been preoccupied with worry about the upcoming Dizzitron tests, and was still a bit apprehensive, but by now his curious excitement about what to expect today vastly overshadowed his worry.

The two Pegasi stumbled out of their living quarters and into the crisp, cool, early morning air. By now, their night vision had almost adjusted, and they set off for the parade field.

“So,” Nimbus said, leading the way across the bridge to the main hall, “you make any progress on Sun Blaze?”

“Nope,” Storm Runner snorted, “I tried talking to her once and narrowly avoided being bucked in the face. She hates me, probably because I’m associated with you.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Nimbus admitted, “she nearly knocked me over after the dogfight last week.”

“Well, you know what they say- hard to get just makes the chase that much more fun.”

Nimbus raised an eyebrow as they rounded the back corner of the main hall; the parade field was just ahead. “Who says that?”

“Well I’m sure somepony said that,” Storm Runner said, defending himself, “and if not, then I was the first!”

The parade field was a large, flat rectangle of carefully-trimmed grass. On one side, a large podium stood, which, as legend stated, Commander Hurricane had once used to address her troops. Polaris was standing in the middle of the field with a board propped up nearby, silhouetted against the light of the coming morning. Celestia was at work once again, raising the sun.

“You know, that’s got to be tough,” Nimbus thought aloud.

“What?” Storm Runner said.

“Raising the sun,” Nimbus said, “I mean, you know how long it takes for the sun to rise? Princess Celestia is using all of her effort over that entire span of time just to raise it. It’s like… doing push-ups for ten minutes straight.”

“Huh, yeah, I never really thought of it like that,” Storm Runner admitted. “Plus, she does the same for the moon each night. Definitely not an enviable job, I guess.”

Polaris watched the Pegasi as they approached. “Good morning,” Nimbus said as he arrived.

“Good morning to you,” Polaris replied, eyeing Storm Runner. “Storm Runner,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“I’m Nimbus’s roommate,” Storm Runner said, “and you could say we’re wingponies.”

“Well in that case, good morning to you as well. And don’t think I don’t notice you passing notes to Apogee in class.”

Storm Runner blushed. “Apogee, sir? She’s on the other side of the class. I think you might be-“

“Mistaken? Oh, I know your tricks. Very clever, using your fellow students as a delivery chain.”

“Thank you,” Storm Runner said, beaming.

Polaris chuckled. “Stallions will be stallions. I know better than to try and stop you. As long as you keep performing well on your classwork, I don’t see it as a problem.” Polaris turned to Nimbus. “Now, Nimbus- glad you could make it here. I think I owe you a few explanations, then, don’t I?”

“Well… sure,” Nimbus said.

“Have a seat,” Polaris said, indicating the ground. Nimbus and Storm Runner sat down on the grass. “Believe it or not, this starts with a little physiology lesson, combined with a touch of flight physics.” Polaris drew the outline of a wing on his portable board. “Remember when I said that this is what your wing looks like from the side?” he asked. Nimbus nodded. “Good. During the dogfight yesterday I had the chance to see what your wing does in actual combat. The results were very interesting.”

Polaris drew three lines curving over the top of the wing, and five curving underneath it. “This is airflow over a normal Pegasus wing. Fast moving air over the top creates a low pressure area, which gives you lift, allowing you to fly. Now your wing was doing something most unusual. I noticed at times you reverted to low speed maneuvers to gain the upper hoof. You maintained control in those maneuvers because your wing curved itself, basically changing its profile shape, or airfoil. You were able to create lift at speeds where a normal Pegasus wing would have stalled, or basically stopped generating lift. This is caused by certain muscles in Pegasus wings, which have, over time, become functionless, with one exception- the muscles in your wing. Somehow, you’ve figured out how to control them, which allows for the potential for some incredible maneuvers in flight.”

“Really?” Nimbus said, “that sounds neat, but why are you telling me this?”

Polaris grabbed a flyer from his saddlebag and passed it to Nimbus. “Have you ever heard of the Cloudsdale Meet?”

Nimbus eyed the flyer, which detailed the event. “No, I haven’t. This says it’s a big mock dogfight between Equestria’s top military flyers.”

“Right,” Polaris said, “and every year, the Aviator Training School here gets its flank served to it on a silver platter. If you feel up to it, we may be able to turn our luck around.”

“Wait…” Nimbus said, registering what Polaris had said, “you want… you want me to represent the Royal Equestrian Air College at the Meet?”

“That dogfight last week wasn’t just for Dusk Shine’s class,” Polaris said, nodding, “I’m in charge of selecting REAC’s competitor for this year.”

Nimbus wasn’t sure what to say, until Storm Runner elbowed him in the gut.

“What are you thinking about this for?” the blue Pegasus asked, “this is the chance of a lifetime! Take it!”

“Alright,” Nimbus said slowly, looking Polaris in the eyes, “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent,” Polaris said, “then your training starts this morning. Follow me, please. We’re going for a gallop.”

Without warning, Polaris started galloping. Nimbus and Storm Runner got to their hooves, still sore from the previous day, and caught up as best they could.

“I don’t get it,” Storm Runner panted as he and Nimbus fell in next to Polaris, “how is this going to help Nimbus fly?”

“Because,” Polaris answered as he and the two younger stallions galloped along the mountain’s edge, “to maintain a competitive edge, one must be in good physical condition..”

“Makes sense,” Nimbus agreed, jumping over a rock, “so essentially we’re building cardiovascular fitness?”

“Precisely,” Polaris said, "of course getting the chance to teach a little aeronautics lesson never hurt either."

Nimbus kept going, feeling the pain in his legs slowly start to subside as he continued forward. The cool dew clinging to the grass beneath his hooves felt refreshing, and watching the majesty of the rising sun completely took his mind off of his own minor hardships.

“As Pegasi, we are extremely sensitive to changes in wind and electrical currents,” Polaris continued, “spread out your wings; we’re about to go downhill. Once you feel yourself lifting, get your hooves clear of the ground. Do not move your wings to climb. Move them only to maintain your altitude above the ground. Pull up at the last minute."

“Okay…” Nimbus said hesitantly. Ahead, a fence was blocking off a particularly steep drop-off. Polaris headed for the fence, building speed.

“Oh no,” Storm Runner breathed, “he’s not going to-“

Polaris leapt into the air over the fence, picking up speed rapidly as he started galloping downhill.

“Looks like he did,” Nimbus said, “and we’re going to do that, too.” Swallowing any doubt, he propelled himself over the same fence. Storm Runner had no choice but to follow. As Nimbus’s hooves hit the ground, he dug them in, clawing for traction. He was picking up speed rapidly, and ahead was a sheer drop. “Come on,” Nimbus said through gritted teeth, raising his wings. He could feel the air rushing over them, but he wasn’t fast enough yet. Ahead, Polaris was already airborne. Nimbus felt a small tug on his wing, and, trusting Polaris’s advice, he lifted his hooves off the ground, expecting to come crashing back down. What happened instead completely took him by surprise. As his speed picked up, Nimbus found that he was holding in position just a few scant inches off the ground, and accelerating rapidly. He hadn’t had to move his wings at all! The drop-off was coming closer, and Nimbus now began to move his wings, actually forcing himself to keep from climbing. The feeling was exhilarating. Here he was, capable of touching the ground if he’d wanted to, accelerating to high speed and actually forcing himself back down towards the ground. As the edge of the drop-off fell beneath him, Nimbus pulled up sharply, using his speed to climb. The sudden change in movement was so sharp, in fact, that Nimbus could actually see his field of view blacking out at the corners. Fearing for the worst, he leveled off and his vision returned to normal. Polaris flew up next to him shortly.

“And there you have it,” he said, “proof that you don’t actually need to flap your wings to fly.”

“That was awesome!” Nimbus said, “how did you know that would work?”

“Because I’ve done it before,” Polaris answered. “The phenomenon is called ‘ground effect,’ and when I was in the service, we used it to take off when carrying weapons or armor too heavy to lift in a vertical takeoff. In your case, though, it’s also a good demonstrator for how a wing really works.”

Storm Runner ripped by at high speed, barrel-rolling and whooping.

“Well, I’d say it was a good lesson,” Nimbus said, beaming. He turned his head as a ray of sun caught the corner of his vision. The sun was rising.

“Look at that,” Nimbus breathed.

“Never gets old,” Polaris agreed, dipping his wings and flying back towards the campus. Nimbus and Storm Runner followed.

“So when I pulled up,” Nimbus said, “my vision started going dark for a moment. Was I just seeing things, or what?”

Polaris looked interested. “Really? You started blacking out? I wonder… You see, there have been times where Pegasi have blacked out in flight before. As I understand, it’s usually happened when pulling out of a fast dive, but never on takeoff. You must have pulled up sharply enough to slow the flow of blood to your head.”

“Whoa,” Nimbus said. Polaris chuckled at his student’s awe as they landed.

“That’s it for today,” Polaris said, “I won’t keep you two Pegasi from breakfast. Don’t forget, there’s a quiz in class today.”

“Absolutely,” Storm Runner said, grinning, “I’ll see you later!”

Polaris nodded as the two Pegasi headed for the main hall. Storm Runner was practically bouncing with glee all the way.

“That was so awesome!” he said, “I was just… hovering over the ground, picking up speed! So cool!”

“It certainly was,” Nimbus said, pushing the door to the main hall open for Storm Runner. The two made a beeline for the dining hall immediately. “After that workout,” Nimbus confessed, “I could totally go for a nice hot plate of hashbrowns with…” Nimbus stopped when he realized that he was the only one speaking in the dining hall. Though the room was full, not a single voice was heard. It was eerie. Storm Runner nudged Nimbus.

“What?” Nimbus said, confused.

“Look,” Storm Runner whispered, pointing to the television hanging in the corner of the dining hall. Nimbus turned his gaze to the screen, where everypony else’s eyes were glued. On the screen, the news was playing as usual. The camera was focused on the city of Fillydelphia, where smoke was rising between a group of buildings. Nimbus went cold, stepping up towards the screen and listening as the reporter spoke.

“…the bomb was detonated in central Fillydelphia, where Princess Celestia was meeting with the city’s mayor. One suspect has been apprehended, and was carrying a videotape with the following message.”

The screen switched over to what appeared to be a dark room, with a single, hooded pony standing and facing the camera. The pony began to speak, with a voice that carried a soft, but sinister tone.

“Equestria, this is your first warning. For what is approaching a millenium, you have blindly followed the tyrant known as Princess Celestia- a pretender who banished the figure you have all come to call “The Mare in the Moon” one thousand years ago. The Mare in the Moon was painted by your society as an evil being, but we have always known the truth. By bringing about Night Eternal, Equestria would have been saved, for in the darkness, we are all equals. We are the Awakening, and we are here to remind you that in five months’ time, the Mare in the Moon will return. Know that our cause is just, and that we will do our best to show all of you how shortsighted we were to trust Celestia. Follow us, rise against the sun, and the Mare in the Moon will reward you when she returns. Stand in our way, and like a shadow in the night, we will attack without warning. Finally, I leave you with this- as long as Celestia remains on the throne, we will continue to carry out our strikes of justice. Celestia, if you hear this, step down for the sake of your brainwashed populace and turn yourself over to us. If you’re truly the leader you pretend to be, you will realize that this is your only logical option. Remember- the night is coming.

The video faded out and was replaced by an anxious-looking reporter, running down casualty tolls. Slowly, noise in the cafeteria began to increase. Nimbus turned to Storm Runner.

“What the hay is going on?” he asked finally. Storm Runner shook his head.

“I wish I knew. All I can say is that some group of crazies out there wants Princess Celestia off the throne, and they’re prepared to hurt ponies to accomplish that goal. We don't know who they are, we don't know where they're coming from, and we know that as long as they exist, bad things will happen." Storm Runner sighed. "Sometimes the world just sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Nimbus said, trotting slowly over to the breakfast line, where he grabbed a bowl of cereal and brought it back to his seat. He was hungry, he knew, but all throughout the meal, Nimbus never took a single bite.

The Dizzitron

The Dizzitron

“I trust you read your Dizzitron recovery text?”

Nimbus winced. “Yes, Polaris. Unlike… last time.”

“Good,” the old Pegasus said, “then you’ll have the opportunity to test your recovery procedures. Right now.”

“Wait, I- what?”

…

Nimbus leaned back in his seat. He and his fellow cadets were on their way to the Wonderbolt Academy. The time had finally come for the test he’d dreaded the most, and Nimbus had never been more apprehensive. He’d caught himself daydreaming, remembering his lesson with Polaris earlier in the day. Now he sincerely wished he hadn’t snapped out of it. Nimbus leaned his head on the carriage’s window sill and tried to concentrate, bringing back memories of what had happened earlier on.

…

Polaris left Nimbus alone on the parade field, in a state of utter confusion. Nimbus knew there was no Dizzitron on the grounds- the cadets wouldn’t be taking a trip to the Wonderbolt Academy if there was- so what was his mentor up to?

Moments later, Polaris returned with what appeared to be a large harness, which he began slipping on. Noticing the look of confusion on Nimbus’s face, he decided to explain himself.

“This, Nimbus, is what ponies used to practice spin recovery before the Dizzitron was invented, and in my opinion, this simulates an actual spin much more effectively.”

Nimbus eyeballed the contraption as Polaris tightened a strap around his waist. “With all due respect, Polaris, it’s a harness. How is that going to simulate a spin?”

“Well, it’s not going to use fancy electronics, that’s for sure,” Polaris said, giving his harness a quick once over before initiating a hover, “now come on over here and strap yourself in.”

Nimbus raised an eyebrow. “Alright then.” The rest of the harness hung beneath Polaris by about five feet, and Nimbus secured himself. He couldn’t help but notice that all of his restraints were held together with quick-release mechanisms. It was then that Nimbus finally began to get an inkling of what was going to happen next.

“Close your eyes, Nimbus,” Polaris said, soaring into the sky, “do not open them until I release you!”

Nimbus obeyed, closing his eyes and completely cutting off any visual orientation references. Immediately, he felt himself lurch left, right, upside-down, right-side-up, skidding, whirling, diving, climbing-

“Release!” Polaris called. Instantly, Nimbus was catapulted out into space, where he finally opened his eyes. When he did so, his world was a blur. In a fraction of a second, Nimbus recalled what he’d learned in his maneuvers book. First, detect spin direction, second, stop yawing, or side-to-side motion, third, stop rolling, fourth, regain lost airspeed, and five, recover. In mere milliseconds, Nimbus accomplished his spin checklist and fell into formation flight right next to Polaris.

“Good,” the old Pegasus chuckled, “very good. If only those Wonderbolts could see you now.”

“They’d laugh,” Nimbus said, “I don’t think that recovery was anywhere near perfect. I almost stalled coming out of it.”

“Very well,” Polaris said, “once more, then.”

…

Nimbus picked his head up as the carriages slowed to a halt. Outside, he could see the telltale obstacle courses and runway- they were finally at the Wonderbolt Academy.

“Alright,” he heard Dusk Shine call from the lead carriage, “cadets, come out and follow me.”

Nimbus stepped down from the carriage and was immediately overcome by a wave of emotion. Everything was exactly as it had been when he’d left the place. Not a single thing had changed. It was as if he’d just left. Turning his head downward, Nimbus followed Dusk Shine as Storm Runner caught up to him.

“Hey there,” Storm Runner said, “uh… yeah, this is probably really awkward for you, isn’t it?”

“You have no idea,” Nimbus sighed, “I just want to get the Dizzitron done and go back as soon as possible.”

Storm Runner looked around at the Wonderbolt Cadets observing the newcomers. Several of them were whispering amongst one another, and a few cast the occasional smirk their way.

“They look like jerks,” Storm Runner said. “Maybe you joined up with the right crowd among us after all.”

“I appreciate that, Storm Runner,” Nimbus said, “but you don’t have to sweeten this for me. If I can just get through this day without seeing… her, I’ll be fine.”

“Her?” Storm Runner asked, confused, “who’s that?”

“You’ll know when you see her. If you see her.”

The answer was cryptic, but Storm Runner accepted it nonetheless. Dusk Shine led the group of cadets out towards a large, circular device positioned to the side of the Academy’s runway, where a group of three Wonderbolts were waiting. Nimbus drew in a sharp intake of breath.

“Oh dear Celestia,” he hissed, “it just couldn’t be an easy day for me, could it?”

“What are you talking about?” Storm Runner said, “just chill. You’re going to be fine.”

“Cadets, tench-hut!”

Nimbus jerked to attention as Dusk Shine’s voice rang out. One of the Wonderbolts trotted over to the group- a pony who looked all too familiar. Nimbus did his best to stay low, though this was nearly impossible while standing rigid. The gold Wonderbolt eyed the cadets through a pair of sunglasses for a moment before she spoke.

“Good morning, cadets. I am Captain Spitfire, the head of flight operations here at the Wonderbolt Academy. For the rest of the day, you will be working your flanks off alongside my own cadets. The machine you see behind me is a Dizzitron. It is not a toy, and it is designed for only one thing- to confuse, disorient, and, in general, mess your sense of direction up. Ponies have been injured on this device, so we take safety very seriously. If you cannot pass the test, or if at any point your maneuver is deemed unsatisfactory, you will fail and retake the test at a later date.” Spitfire paused for a moment, eyes locking with Nimbus’s. “Retaking the test is a humiliating and degrading experience. Focus, and you won’t have to worry about it. That said, this will also be a fun competition. We will be keeping track of the day’s fastest recoveries, and while you are not technically Wonderbolts Academy Cadets and cannot qualify for our institution’s records, you can certainly challenge those set by your school. I believe the fastest recovery from REAC was... about nine seconds. Beat that today.”

Spitfire turned to Dusk Shine and nodded. “Colonel, I’m glad you could make it here today. If you could have your cadets form up by the Dizzitron, we’ll get started.”

“Absolutely,” Dusk Shine replied, turning to the cadets. “Alright, everyone form up by the machine. Let’s see if we can’t bring home some records today!”

Storm Runner smirked. “Nine seconds? That record’s mine.”

“You know it’s not all about speed, right?” Nimbus said, “going fast won’t do you any good if you’re flying in an uncontrolled condition.”

“Oh don’t worry about me,” Storm Runner said as he and Nimbus stopped in front of the Dizzitron, “you have your recovery procedures, and I have mine.”

Spitfire appeared from out of nowhere, descending from above and landing in front of the Dizzitron as the Wonderbolt cadets gathered around. “Alright,” she said, “who’s first?”

Before anypony could say anything, a green-maned Wonderbolt cadet stepped up to the machine. “I’ve got this,” he said, clearly boasting, “crank it up to full power.”

“Oh this’ll be good,” Storm Runner said, grinning impishly at the Pegasus being loaded into the Dizzitron’s harness. “He’s toast and he doesn’t even know it.”

Behind the cadets, another Wonderbolt pulled a lever on the machine’s control panel, and the wheel began to spin, picking up speed. Before long, the cadet was nothing but a blur as he sailed around and around. It was cringe-inducing, to say the least.

“Release!” Spitfire called. The controller cranked another switch back, and the machine stopped suddenly, catapulting the Pegasus out of the harness and into the sky. The cadet tumbled end over end, shooting through the atmosphere like a comet and completely beyond recovering. As he began to sail out of sight, Spitfire sighed and smacked her forehead with a hoof. Evidently watching her own cadets “set the example” by failing outright wasn’t the best first impression. “Go get him,” she groaned. Another Wonderbolt nodded, taking off after the rapidly-disappearing braggart.

Storm Runner snickered, and Nimbus turned to face him, still slackjawed from what he’d just seen. “Storm? How the hay can you find that funny?”

“Oh come on,” Storm Runner chuckled, “you’re laughing too, on the inside.”

“No I’m not,” Nimbus said, “that was a full power spin. That machine…”

“He totally deserved it, though,” Storm Runner said. Nimbus nodded.

“Okay, I’ll admit you’re right with that, but still- I really don’t feel good about this all of a sudden.”

“Suit yourself,” Storm Runner said as another Wonderbolt cadet strapped herself in, “but I’m going right after the lovely mare there.”

Nimbus sighed as he drifted off again, remembering the ease with which he’d completed his maneuvers that morning and trying to draw some comfort from it.

…

Five spins later, Nimbus was already feeling more confident in his ability to recover from a spin. The sun had risen, and he was already feeling hungry for breakfast. Nimbus flew next to Polaris.

“I think I’ve got it now,” he hinted, “I’m recovering safely.”

“You certainly are,” Polaris agreed, “and I’m sure you’re anxious to get out of here and grab a bite to eat before heading to the Wonderbolts Academy. However, I’d like to try one more thing. It might help you out during the Cloudsdale Meet.”

“Okay,” Nimbus said, “what is it, exactly?”

…

“Okay, that’s it- I’m going!”

Contrary to what he’d said earlier, Storm Runner had yet to actually experience the Dizzitron, and had been cut off by others just a bit more eager to get on the machine. Up until now, he’d been silently fuming next to Nimbus. Now he made a beeline for the Dizzitron, standing by the machine and waiting for its unfortunate occupant to be tossed. When the spinning stopped, Storm Runner stepped up, and was promptly cut off again.

“Come on!” he said to the Pegasus that had bypassed him, “are you serio-“ Storm Runner froze, recognizing the pony’s silver coat and orange mane.

“Hello again, Storm Runner,” Sun Blaze said, “getting tired of finishing behind me? I know I’d be getting sick of it.”

“Nah,” Storm Runner said, trying to shut out his annoyance, “I rather enjoy chasing tail.”

Sun Blaze grimaced and Storm Runner found some small satisfaction in the reaction. “You don’t intimidate me,” Sun Blaze growled as she placed herself in the Dizzitron harness. “By the way,” she said, turning now to the controller pony, “I’d like full power.”

Hesitantly, the pony turned cranked the lever to full. Nopony had requested the full setting since the “accident” earlier. The wheel spun as it had always done before, and catapulted Sun Blaze into the air on Spitfire’s command. The silver pony rocketed through the air, fighting for stability. At just past the runway’s threshold, she recovered, snapping to level flight and landing. Spitfire was openmouthed in awe.

“Eight point seven seconds,” she called, out, “congratulations, cadet! You hold REAC’s new record!” Turning to Dusk Shine, she joked “sir, what are you feeding your cadets and where can I get some?”

“A dash of common sense, Captain,” Dusk Shine replied with a grin.

Storm Runner fumed as he strapped himself into the machine, and Nimbus could see him scowling out into the crowd of cadets. “Three quarters power,” he mumbled to the controller, “I want to play it safe.” The controller cranked the lever and the process started once again. Storm Runner’s recovery was dazzling. Instead of fighting the spin as the others had, he corrected his yaw and sped up, turning the spin into a high-speed roll, and then into a loop, arcing gracefully back onto the runway.

“Eight point nine,” Spitfire called. Nimbus watched as Storm Runner kicked the runway surface in disappointment at finishing mere fractions of a second behind Sun Blaze.

“I blew it,” he said as he approached Nimbus, “that mare’s gotten the better of me once again.”

“Don’t worry,” Nimbus said, “you’ll have your day. Maybe you can take her out during out next dogfight.”

“Yeah…” Storm Runner grumbled, completely unconvinced, “sure.”

“Next!”

Nimbus looked up. Nopony was volunteering for the next ride; everypony who’d wanted to go had already done so. Nimbus gulped, and hesitantly raised a hoof. Spitfire saw him immediately.

“Cadet Nimbus? Alright, get up on my Dizzitron, we don’t have all day!”

Nimbus’s face went red as his fellow cadets looked at him questioningly. The fact that Spitfire knew him was entirely new to them, though nopony knew the reason why. Nimbus breathed deeply as he situated himself in the harness. In the instant before he gave the ready signal, he remembered the technique he’d gone over that morning.

…

“Polaris,” Nimbus said, “with all due respect, how are you so sure this is going to work? The maneuver you specified, performed at high speed like this, should basically dislocate my wings.”

Polaris shook his head. “If this maneuver was going to dislocate your wings, I wouldn’t have suggested it. If you’ve been pulling maneuvers like the ones you did during that dogfight all your life, your wings should already be toughened against something like this. That’s not to say it won’t hurt a bit, but it shouldn’t be any different than scuffing your hoof.”

“Right,” Nimbus said, unconvinced, “let’s do this, then.”

…

“Full power,” Nimbus said to the controller. What he was about to do could either go very well or terribly wrong. It had worked out during Polaris’s spin training, but this was different. He was all too familiar with the Dizzitron; he’d sat in this exact same position three times before. Nimbus felt his stomach drop as the wheel began to rotate. As his speed picked up, he felt heavy, feeling the influence of positive g forces, and noted that his lips were being pulled back from the sheer force of acceleration. Finding any sort of visual reference was impossible now; his entire world was a blur. He was officially disoriented now. He faintly heard Spitfire call “release!” and suddenly he shifted from constrained, circular motion to being flung bodily into the air. Everything after release happened quickly, but to Nimbus, the moment seemed frozen in time.

He had left the Dizzitron at high speed and was tumbling front-first. In addition, he could also sense that he was in a tight left roll, with a very slight right yaw. Nimbus shifted his back legs, correcting the yaw while using his wings to stabilize his roll. Now all he had to deal with was his forward tumble. Nimbus braced himself for what he was about to do next. Before he could second-guess himself, he whipped open his wings and extended his legs, presenting as much surface area as possible. His wingtips cut two perfect, white wingtip vortices in the air. Nimbus gritted his teeth as he struggled to keep his wings from folding in from the force against them. Contrary to what Polaris had said, this was nothing like scuffing his hoof. The pain was continuous and sharp, and it felt as if he was being pulled by the wings between two Manticores as some bizarre tug of war. As his airspeed slowed, Nimbus shifted into a dive. He rolled as soon as he was pointed straight down and began to level off, heading straight for the runway. As he entered ground effect, Nimbus controlled his descent, slowly bleeding off altitude until he touched down at a reasonable speed and transitioned to a trot. Everypony nearby was silent. Nimbus looked back. Over the course of the maneuver, he’d only used a quarter of the runway.

Nimbus turned as he heard Spitfire approach. “Cadet Nimbus!” the gold Pegasus barked. Nimbus snapped to attention, afraid he’d done something wrong. Spitfire approached with a scowl that would have sent a dragon home crying. Spitfire stopped in front of the petrified cadet and removed her sunglasses, staring him in the eyes. “Cadet, that was a five point four second run,” she smiled, “that is an Academy rec-“ Spitfire stopped, wincing as she remembered that Nimbus was no longer one of her cadets. “I mean, that’s a REAC record. Well done, Cadet. I’d like to see you in my office when this is over.”

Nimbus felt sorry for Spitfire as she left. It wasn’t hard to hear the sadness in her tone. He wanted her to know that it was all fine, that he’d moved on, but he couldn’t do that now. Storm Runner approached, looking considerably more cheerful than he’d been when Nimbus had volunteered for his turn on the Dizzitron.

“You were awesome!” the blue Pegasus called, “five point four seconds? That’s the fastest time today!”

“Thanks,” Nimbus said, “good to see you’re starting to feel better.”

“Oh I feel great,” Storm Runner said, “mainly because you totally smoked Sun Bla- uh…”

Nimbus cocked an eyebrow as Storm Runner faded out, then noticed that his friend was gazing wide-eyed and open-mouthed at something right behind him. Nimbus turned around and was only mildly surprised to find Sun Blaze staring him in the face.

“I’m sure you feel pretty good about yourself,” she snarled, “you inconsiderate fake. You cheated somehow. I don’t know how, but you cheated. You want my advice? Lay low. Because I will be coming for you.”

“Yeah,” Storm Runner said, “isn’t that basically what you said after the dogfight? About this very Dizzitron exam?”

Sun Blaze glowered at Storm Runner, then turned back to Nimbus. “Do you always let your friend speak for you? Are you that much of a coward that you can’t speak directly to me?”

Nimbus sighed. “You want me to speak to you? Okay. If I’m going to be honest, I don’t see any reason why you have to be so grumpy all the time. You’re practically at the head of the class, you’ve almost certainly got an Aviator slot lined up when you graduate… why do you care if I try my best?”

Sun Blaze didn’t answer. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, and turned away, grumbling to herself.

“That went well,” Storm Runner quipped.

“Indeed,” Nimbus said, watching as the last cadet flew shakily down to the runway. Dusk Shine was taking over now, herding the cadets over to a line of picnic tables near the mess hall, where some food had been set. Spitfire, meanwhile, was headed back to the main building.

“Come on,” Storm Runner said, “let’s go grab some chow.”

“You go ahead,” Nimbus said, “I’ve got an appointment I need to keep.”

…

“Well done,” Polaris said as Nimbus rolled into formation next to him. The orange Pegasus winced as he gazed at his mentor.

“Was that really necessary?” he asked, “my wings feel like a dragon’s been chewing on them.”

“Oh it wasn’t necessary,” Polaris said, “you had the normal recovery fine, but if you really want to set a good impression, do exactly what you just did.”

“Alright,” Nimbus said as the two landed back on the dew-laden field.

“Good luck today,” Polaris said, extending his hoof towards Nimbus, “I know you’ll do just fine.”

“Thank you,” Nimbus said, taking Polaris’s hoof in his own and shaking it, “I’ll let you know how it all turns out.”

With that, Nimbus turned and headed into the dining hall for a quick breakfast before boarding the carriage for the Wonderbolt Academy. The biggest challenge he’d faced in a while was about to begin- returning to his old school.

…

Nimbus tried to keep his composure as he stared at the door to Spitfire’s office and knocked. The sound sent a chill down his spine. He was repeating the exact steps he performed before his disenrollment.

“Enter,” Spitfire called from inside. Nimbus stepped in, snapped to attention, and saluted.

“Ma’am, Cadet Nimbus reports as ordered.”

“At ease, cadet,” Spitfire said, standing and pacing. Nimbus’s eyes followed her, occasionally darting around the room and picking out familiar cues. It was as if he’d traveled back in time and was reliving his worst memory, but this time the circumstances were different.

“I see you wasted no time putting a uniform back on, Cadet Nimbus,” Spitfire said finally.

“Yes ma’am,” Nimbus answered, “I guess you could say I enjoy the customs and courtesies.”

“Right,” Spitfire snorted, “and I’m Celestia’s long-lost granddaughter. You, sir, are a glutton for punishment. You never had to do what you told me you’d do last year. You could have gone for the easy life. Instead, here you are. You beat the Dizzitron, you’re wearing the uniform… you’re not even back at my Academy for a day and you’re turning heads on the Wonderbolts team.”

Nimbus felt his spirit surge. “Really, ma’am?”

Spitfire nodded. “Soarin’ and I had a bet that you’d get the fastest time. We ended up raking in several bits from the others as a result.”

Nimbus couldn’t believe his ears, but did his best to keep his excitement contained. Professionalism first, after all. Spitfire pulled open her desk drawer and reached in, taking out something that nearly made Nimbus’s heart skip a beat- his old Wonderbolt pin.

“I kept this, you know,” Spitfire said, “just because I believed in you. Standard procedure is to just throw ‘em out, but I figured I hadn’t seen the back of you yet, and I was right. Here you are. I just wanted to let you know that I still support you, and I’m still following your progress, and that when you graduate,” she held up the pin, its metallic surface gleaming in the light, “I feel this should go to you.”

“Ma’am? I- I- but,” Nimbus stuttered, completely taken by surprise, “but I’m not a Wonderbolt.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Spitfire said, “this pin doesn’t symbolize that anymore. It represents how much you’ve grown since last year. Think of it as an incentive… if graduating as an Aviator isn’t incentive enough, that is.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nimbus said, feeling himself choke up, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Rumor has it you’re REAC’s competitor for the Cloudsdale Meet, too,” Spitfire added, “so I suppose it’s fair to warn you that I’ll be watching you like a hawk,” she winked, “you know, from one competitor to another.”

“You’re competing, ma’am?”

Spitfire nodded, “I certainly am, as the Wonderbolts’ representative. We have an Academy rep as well. Soarin’ is working with her now.”

“Yes ma’am,” Nimbus said. He had no idea what else he could say to such a statement. Spitfire trotted past him and opened her door.

“Now,” she said, “let’s get you to lunch. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to find out how you managed to kick the flank of every last one of my cadets with that recovery of yours…”

Friendship and Research

Friendship and Research

“They’ve done it again!”

Nimbus looked up from a particularly challenging math problem, his concentration now completely broken.

“Storm Runner, somepony better have died, because this assignment is due tomorrow.”

Storm Runner stared blankly at Nimbus. “That… is not funny at all.”

Nimbus almost choked “er… wrong phrase, wrong time? Darn, I’m sorry. What’s going on?”

Storm Runner trotted up to Nimbus and placed the day’s newspaper down on top of his homework. One glance, and it wasn’t hard for Nimbus to tell exactly what his friend was talking about. He read the headline aloud.

“Second Awakening bombing in Starswirl Plaza,” Nimbus felt his blood run cold. Manehattan’s Starswirl Plaza was a hub for vendors and family businesses. The pictures shown on the paper displayed nothing but scorched ground and blackened, twisted stands.

“There’s more,” Storm Runner said, “read the article.”

Nimbus skimmed over the article quickly, reading key points aloud. “Okay, let’s see… this morning, one culprit, used a magically-activated explosive device, destroyed the plaza, nine dead, fifty-two wounded, suspect dead… hang on.” Nimbus squinted, focusing on part of the article. “The culprit was positively I.D’ed?”

“Yeah,” Storm Runner said, “and get this- the culprit was a vendor. The ponies who knew him said he never killed so much as a butterfly, and yet for some reason, he decides to go blow up a plaza full of civilians. When the city guards went through his stuff, they found tons of gear and correspondence related to the Awakening.”

“You mean that group that wants Celestia to step down?”

“Exactly,” Storm Runner nodded. “This guy was one of them, living a normal life, hiding in plain sight. You know what this means?”

“What?” Nimbus said, confused.

“It means that any one of us could be one of these “Awakening” ponies. Hay, for all I know, you could be one! Just think about how many ponies are at this college. If just one is sympathetic to that… twisted cause-”

“Hang on there,” Nimbus said, holding up a hoof, “I don’t think there’s any reason to be paranoid about this.”

“I’m not being paranoid,” Storm Runner said, defending himself, “I’m simply being cautious. Listen, Nimbus, I’m telling you- whatever’s going down now, this is just the beginning.” He squinted his eyes at Nimbus’s homework. “I was going to suggest we go to the library and see if we can’t dig up some information on why these crazies are doing what they’re doing, but it seems you’re occupied.”

“Sure am,” Nimbus said, scratching out some more figures with his pencil.

“Well, I finished that four hours ago,” Storm Runner said, pushing up a chair, “let me see if I can help you with it.”

“In other words, you want me to get this done so we can start off on some crazy crusade against the Awakening?” Nimbus said as Storm Runner seated himself. His friend grinned.

“You know me so well.”

Nimbus sighed. “Fine, I guess it’s worth getting some extra instruction on this work, anyway.”

…

Four hours of book-delving in the school library later, Nimbus and Storm Runner were struggling to keep their eyes open. Nimbus’s face, in fact, had been hovering less than an inch off of the pages of a copy of Myths and Legends of Equestria for the past half an hour. Only the sound of approaching hoofsteps managed to shake him from his near-slumber.

“Cadet Nimbus? Cadet Storm Runner?”

Nimbus turned his head and fixed his bleary eyes on the pony approaching. It was Crescent Star, the school’s Unicorn librarian, pulling a cart of books.

“What are you two doing up here? I mean I understand that schoolwork comes first, but-“ Crescent glanced at a wall clock, “it’s just past midnight!”

“We had some important research we were working on,” Storm Runner said.

“Hmm…” Crescent Star said, frowning, “I don’t recall hearing about any upcoming research projects.”

“Well, it’s more like research done on our own time,” Nimbus said, hoping he was making at least a shred of sense. Crescent Star’s eyes practically lit up at the response.

“Really?! Two students seeking out knowledge on their own, without the incentive of grades? Such a thing is completely unheard of, but-“ she paused, catching her breath, “I am overjoyed! Please let me know if there is any way I can assist you two!”

Nimbus hadn’t been expecting this response, and evidently Storm Runner hadn’t either. The blue Pegasus looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

“Well, ma’am,” Nimbus said slowly, “we’re actually trying to find out whatever we can about the group calling themselves the Awakening.”

“I see,” Crescent Star said, her voice becoming solemn, losing all traces of the bubbling excitement she’d shown only a few moments ago, “those poor souls at Starswirl Plaza… what could drive a pony to commit such unspeakable acts?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out, ma’am,” Storm Runner said, “is there any way for us to find out more about this group?”

“I’m afraid not,” Crescent said, “or at least not from any books I have here. You’re not the first, either. One of your fellow cadets was in here looking for the same information. Sun Blaze, I believe.”

Storm Runner’s jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Oh yes, but unfortunately I had no help to offer her. You see we don’t have any books on the subject.”

“I guess not,” Nimbus said, “I mean the group’s only been around for a few months.”

“Well, I wouldn’t bet on that,” Crescent Star said, placing a few of the books in her cart on nearby shelves, “something like this- something with a cause tied to such an old legend like the Mare in the Moon… I have a feeling it goes farther back than you think. Call it a hunch, but that’s my opinion.”

“But if the Awakening is that old, surely there must be some information on it somewhere,” Nimbus pressed. Crescent Star shook her head.

“No, if it was in one of these books, I would’ve seen it by now. I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.” Crescent turned to leave, then stopped. “Actually, colts, there might be a resource after all…”

“What is it?” Nimbus asked.

“Not what,” Crescent Star said with a smile, “who.”

…

“Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty!”

Nimbus raised himself out of the wing-up position, and Storm Runner did the same. Polaris eyed the two with interest.

“You two were slower today than usual. Long night?”

“You might say that,” Nimbus said, yawning. Storm Runner, promoted by now to Nimbus’s secondary coach, nodded.

“Actually, we were looking for some information in the library.”

“Ah,” Polaris said, setting off on the group’s routine morning gallop, “and I trust you found what you were looking for?”

“Actually, no,” Nimbus said, catching up to Polaris, “we were trying to find information on the Awakening.”

Polaris visibly shuddered at the mention of the group. “You won’t find any books on them. They were supposed to be a forgotten, dark secret of Equestria’s past.”

“Well that’s nothing if not cryptic,” Storm Runner pointed out. Polaris chuckled, but his face was dead serious.

“I know a thing or two,” he admitted, “mostly just information I picked up over the years. Nothing necessarily reliable, of course; it’s all “I heard it from so and so who heard it from someone else” information.”

Polaris paused to jump the safety fence blocking the takeoff hill. Once the Pegasi were airborne, he continued.

“From what I understand, the Awakening were extremely loyal subjects to Nightmare Moon.”

“Nightmare Moon?” Nimbus interrupted, “who’s that?”

“Ah yes,” Polaris said, banking and altering his course to fly over the campus, “I sometimes forget that her true name is known to only a few. Centuries of legends will do that, I suppose. You’d know her as the Mare in the Moon.”

Nimbus rolled level, flying in smooth formation next to Storm Runner. “The Mare in the Moon? Then she’s not a myth?”

“I don’t know,” Polaris said, “the Awakening believe she exists, but the events surrounding Nightmare Moon are shrouded in mystery. Nopony can really know for sure who she was, with the exception of Celestia.”

“Right,” Nimbus said, swooping low over the main hall, “because she was the one who banished her.”

“Do you think she’s really coming back?” Storm Runner cut in.

The Pegasi landed in the courtyard, forming up into a circle to begin stretching. As Polaris stretched his wings, he spoke.

“It’s hard to say. The Nightmare Moon myth is almost entirely based in true historical events. For example, we know that Celestia banished a pony from Equestria right around the time her sister went missing. We also know that the pony she banished led some sort of uprising against her. Can she come back? All banishments end eventually, but the Mare in the Moon would have to be immortal or at least have magically-slowed aging to survive for one thousand years. One thing is certain- if she comes back, she’d need help. Breaking a spell like Celestia’s would require an immense amount of magic.”

Nimbus sighed as he stretched his back legs, “well, that makes me feel better,” he admitted, “so she can’t come back on her own?”

“It’s very unlikely,” Polaris said. “By the way- why all the interest in this subject now?”

Storm Runner was flexing and “stretching,” striking a few heroic poses as a group of mares passed by on their way to breakfast. When Polaris posed his question, Storm Runner turned back to him. “We’re trying to figure out just what the hay is going on with the Awakening right now. Did you hear about the attack yesterday?”

Polaris nodded, “Starswirl Plaza, and this one was more violent than the first.”

“We just want to find out what their goal is,” Nimbus said, standing and shaking his mane, “for all we know, we could be dealing with them when we graduate.”

“I commend that,” Polaris said, “although I hope you won’t have to.”

Nimbus turned and headed for the dining hall after bidding Polaris a good morning. As he entered the building, he could see the sun coming up again. Princess Celestia was hard at work as usual, and he could almost forget that anything could possibly be wrong with the world. The breakfast line was serving baked apples, and Nimbus’s mouth started watering as soon as he found out. Grabbing a plate of the delicious treats, he took a seat at a bench in the corner of the hall. Storm Runner sat down beside him.

“These apples are delicious,” Nimbus said, devouring the warm, cinnamon-sprinkled fruit, “perfectly in season.”

“Agreed,” Storm Runner said, digging into the apples voraciously. The two were so occupied by their breakfasts that they didn’t even notice when a mare paused behind them- the last pony they’d expected to see here.

“Stuffing your faces, colts? You two seem to be positively radiating with professionalism.”

Nimbus froze at the sound of the familiar, sarcastic bite in the mare’s tone. He turned around slowly, hoping he was wrong about who he was about to see. He had no such luck. The silver-coated, orange-maned form of Sun Blaze was staring smugly down at him.

“May I ask what you want?” Nimbus said through clenched teeth, his mane bristling. Sun Blaze smirked, driving his blood pressure up even more.

“I get around,” she said, “and it seems you two had the same idea I did. You want to know more about the Awakening, and so do I. As much as I hate to admit it, we have a common cause. I can help you two out.”

Nimbus’s jaw almost hit the floor, and Storm Runner was equally startled. “Okay,” the blue Pegasus said, “give me one good reason why I should believe you’re not about to flip our table.”

“Oh believe me- we are anything but friends. I still would like nothing better than to floor both of you brainless know-it-alls-“

“Umm… know-it-alls generally aren’t brainless,” Nimbus pointed out.

“Shut up,” Sun Blaze snapped, “don’t make this harder for me. I still hate both of you with every fiber of my being, but there’s strength in numbers, especially when something as serious as the Awakening could be affecting this very campus…”

Nimbus raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Depends,” Sun Blaze sniffed, “do I get to join your little team or not?”

Nimbus looked to Storm Runner, who shrugged, then looked back to Sun Blaze. “Give us a moment,” he said finally. Sun Blaze retreated, and Nimbus and Storm Runner spoke in whispers.

“This seem fishy at all to you?” Storm Runner asked.

“No, surprisingly,” Nimbus answered, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but she actually seemed genuine.”

“I was afraid you’d say that. I still feel uneasy about this.”

“Look,” Nimbus reasoned, “maybe she’s a great pony. Perhaps all she needs is some friends. We could help her out!”

“Right,” Storm Runner said, “and if that doesn’t work, we at least drive her up the wall. Okay, I’m in.”

Nimbus lifted his head and nodded to Sun Blaze. The silver mare approached, with an annoying grin spread across her face. “So how was your little secret conversation, then?” she asked, mocking them with a childish voice.

“It went well,” Nimbus replied evenly, “in fact, you can join us in our little quest.”

“Good,” Sun Blaze said, down to seriousness now, “then you two need to meet me in the library after classes are done. This is much bigger than either of you realize.”

…

“I still think this is crazy,” Storm Runner said as he and Nimbus trotted to the library, “I mean seriously- odds are we’re both about to be the butt of some huge and embarrassing prank.”

“Hey,” Nimbus pointed out, “you agreed, did you not? Prank or not, we have to trust her.”

Storm Runner groaned. “Celestia, now I really think I’ve lost you, Nimbus. A week ago, you’d never even have considered this.”

“Well, I’m hooked on this whole Awakening thing now,” Nimbus said, “and we’re seeing it through to the end.”

Arriving at the library, the two Pegasi stepped inside, scanning the room. Sun Blaze, as Storm Runner had expected, was nowhere in sight.

“Told you,” Storm Runner scoffed, “brace yourself because we’re probably about to have a bucket of ice water dropped on-“

“So you two came after all.”

Sun Blaze trotted out from between a row of book shelves, regarding Nimbus and Storm Runner coolly. “I have to say,” she confided, “I didn’t really think you two would show.”

“Oh believe me, we’d just as soon not be here,” Storm Runner growled.

“Yeah, heard it before,” Sun Blaze countered, sitting down at a nearby table and beckoning for the stallions to join her, “I don’t exactly like dealing with you two morons either, but we’re apparently on the same track here.”

“And that is?” Nimbus said pulling up a chair and staring Sun Blaze in the face.

“You must be joking,” Sun Blaze deadpanned, “how much idiot milk did you have with your stupid flakes this morning? The Awakening, brainless. I thought that might have been obvious from our little chat earlier, but apparently not.”

Nimbus felt a hoof collide swiftly with his leg under the table. Storm Runner was shooting him a “well done, genius,” look. Nimbus cleared his throat and turned back to Sun Blaze.

“Okay,” he said, “earlier you said this whole situation was much bigger than we thought. What makes you say that?”

Sun Blaze placed her saddlebag on the table and pulled out an old, cracked, black book. Emblazoned on the cover was a solid silver crescent moon. Nimbus hadn’t seen anything like it- the book looked ancient.

“Bet you didn’t find this in the library the other night,” Sun Blaze said, opening the book carefully. The binding almost seemed to squeak like a rusty door hinge. “This book is over a thousand years old, and to my knowledge, it is the only copy that exists to this day. Our dear ruler, Princess Celestia, had all the others burned.” Noting Nimbus’s and Storm Runner’s raised eyebrows, she continued. “Oh, you didn’t know Her Highness has her own little secrets? Well let me be the first to tell you- she isn’t exactly clean herself. This book was the doctrine of the Awakening. A copy was given to every single family involved; its contents were to be passed from generation to generation. When Celestia found out they’d been created, she ordered them destroyed. There’s dark stuff in here.”

“So… how did you figure that out?” Storm Runner scoffed, “you just went up to the first Awakening member and asked him? That it?”

“Actually, the first member was a mare,” Sun Blaze corrected him, sliding the book in his direction, “and no, I did not ask her. It’s called page one.”

Storm Runner scrutinized the book, skimming through the contents of the first page. With each successive sweep of his eyes, his jaw dropped a little farther. Finally, he pushed the book back to Sun Blaze. “So,” he said, “this is really the real deal, then. The original families of the Awakening passed membership down, presumably until the present day.”

“Correct,” Sun Blaze said.

“Which means members could be anypony, anywhere,” Nimbus added.

“Two points to Captain Obvious,” Sun Blaze answered, “and it just so happens that we may have our own little subgroup here at this school.”

Nimbus’s ears perked up. A subgroup at the Royal Equestrian Air College could be disastrous. The Academy housed several high-ranking members of the Equestrian military, and with close proximity to Canterlot, an advantageous position for somepony wishing to do Celestia harm.

“A subgroup?” he asked, “and you’re sure about that?”

“Not entirely, but I’ve been tailing them for a while now. Two are in the Aviator program like us.”

“Well don’t leave us in suspense,” Storm Runner said, “who are they?”

Sun Blaze flicked her mane casually. “I’m not ready to put my full trust in you two yet. We’ve only just met. For now, go about your normal lives, but be cautious. Remember what we’ve discussed, and look for any indications about who might be involved with the Awakening.”

“What kind of indications are we looking for?” Nimbus asked. Sun Blaze dropped the book unceremoniously in his lap, forcing the poor Pegasus to gasp as the wind was knocked out of him.

“You will find those indications in this book,” Sun Blaze answered, “and by the way- I’d be careful with that if I were you. It’s technically illegal to possess one. Good day.”

Without another word, Sun Blaze dismissed herself and exited the library; Nimbus hastily grabbed the book and stuffed it into his backpack, knocking over a stack of books next to him.

“Yeah, that’s not conspicuous at all,” Storm Runner said, commenting on his friend’s attempt at sneakiness.

“What the hay was that all about?” Nimbus said, ignoring his friend’s comment, “she shows up for five minutes, spills her guts about all of this Awakening mumbo jumbo, leaves us with a really old, really illegal book, not bothering to tell us where she got it, and just walks away.”

“Well, I propose we make the most of this,” Storm Runner said. “She’s on our side, that much is certain, and now we have a book that’ll tell us exactly how to find out who among us is an incognito terrorist, so I say we read up, hone our pony ninja skills, and go prank these suckers.”

Nimbus could barely speak. He simply stared at Storm Runner. “Pony ninja skills?” he said finally, “Storm Runner, are you okay?”

“Yep,” Storm Runner said, a bit too hastily, “totally cool here. I am just okey-dokey.”

“Okay then,” Nimbus said, hesitantly, as he stood up, “because you’re talking the way you do when you think you’ve got a crush on somepony.”

“Are you suggesting I- oh Celestia, Nimbus, no. Not her! Uh-uh. Nope. If I had it my way, I’d tie that pompous little weasel up and throw her off the mountain. Satisfied?”

Nimbus shot his friend a crooked smile. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The two ponies left the library abuzz with chatter, but despite the lighthearted mood, Nimbus couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. He was carrying a dark book- something so evil Celestia herself had ordered others like it to be destroyed; things had suddenly become serious. Only a day ago, he’d been a spectator to the frightening events that were unfolding throughout Equestria. Now, for better or worse, he’d become a part of them.

Coming Home

Coming Home

Nimbus sat back in his seat as, at the front of the classroom, Dusk Shine went over Royal Equestrian Air Force history. He respected his teacher, and was interested in the subject, but his mind was elsewhere today. Last night, the campus had received its first snowfall. It hadn’t been much- a light sprinkling at best- but the sight had filled Nimbus with warmth. Hearth’s Warming Eve was coming, and with it, winter break. He’d be going home to see his family for the first time since summer. There would be long nights to come, filled with games, fires in the fireplace, gift-giving, and perhaps the most delightful of all- chess pie. Nimbus licked his lips as he thought about the sugary cornmeal treat. He could almost taste it right now. His daydreams were cut short by a swift kick to the back of his seat. Nimbus shook himself from his stupor. Dusk Shine was gazing intently at him, and with a sinking feeling, Nimbus realized that he’d been asked a question.

“Could you… please repeat the question, sir?” Nimbus asked as respectfully as possible. Dusk Shine smiled.

“I would love to,” Dusk Shine said, “but judging by the look on your face, I feel the question should probably be adjusted accordingly. Tell me, Nimbus- was it gumdrops or candy canes you were thinking about?”

The class went into a complete uproar and Nimbus blushed as Dusk Shine chuckled to himself. “You’ve got to have a little fun when your job has you in a classroom all day,” he admitted as the laughter died down, “but as I was saying, Nimbus, can you tell us how the REAF was used during the attack on Manehattan Bay during the Great Griffon War?”

Nimbus was relieved. The question had been plucked directly from last night’s reading. “Yes sir,” he answered, “the Pegasi were sent around the attacking Griffon force in an effort to circle around and attack from behind. The Griffons, however, moved too quickly, and by the time the REAF reached Manehattan Bay, very few forces were left to actually attack. The maneuver was a failure because planners did not consider the Griffons’ speed and skill in offensive actions.”

Dusk Shine nodded, “well done, Nimbus. I can see you did your reading. Still, I’d suggest you try to pay a little more attention. You’ve only got a few more hours to go here.”

“Yes sir,” Nimbus said, straightening up in his seat. One thing was certain- the next hour of class was going to be long indeed.

…

“So, your plans for the holidays?”

Storm Runner caught up to Nimbus as the orange Pegasus exited his last class for the day. Nimbus greeted him with a nod and a smile.

“Heading back home to Hollow Shades,” Nimbus answered, “my family’s renting a cabin for Hearth’s Warming Eve. Real mountainside stuff, as if I hadn’t had enough of that recently.”

“No kidding,” Storm Runner said, “although this mountain’s probably got a bit less vegetation than what you see in Hollow Shades. How did you do on your last final?”

“Aced it,” Nimbus said, gesturing dramatically with his hoof, “by which I mean it was a ninety-four percent. Buy hey- an “A” is an “A” am I right?”

“You are indeed,” Storm Runner chuckled.

“I finally feel good,” Nimbus admitted as they crossed the bridge to the campus, “just a few months ago, I was beating myself up over the Wonderbolts Academy. Now, I’d say things are really looking up.”

“Well I for one am glad to hear you say that,” Storm Runner said, “especially because it’s better to have an awesome roommate than a moody one.”

“Oh shut it,” Nimbus said. A sudden rush of air announced the arrival of a Pegasus behind the two ponies. They turned and were greeted by none other than Sun Blaze.

“Hello again, colts,” Sun Blaze said drily, “been doing your research?”

Nimbus thought back to the Awakening book she’d given them to read through. The writing was nothing if not disturbing, but also somewhat interesting. He and Storm Runner had read the book cover to cover twice now.

“We’ve read the book, if that’s what you mean,” Nimbus said.

“And? Seen any signs of Awakening activity here?”

“Signs like what?” Storm Runner said, “ponies muttering mystical mumbo jumbo? Secret hoofshakes? Or perhaps my favorite- public displays of rebellion? Sorry, can’t say I have.”

Sun Blaze fixed Storm Runner with a glare. “This isn’t exactly funny, you know. I came across a lunar seal in the lower regions of the school yesterday. That’s some serious magic. Somepony was attempting to contact Nightmare Moon herself.”

“I understand the seriousness,” Nimbus said, “but honestly… what are we going to do about it? We’re all going off-campus in the next few hours.”

Sun Blaze shrugged. “Just remain vigilant, that’s all. Chances are if somepony with the Awakening doesn’t know we’re on to them yet, they will soon, and the last thing I need is for you two chuckleheads to wind up dead because the Awakening sees you as a threat.”

“Right,” Nimbus said, “well I’ll do that… while I stay with my family in a very secluded cabin in the middle of nowhere.”

Sun Blaze stared at him with a look of utter seriousness.

“-where nopony would have a chance of finding me,” Nimbus finished.

“Well, let’s hope so,” Sun Blaze sighed. “Don’t die on break.”

“Merry Hearth’s Warming Eve to you too,” Storm Runner called out as Sun Blaze took off, heading for the carriages lined up to take the cadets to either Canterlot’s train station or directly to Cloudsdale. Storm Runner nodded towards the carriages.

“Well, I’m off to Cloudsdale. Have a great holiday, Nimbus.”

“You too,” Nimbus said, raising a wing, “wing slap!”

The two Pegasi smacked their wings together, then lowered them again. Storm Runner turned back as he headed for his carriage.

“Oh, and-“ he tried his best to imitate Sun Blaze, “don’t die.”

Nimbus broke down laughing as his friend boarded his carriage. Nimbus collected himself and hopped into his own carriage, filled with cadets and civilian students alike, chattering about their holiday plans. It wasn’t long before Nimbus joined them, settling into a holiday-induced trance of cheerfulness.

…

Nimbus glanced back as his train departed Hollow Shades station. The only students left on the train were heading farther east, to Manehattan, and Nimbus didn’t envy them. It was already nearly two in the morning, and he was exhausted. Adjusting his saddlebag, Nimbus headed to the opposite side of the station, where his parents were supposedly waiting. Rounding the corner, Nimbus had no time to react as a grey blur impacted him to the chest and practically pinned him to the ground.

“Nimbus!” a shrill voice squeaked. Nimbus looked up just in time to see the beaming face of Whirlwind, his younger brother.

“Hey there!” Nimbus said, cheerfully ruffling his brother’s mane, “where are Mom and Dad?”

“They’re coming!” Whirlwind said, helping Nimbus up, “you wanna know what? Today was my last day in school! I’m halfway done with first grade!”

Nimbus smiled as he and his brother started walking, “you look the part too, Whirly. I swear it’s like every time I see you, you’ve grown a couple feet taller. Why, you’re gonna be taller than me before you know it.”

Nimbus spotted his parents seated on a bench a short distance away. Neither was looking his way. He nudged Whirlwind and held a hoof to his lips. “Hey, why don’t we surprise Mom and Dad, eh?”

Whirlwind nodded excitedly, and Nimbus grinned. “Climb up on my back.”

Whirlwind sat on Nimbus’s back, hooking his leg into the strap of Nimbus’s saddlebag. “Okay,” he whispered, “let’s go!”

Nimbus pushed himself off the ground, launching vertically into the air and accelerating.

“Wow, you got fast!” Whirlwind said, giggling with delight.

“It’s one of the many perks of Aviation Training School,” Nimbus said matter-of-factly, “now hold on tight!”

Without any further warning, Nimbus rolled inverted and dove straight down towards the ground, spreading his wings and slowing his descent in a few short feet right in front of his parents, Updraft and Comet Stream. The two Pegasi drew back in surprise, then broke into beaming smiles as they realized who they were staring at.

“Nimbus, it’s so good to see you!” Comet Stream, his mother, said, wrapping her hooves around him in a hug. Whirlwind quickly slid off Nimbus’s back in attempt to avoid what he felt for sure was about to become a major cootie hotspot. Nimbus hugged back, suddenly realizing how much he’d missed his parents. It had been seven months of hard work, and he’d barely had time to focus on them at all. Now, seeing them here in front of him, made him realize how much he’d completely dismissed his normal life.

“Hey, buddy,” Updraft said, stepping forward and taking Nimbus in a bear hug, “it’s good to see you again.”

“Good to see you too, Dad,” Nimbus said, trying hard to fight back his urge to choke up. His father released him, and Whirlwind, deciding that the zone was once again cootie-free, took his place by Nimbus’s side.

“Well, let’s head to the cabin,” Comet Stream said, “I’m sure we’ve all got a lot to talk about.”

“Absolutely,” Nimbus nodded, and he and his parents set off into the night.

…

The cabin wasn’t spectacularly huge. Cozy would have been a better way to describe it. It had two bedrooms connected to a large main room where a pine tree was placed, festooned with ornaments. Near the tree was a couch, just big enough for the family of four, and in another corner was a small kitchen. It wasn’t much, but Nimbus felt he preferred it that way. Civilization, at its closest, was ten miles away, and he couldn’t wait to wake up to hot chocolate, snowball fights, and sledding.

“This is it,” Updraft said, turning on the kitchen lights. “Nimbus, you’ll be sharing a room with Whirlwind.”

“Alright!” Whirlwind shouted, and Nimbus laughed.

“Hoofbump, Whirly,” he said, holding out his hoof. Whirlwind took the opportunity hoofbumped his brother with all his might. Nimbus feigned injury, taking his hoof back and shaking it.

“Whew, that was some hoofbump. You’re getting pretty strong there.”

“Alright, colts,” Comet said, “it’s been a long day for both of you, I’m sure. Time for you two to head to bed.”

Nimbus yawned, the day’s hours suddenly falling on him at once. “That sounds like an excellent idea. Goodnight Mom, goodnight Dad.”

“Goodnight Nimbus,” his parents echoed. Nimbus trotted into his room where Whirlwind had already set up a pillow fort on the top bunk of the bed.

Nimbus pretended not to notice his brother’s characteristic black mane poking up from behind the pillows and set to work organizing his belongings. “It’s odd,” he said to himself as he brushed his teeth, “I could swear Whirly was just here a few minutes ago.” Shaking his head, Nimbus spit into the sink and trotted back over to the bed. Pausing, he looked up at the tuft of black, grinning. Nimbus reached up to grab one of the concealing pillows with his teeth, and promptly received a snowball to the flank for the trouble.

“Gotcha!”

Nimbus turned around in total surprise. Whirlwind was standing behind him with an impish grin on his face. “What?” Nimbus spluttered, “but how did you-?”

Deciding to find out for himself, Nimbus grabbed the pillow and took it down. Behind it was a strategically-placed mop, the same color as Whirlwind’s mane. Nimbus nodded. “Very clever. I’d ask how you managed to get a snowball in here, but that’s probably a trade secret.”

“Sure is!” Whirlwind said, climbing up on his bunk as Nimbus turned off the light. Nimbus climbed into his own bed. The mattress was hard and the frame was short, but it didn’t matter. He was home with family. As he closed his eyes, Nimbus heard Whirlwind utter one more quick statement.

“Hey Nimbus? I’m glad you’re home.”

Smiling, Nimbus whispered, “so am I, Whirly. So am I.”

…

The next morning went by in a blur. Just as Nimbus had predicted, it was just like Hearth’s Warming Eve every previous year. The family drank hot chocolate and Nimbus brought them up to speed on his progress at REAC, while Whirlwind told Nimbus every detail he could muster about his experiences in his small first grade class in Hollow Shades’ schoolhouse. It was like a dream. No work to worry about, no responsibilities- just family. At the moment, Nimbus was finishing up a slice of buttery toast with apple jelly as his brother explained his latest plans.

“All my friends are going to be out on Hoofbreaker Slope this morning,” Whirlwind said between bites, “they’ll be sledding. Can I go meet them? Please?”

Comet Stream sighed “I really wish you wouldn’t call it that.”

Whirlwind shrugged, “but everypony calls it Hoofbreaker, Mom.”

“We have some errands to run today,” Updraft said, walking by the table, “although… Nimbus, would you mind taking your brother sledding?”

“Me? Sure,” Nimbus answered. Whirlwind was practically bouncing with joy.

“You’re coming, Nimbus? This is gonna be so awesome!”

Nimbus laughed, “sure is.” Turning to his parents, he added, “I guess we’ll be out at Hoofbreaker for the day, if you need to find us.”

“Of course,” Updraft said, “we’ll see you two later.”

Nimbus excused himself from the table, washing his plate in the small sink. He then trotted over to the door, waiting for Whirlwind to finish up. The colt finished the rest of his toast in seconds, and was at the door faster than Nimbus had seen most of his fellow cadets run.

“Be safe out there,” Comet added as Nimbus cracked the door open. Nimbus looked back with a mischievous grin.

“Mom, it’s me we’re talking about here. What could possibly go awry?”

…

Nimbus banked left and descended, flying over the famous sled run known to Hollow Shades’ locals as Hoofbreaker Slope. Whirlwind was flying beside him, somewhat unsteadily. The colt had learned to fly only a year previous. Nimbus smiled as they passed over a group of foals boarding a toboggan sled.

“Huh, looks exactly the same way as I remember it,” he said.

“I can’t wait to do this!” Whirlwind said, “are you ready with the sled?”

Nimbus pulled the sled he’d been carrying off his back. “Ready. Hop in when you’re ready.”

Whirlwind flew into the sled and positioned himself at the front. “Let’s go!”

Nimbus tipped forward and initiated a dive, heading straight for the mountain’s peak. As he passed the peak, Nimbus leveled off slowly, until he was right over the snowy slope. Then, he folded his wings in and dropped into the sled behind his brother.

“Yeehaw!” Nimbus whooped as he and his brother sailed past the other ponies getting ready for sled runs of their own. They were sliding downhill and still accelerating, and Nimbus was using his wings in an attempt to keep the little sled on course. By now, Nimbus and Whirlwind looked like nothing more than a small, white meteor hurtling downhill, trailing a snowy wake. Other ponies sledding by at normal speeds looked on in awe as they passed. Nimbus simply greeted their stares with a smile and wave. Up ahead, Nimbus could see the hill leveling off, and nudged his brother.

“Hang on!” he said, ending up with a mouthful of snow in the brief time it took to speak those few words. Nimbus twisted his wings, wrenching the sled to one side, and leaned away from the skid, forcing the sled’s friction to stop it. Unfortunately, nature had other plans, and had placed a rather large snow bank in their path. Realizing they had no time to slow down, Nimbus grabbed Whirlwind.

“Bail out!” he ordered, throwing Whirlwind into the air fractions of a second before he ran headfirst into the freezing cold pile of snow. Whirlwind floated down gently using his wings, and stopped to look around. Nimbus was nowhere to be seen, but there was a suspicious-looking hole in the snowbank they’d been headed for.

Without warning, Nimbus popped out of the snow like a whale breaching the surface.

“Aagh! Cold!” he hissed, teeth chattering. Whirlwind rolled around laughing, and received a snowball to the side for the trouble. Packing up some snow of his own, he let fly at his brother.

“Come on,” Nimbus said, dodging the snowball, “is that your best?”

Whirlwind took a quick glance to the rear and shook his head. “Nope. I brought backup.”

Nimbus’s gaze shifted to where Whirlwind had been looking. Several colts and fillies behind him were already packing their own snowballs. He raised an eyebrow at his younger brother.

“Well-played. I’d say now is a good time for me to run.”

Nimbus didn’t get more than five hoofsteps before he was nearly buried by a shower of snowballs. He shook his head, spitting out snow as the laughing foals surrounded him.

“You’re Nimbus?”

“Are you an Aviator?”

“How many Griffons have you taken down?”

“Can you really breathe fire?”

Nimbus laughed as the questions bombarded him, playing along for a time. Apparently his brother had been quite busy spreading stories about him to his friends.

“No, I’m not an Aviator yet,” Nimbus answered, “I haven’t downed any Griffons, and I regret to say that I don’t breathe fire. What I do have, however, is the most awesome brother in the world, and from what I can tell, he’s got the coolest friends anypony could ask for. Now- who’d like to hear about the battle of Elderhoof Peak?”

The ponies gathered around excitedly, listening as Nimbus told a story straight from his history lessons, weaving the tale in a way that he hoped made it as engaging as it had been when Polaris told his class the same exact thing. As he chattered away, throwing aside the yoke of seriousness he’d been carrying around for the past few months, he was surprised to find that he missed childhood. Things had been much simpler then. Now, he had more responsibility, and no clues as to what to do with it all. Still, something about the wide-eyed, admiring colts and fillies talking to him filled his heart with pride. Despite everything he’d done; despite all of the mistakes he’d made, these ponies still looked up to him. Nimbus thought long and hard about this as he spent the afternoon sledding with Whirlwind and his friends, and by the time the sun set and the two brothers turned their backs on Hoofbreaker Slope, Nimbus felt confidence knowing that whatever trouble’s he’d face in the next few months of school, he would always have others supporting him.

…

Nimbus sipped his mug of coffee as his parents returned from Whirlwind’s bedroom. The colt had come home exhausted from his day at the slope, and had fallen asleep no more than thirty minutes after dinner, leaving Nimbus with his parents for the night. Nimbus looked up as Updraft and Comet Stream entered the room.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad. So, am I putting presents under the tree this year?”

Comet Stream chuckled as she sat down on the couch opposite Nimbus with Updraft, pouring the two of them coffee. “Not just yet. Your father and I aren’t giving up that role so easily.”

Updraft took a long swig of the warm beverage before speaking. “We’re really proud of you, Nimbus,” he said at last. “Last year, with the Wonderbolt Academy… you scared us. Not because we realized that you couldn’t handle what they threw at you, because we knew you could, but because we feared that you’d learn that sometimes things don’t come easily to you the hard way. We were afraid that when you came back to us after those four months, you wouldn’t be able to recover, and yet here you are.”

“Yeah,” Nimbus said quietly with a smile, “sometimes I scarcely believe it myself.”

“Your brother really looks up to you,” Updraft said, “if ever you have any doubt in the coming months, remember that.”

“And it’s only five more months,” Comet added, “you’ve made it this far. It’s time for you to show them all that you have what it takes.”

Nimbus finished his coffee, resting his head on the couch. “Of course I will.” At the moment, he couldn’t wish for a better life. A warm fire, his family around him- he hadn’t felt as happy as this in almost three years. Still, a dark cloud seemed to hang over his mind.

“Mom, Dad, what do you think about the Awakening?” he asked hesitantly.

Updraft sighed. “To be honest, I’d hoped they would just fade away after their first bombing, but they haven’t. Now there’s talk down in Hollow Shades about them. Ponies accusing each other of having secrets, so-and-so saw someone else practicing dark magic, et cetera. The whole thing is a mess. Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if their mission was just to turn us all on ourselves.”

“It’s sad,” Comet Stream added, “they think their cause is just, so they’ll just keep on hurting innocent ponies to further it. Nimbus, you should be honored that you’re going into the military, where you have the ability to do something about ponies like them.”

“If I get the chance,” Nimbus said, “do you really think they’re going to bring back Nightmare Moon?”

Updraft shook his head as he set his coffee down, “I honestly don’t know, but if they do, it’ll be bad news. There was a reason Celestia didn’t just banish her to some remote corner of the world. Rumor has it she’s as powerful as our leader herself.”

“Don’t trouble yourself about that, though,” Comet Stream added, “this is not the time. It’s Hearth’s Warming Eve, for Celestia’s sake.”

“Of course,” Nimbus said, yawning, “you’re right.”

“Somepony tired?” Comet said.

Nimbus shook his head, but now that he was finally relaxed, he was discovering how much of a toll the day’s activity had taken on his strength. He could feel his eyelids drooping, and it was requiring almost too much effort to even keep his head up. “I’m fine, Mom,” he said slowly, “just need some more coffee, and… I’ll… be…”

Nimbus’s head fell back on the couch as he slumbered away. He was completely at peace in the cabin- this “sanctuary” from his daily stresses. Inside, his parents nodded to each other and set out placing gifts under the pine tree, while outside, beautiful, glistening white snowflakes danced down from the sky. Below, the festive lights of Hollow Shades shone with a soft warmth amongst the valley trees, reflecting off the falling snow. The air was still and silent, and for one night, the entire world was completely peaceful. Nimbus slumbered away- he was warm, he was happy, and he was content.

But most of all, he was home.

Battle Scars

Battle Scars

Nimbus breathed in the familiar, crisp, cool mountain air as he stepped off the carriage that had just pulled up to the Royal Equestrian Air College and gave a long sigh. After a week and a half with his family, the last place he wanted to be was back here. When he’d first come to this school, he’d seen the towering stone walls as a strong symbol of his rebirth; his chance to make his past right. Now, he was just depressed at the prospect of several more months of work before his goal could be achieved. Nimbus picked up his saddlebag and set off across the snow-covered courtyard, making his way to the bridge that led to his living quarters.

"Cadet Nimbus, welcome back."

Nimbus turned around before stepping onto the bridge. Dusk Shine was approaching behind him.

"Good afternoon, sir," Nimbus responded, maintaining an air of professionalism despite being out of uniform. Dusk Shine followed Nimbus over the bridge.

"I've been in contact with Polaris," the Unicorn said. "He mentioned your training's going well. I for one would like to see REAC get its honor back."

"Absolutely, sir," Nimbus nodded. Dusk Shine went on.

"There's going to be another opportunity coming up soon for you to get a little practice in before the Meet. Are you aware of Operation Indigo?"

Nimbus thought back through his studies, remembering the name. Operation Indigo was a yearly meeting of several Equestrian military units, designed to prepare them for the prospect of war by putting them in war-like scenarios. It was one of the few times Aviators actually got dogfight experience. "I've heard of it, sir, yes," Nimbus answered.

"It's one week for now, and the cadets from our school will be participating. My idea. I'm not expecting you all to blow the competition away, of course. You're all a bit low in the experience department. What I would like to see, though, is some original thinking. Every year the cadets go in full speed, ready for a dogfight, and every year they get their flanks handed to them in the first five minutes."

"Well, sir, I think my classmates and I can figure something out," Nimbus said confidently. Dusk Shine smiled and chuckled.

"Excellent. Then I'll hold you to that. Take care, Nimbus, and get some sleep. There's a run planned for tomorrow morning."

Nimbus nodded as his commander took off towards the main building. His dormitory building loomed ahead, and it wasn't long before Nimbus once again found himself making his way through the ancient stone structure in search of his room.

He was surprised to see that Storm Runner hadn’t rushed out to greet him. He’d assumed his friend would have been back earlier. Still, Nimbus reasoned, Storm Runner probably had a fair amount of unpacking to do first. As he approached his dorm room, Nimbus was about to push open the door when he heard sobbing inside- a mare, in fact. Cocking an eyebrow, Nimbus cracked open the door slowly. Storm Runner was sitting on his bed, and Sun Blaze was sitting on Nimbus’s bed across from him, crying. At the sound of the creaking door, Storm Runner raised his head.

“Nimbus, good to see you. It’s… not the best time.”

“No, it’s fine,” Sun Blaze sniffed, “let him come in.”

Hesitantly, Nimbus let himself in. He knew instantly something serious was going on. Mares were not allowed into stallions’ dorms, and Sun Blaze was putting herself at risk coming here. “What’s going on?” Nimbus asked, cautiously.

Sun Blaze fixed her tear-blurred eyes upon Nimbus. “My- my parents,” she said, breaking down into sobs again. “My parents were attacked.”

“What?” Nimbus said, “Sun Blaze, I’m so sorry. Why?”

Sun Blaze breathed in, shuddering as sobs racked her body. “When I came home,” she began, “it was just like normal. My parents were there to greet me, and we went back to the house for the holidays, just like old times. It was the night before Hearth’s Warming Eve when things got strange. I saw… I saw a pony just waiting around outside our house. He’d get up and leave from time to time, but even through the next day, he was there. Just before our Hearth’s Warming Eve dinner, I noticed he’d disappeared. When I checked again later, he was still gone. I thought he might have finally gone for good, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. He must have come in at night… when I woke up that morning, I went downstairs and waited for my parents. I- I even fixed breakfast for them. After waiting around for two hours, I finally went to go check on them, and that’s when I saw them. They were dead- their throats were ritualistically cut, and the pony that did it left the weapon he used.”

Sun Blaze reached into her saddlebag and removed a twisted, shining, black knife. “It’s all my fault,” she choked.

“You can’t possibly mean that,” Nimbus said, trying to maintain a comforting tone, “that pony had nothing to do with-“

“That pony had everything to do with me!” Sun Blaze barked, “don’t you get it? This knife is an Awakening weapon! They knew I was looking into their plans! I don’t know how, but somehow they found out.”

Nimbus went stone cold. What Sun Blaze had said made sense, though he didn’t want to believe it, and if what she said was true, then he and Storm Runner were in just as much danger.

“How would they have known?” Nimbus asked, shaking his head.

“About us?” Sun Blaze whispered, “it’s a long story.”

“We have time, if telling it will help you,” Storm Runner said.

Sun Blaze stood, beckoning for Nimbus to take a seat on his bed while she addressed them. “So neither of you two ever wondered why I had that book about the Awakening in the first place?” The stallions shook their heads and Sun Blaze wiped away a tear. “Well, to put it as simply as possible, my family is part of the Awakening bloodline.”

Nimbus’s eyes widened. “Sun Blaze? But- no offense- why the name? You’re the last pony I’d expect to be a supporter of Nightmare Moon.”

Sun Blaze lowered her head in shame. “I know. My parents were supposed to carry on the tradition. Loyal supporters and all that. When I was born, they rebelled- they told me later that they couldn’t raise me for the sole purpose of serving Nightmare Moon. They wanted me to live my own life, and they knew Nightmare Moon was evil, so they brought me up normally, or as normally as a family on the run from a bunch of angry fanatics could be. I knew how to handle a sword before I could fly, and friends? Forget about it. Friends were hazards. My parents told me that fillies and colts born into the Awakening were educated and prepared to fight and die for their leader at a very young age, and they told me that if they found out about my heritage… they’d kill me without hesitation. You can’t even begin to think about what that does to a child!”

“I’m sorry,” Nimbus said, “I had no idea…”

“Then I came here and saw you, Nimbus. You had natural talent, you were happy, and you’d faced a good deal of adversity in your life. It didn’t seem fair to me that you could take something negative like disenrollment and just bounce back, while I was stuck with my situation forever. I still can’t believe the things I said to you two. I tried to crush your spirits- to make you feel what I feel- but I couldn’t do it. That’s when I realized that perhaps this was my chance to try something new. Maybe now, I could finally release that yoke that had been hanging over my neck my entire childhood. I joined up with you two over a common cause- the Awakening. What I never told you was that I never wanted to simply find out their plans. I wanted to expose them to the world, and watch them die out for what they did to my childhood. Now, after this Hearth’s Warming Eve…” new tears began to fall from her eyes, “I just don’t know. I want to forget about all of this.”

Slowly, hesitantly, Storm Runner moved towards her and placed a hoof over her shoulder. Sun Blaze flinched slightly, but didn’t object as Storm Runner hugged her, letting her tears fall into his mane. “Sun Blaze,” he said, “if you want us to stop hunting the Awakening, just say so. We’re done.”

“It wasn’t worth it,” Sun Blaze sighed, “we never should’ve gone poking our muzzles into their business in the first place.” Sun Blaze smiled as she stepped back, “Thank you, Storm Runner. That… wasn’t nearly as terrible as I’d thought it would be.”

Storm Runner nodded, “that’s what I’m here for.”

Nimbus stood and started unpacking his things, feeling the room’s tension dying down. “Sun Blaze,” he said, hanging up his uniform, “since you’re done with the Awakening now, would you… like to be a part of my training team for the Cloudsdale Meet?”

Sun Blaze’s eyes looked like dinner plates. “You… can’t be serious. You want me on your team?”

Nimbus nodded. “I sure do. Storm Runner’s great for fitness training, but when it comes to technique, he’s terrible. I’d say we need another coach.”

“I resent that,” Storm Runner piped up, eliciting a faint laugh from Sun Blaze.

“Nimbus, I’d be honored,” she said at last. “After all I just told you two, you’re still willing to be my friends?”

Smiling, Nimbus put away his saddlebag. “Sun Blaze, we’d be your friends regardless of what you told us.”

Taken aback, Sun Blaze fumbled her way to the door. “Well, thank you two so much,” she said finally, “and…” she darted forward and planted a kiss on Storm Runner before he could react, “thank you, you blue-feathered knucklehead. I’ll see you two tomorrow, then.” Sun Blaze walked out the door, leaving a dazed but rather delighted-looking Storm Runner sitting on his bed.

“0500 on the parade field!” Nimbus called after Sun Blaze, “I’ll see you there!” Nimbus closed the door, patting Storm Runner on the back. “To be honest, I called it. I knew you and Sun Blaze had ‘something special’ between you two.”

“What?” Storm Runner protested, “no way. I was just… doing the job that any friend would be expected to do.”

“That and more,” Nimbus said. “Don’t deny it. You two are perfect for each other.” Nimbus pulled the dark book out of his saddlebag- the source of all of Sun Blaze’s troubles.

“So what do we do with this?” he asked Storm Runner.

“To be honest, I don’t know,” Storm Runner admitted, “probably just keep it for now. But I’ll tell you one thing-“

“What’s that?” Nimbus asked, putting the book away again.

“I’m never going to crack open that infernal thing again.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Nimbus said. “We’ve got one semester left here, and by Celestia, we’re not going to spend it chasing ghosts. We’ve got a dogfight up in Cloudsdale to win, and we have Aviator wings to earn.”

“That’s the spirit,” Storm Runner said, hoof-bumping Nimbus, “now come on- let’s get on over to dinner. I’m starving!”

Nimbus laughed and shook his head, following his friend. Some things never changed.

Operation Indigo

Operation Indigo

“This is the future of aerial warfare.”

Every cadet in the room had his or her eyes glued on Dusk Shine, who was holding something covered in a blue sheet. Dusk Shine seemed unusually cheerful today, probably due to the secret he was keeping.

“When we fought the Griffons, we began to realize that in order to truly give us air superiority, we would need a weapon capable of reaching enemies outside of hoof-striking range. Our research into this particular weapon system was spurred on by the discovery that the Griffons are currently building a weapon very similar. It is this system which you will familiarize yourself with for the rest of this course.”

Dusk Shine removed the sheet, revealing a grey flight suit. There was an obvious air of disappointment in the room.

“So the future of aerial warfare rests in semi-stylish clothing?” Storm Runner whispered to Nimbus from behind, “yeah, we’re more screwed than I thought.”

“This is the TA-4B Flight Suit. In two hours, when I release you cadets to the ponies in charge of Operation Indigo, you will be wearing these. What’s special about these suits is that they feature an over-the-shoulder CAL-2 Charged Air Launcher, which compresses and electrically charges the air around you into compressed pellets, firing at a rate of two thousand rounds per minute. The ones you will be using today, however, will not be production models. Your shots will be simulated and tracked using MADAR*. Keep in mind that this is not for a grade- it’s simply for you to get a taste of what actual combat is like.”

Nimbus leaned back as Dusk Shine went on about the suit, getting ready for what would come next. At the moment, he and his fellow cadets were waiting to be transported out to an exercise area for the REAF’s annual Operation Indigo- a mock battle designed with the intent of measuring the Royal Equestrian Air Force’s operational capability. Nimbus had been approached the week previous by Dusk Shine with an offer to take charge of the cadets in the exercise. Hesitantly, Nimbus agreed. Dusk Shine had also mentioned that he wanted some original combat planning from him, and Nimbus had no intent of disappointing his commander. He’d studied up on battles flown in the early days of the REAF, noting how, in open air, superior numbers generally trumped even the most skilled flyers. Nimbus knew that even if numbers were even today, he and his teammates were at a strict disadvantage due to their lack of experience. He’d had a glance at a map of the area they’d be conducting the exercise in, and it was then that an idea dawned on him. As of yet, however, he’d revealed this idea to nopony.

Nimbus’s thoughts drifted to Sun Blaze next. He still felt sorry for the mare- she’d grown up practically brainwashed to think friends were the worst thing in the world. He was glad that she was enjoying her new position on his training team. The first morning she’d showed up for practice, she took Nimbus through an aerial routine that even had Polaris’s eyes spinning for a brief time, and left Nimbus wondering how he’d ever managed to take her down during the cadets’ dogfight so many months ago. Now that she truly had two ponies she could call friends, Sun Blaze had opened up more, and from time to time, actually smiled at Nimbus and Storm Runner as they passed by during the day. Of course, Nimbus also wasn’t oblivious to what he saw as a kindling relationship between his roommate and his new dogfight technique instructor. Storm Runner and Sun Blaze were thick as thieves now, and Nimbus was just counting down the days until one would finally ask the other out. All in due time, he thought, smiling.

“Cadet Nimbus.”

Nimbus buried his thoughts and sat up, addressing Dusk Shine. “Yes sir?”

“Major Topaz will be arriving in twenty minutes. You have until then to brief your classmates on the plan you devised. Good luck.”

Without another word, Dusk Shine turned and left the room. Nimbus stood at the head of the room, eyeing his classmates nervously.

“Who died and made you commander?” a voice called from the back of the room.

“Shut the hay up, Moongrazer!” Storm Runner shot back, “Nimbus was up all night working on this. Let’s see what he’s got.”

“Uh, thank you Storm Runner,” Nimbus said. He erased the remnants of a history lesson on the chalkboard behind him and grabbed a piece of chalk, drawing a chart of the area’s elevation viewed from above and from the side.

“As I’m sure you all know,” Nimbus said, “we get smoked every year trying to accomplish a simple task. This mission is a simulated penetration, in which our job is to break through enemy air defenses in order to attack a ground unit behind them. In the past, our approach has always been the same- a head-on dogfight with a squadron of experienced Aviators. This year, things are going to be a bit different.”

Nimbus drew a chalk line down what appeared to be a river on the map. “This year, we’re going to attack from underneath. Storm Runner and I will take two Pegasi at an altitude of around ten feet above ground level, following the river. The rest of you will follow Sun Blaze, and conduct a dogfight as usual. The idea here is that you’ll be able to draw away the majority of the defending force, enabling the rest of us to get through. Sun Blaze will be taking you up above the cloud layer, and you’ll be diving on the enemy from above. This’ll take timing and endurance above all, but let’s be honest- are we not the best class REAC has ever seen?”

Nimbus was greeted by a loud “hooah!” from his classmates, and he smiled. “Awesome. That’s exactly the enthusiasm we should take into this. Now before we start volunteering for positions, consider the conditions my team will be facing above the river. We’ve got fog forecast, which means our visibility is expected to be around fifty feet. If you can’t handle those conditions, join up with the air battle group. On the other hoof, if you’re experienced and would like to get into a dogfight today, consider joining my group. We need two experienced flyers, and odds are there’ll still be some action left when we’re done with the ground targets.”

The room was quiet. Nimbus had expected this. No future Aviator worth his salt would volunteer for a terrain-hugging ground strike in place of a dogfight, but his plan depended on somepony stepping up to the plate. Finally, Nimbus saw Coriolis stand up. He’d remember the Pegasus’s red coat anywhere.

“I’m in,” he said, “let’s just wrap this up quickly so we can kick some flank in the air, too.”

Following Coriolis’s example, a second Pegasus, North Star, stood next to Nimbus.

“Right, we’re set,” Nimbus said, “everyone else, follow Sun Blaze and listen to her instructions. I think we can pull this off today!”

Coriolis, Storm Runner, and North Star gathered around Nimbus as the rest of the class circled Sun Blaze. Nimbus was already plotting some points on a map he’d brought along.

“So we’re flying ten feet above the ground through fog?” Coriolis said, “Nimbus, I’d like to graduate in one piece, if that’s okay with you.”

Nimbus smiled. “Relax. These TA-4B suits have some pretty fancy stuff, including airspeed indicators and timers. We need both to pull this off.” Nimbus shifted his attention back to the map, pointing to a dot he’d set at the entrance to the river they’d be flying over.

“This is our entry point, marked by a fork in the river. Once we get there, we set our timers. We’ll be flying at about two hundred knots, maintaining our entry heading. By the time we hit our second checkpoint, our timers should read about two minutes, thirty-six seconds. At that point, we turn to our next heading and reset the clocks. It’s that simple. We reset at every checkpoint. Any top cover the other guys might have would be stupid to follow us in there.”

“Flying blind,” North Star said, gulping, “you know… maybe I didn’t join the right group…”

“Aw, whaddaya got to worry about?” Storm Runner said, patting North Star on the back, “you’re in our team. We’ll watch out for you.”

The door to the classroom opened, and a pony walked in wearing Major ranks. The room was called to attention and the pony responded by putting the cadets at ease rapidly.

“Cadets, I’m Major Topaz. You have been briefed by now about the day’s events. I am here to give you the scenario. Once I’ve done so, you are dismissed. Board the carriage outside, and you will be taken to the practice area. Good luck today.” The pony flipped through a few notecards he was carrying until he settled on one in particular.

“Last night, a Griffon unit was sighted near Razortooth Ravine, about forty miles west of Canterlot. The unit contained a large contingent of ground troops, and a formidable aerial force. Your task is to engage the enemy and eliminate them. The primary focus is the Griffon camp, where the enemy has stockpiled their weapons and provisions. Without them, the Griffon aerial force will have no choice but to withdraw. Your team commanders have already discussed their plans. If there are any personal questions, or if anypony feels unable to participate in this exercise, stay back with me. Otherwise, board the carriage outside.”

Nimbus nodded to his team and led them out the door to the carriage. North Star took a hesitant glance back at Major Topaz, but stuck with the group, despite his obvious fright; the stallion was shaking like a leaf in a tornado. Nimbus’s confidence was high. North Star had a reputation as the class’s scaredy-cat, and if he was willing to trust him, then perhaps this plan actually stood a chance after all…

…

Storm Runner slid on his suit and adjusted his helmet. They’d been dropped off on a cliff after flying for a half hour, and the mission was scheduled to begin in ten minutes. Sun Blaze had her group of eager dogfighters corralled and was giving them a pep talk, while Coriolis was helping North Star adjust his equipment. Nimbus, meanwhile, was gazing out over the fog-covered ravine ahead.

“Nervous?” Storm Runner asked, trotting up beside his friend.

Nimbus snorted. “Nervous? You kidding? I’m terrified. This is a seriously risky plan, and you, Coriolis, and North Star seem to trust it completely. I just hope we don’t screw this up.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation,” Storm Runner said, “if we do screw up, at least we’ll screw up doing something nopony else has tried before.”

Nimbus frowned at his friend. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“Not really,” Storm Runner admitted, putting his helmet on, “but hey- I trust you. We’ll get through this.”

A whistle blew, its shrill screech echoing through the air- the signal to form up. Storm Runner followed Nimbus to the launch area, but broke off to walk next to Sun Blaze.

“Good day for flank kicking, isn’t it?” he asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“Okay, flycolt, what’s on your mind?” Sun Blaze teased, “I can see right through you, you know. Out with it.”

Storm Runner sighed, grinning. “Okay, then. So… you want to meet me in the cafeteria for dinner tonight?”

Sun Blaze took a long, serious look at Storm Runner, then broke out laughing. “Is this supposed to be a date? It is, isn’t it? And you chose the cafeteria?!” Sun Blaze could hardly contain herself. Storm Runner winced.

“Well, it’s not like there’s anywhere else to go,” he said.

“I know,” Sun Blaze said, giving Storm Runner a hearty slap on the back, “I was just messin’ with you. Why don’t you meet me after this is done and we’ll discuss it further?”

“Yeah? Okay, sure!” Storm Runner turned around, pumping his hoof in the air. Nimbus was standing nearby, laughing into his hoof.

“Snap out of it, lovercolt,” Nimbus said, “we’ve got a mission to do.”

“Wait,” Coriolis said, looking from Storm Runner to Sun Blaze, “you and Sun Blaze…?”

“Yeah,” Nimbus said, “it’s a long story. Masks on, guys. It’s showtime.”

Storm Runner slipped on his muzzle mask and lowered his visor. His face was now completely protected from the elements, and his radio was activated. A moment later, Nimbus’s voice came through loud and clear.

“Iceberg One to Iceberg flight, radio check.”

“Iceberg Two, loud and clear,” Storm Runner responded, using the callsign they’d decided on for their group on the ride over. He could hear Sun Blaze’s group- Harpy Flight- performing their radio checks. In front of him, his Heads-Up Display was already adjusting itself to his current altitude. Supposedly most of the systems, including the CAL-2 Charged Air Launcher, were thought-controlled. Storm Runner didn’t even bother asking how they worked. Such things were better left to smarter ponies. Once Iceberg flight finished their radio checks, they formed up in a line alongside Harpy flight on the cliff’s edge.

“Iceberg and Harpy,” Major Topaz’s voice came through over the radio, “you are cleared for takeoff. Mission begins now.”

Storm Runner launched himself into the air alongside Nimbus. The sight of the entire cadet squadron taking off at the same time was a sight to behold, and it gave Storm Runner goosebumps. This was as close to war as anypony could get without real hostilities.

“Iceberg, break formation,” Nimbus said, “descend to ten feet AGL and stay on my tail.”

Here we go, Storm Runner thought to himself, diving and staying just off Nimbus’s right wing as they plunged into the dense fog below.

…

“Harpy flight, climb to fifteen thousand feet,” Sun Blaze ordered as the four ponies below disappeared from view. As her flight began to climb, Sun Blaze brought up her onscreen MADAR display. So far, the airspace in front of them was clear, but she knew that somewhere out there, there was a group of experienced Aviators just waiting to chalk up a few more downed cadets for their own enjoyment.

“Harpy One to all Pegasi,” Sun Blaze said, “check your MADAR and keep your heads on a swivel. Expect some action soon.”

Sun Blaze punched through the cloud layer at top speed, leveling off at fifteen thousand feet. She was about to order a slight course change when Storm Runner came through over her channel.

“Hey, Harpy One- Iceberg Two here. How about dinner at nineteen hundred tonight?”

“Iceberg Two,” Sun Blaze snapped, “your flight is supposed to be under radio silence with us. The more you talk, the less appealing that date sounds.”

“Right,” Storm Runner replied, “Iceberg Two shutting up.”

Sun Blaze shook her head, then glanced at her map in surprise. A cluster of white dots was headed straight for them, and she was willing to bet they weren’t friendly.

“Harpy Four,” a pony called, beating her to the punch, “radar contact on hostiles.”

“Roger, Harpy Four,” Sun Blaze said, “descend and attack in one minute. Arm weapons. Iceberg Flight, we have MADAR contact with the enemy. Switch frequencies.”

Sun Blaze switched on her CAL-2 and began sweeping the sky for any sign of approaching trouble. In a few moments, things would be going from routine to exciting in no time at all, and the last thing she wanted to be was surprised.

…

Nimbus switched his frequency over on Sun Blaze’s command, and the rest of his flight did the same. They were flying low and fast over the river; so low, in fact, that each one of them was kicking up a fantail of water. The green numbers on Nimbus’s HUD timer flashed by, counting up to the next turning point.

“Left thirty degrees in twenty seconds,” Nimbus said, keeping an eye on his airspeed and altitude, “and mark!”

Nimbus banked left, and the others behind him did the same. The fog was thicker than his mother’s famous tomato soup, and visibility had actually dropped a few feet. Fortunately, they only had two more checkpoints to go. The suit he wore protected him from the elements, but nevertheless, Nimbus could feel a chill in the air. Winter wasn’t letting go easily this year, it seemed.

“Harpy flight, engage bandits!”

Nimbus’s ears perked up at the sound of Sun Blaze’s voice and he brought up his MADAR display. Harpy flight was tangling with a group of Pegasi, by the looks of it. Maintaining the plan was critical now.

“Turn in five, four, three, two, one- mark!” Nimbus wrenched himself to the right, flying directly under a tree that had fallen across the river. He glanced back at the rest of his flight, shaken but still flying.

“How are you holding up, guys?” he asked.

“All good,” Coriolis said, nodding, “just get us to the target.”

“This is Harpy four, I’m hit!” a voice called out over the radio. This was followed by a call from Harpy Seven and Harpy three shortly after.

“Sweet Celestia, they’re getting pounded up there!” Coriolis said.

“We can’t do anything about it,” Nimbus said, “Sun Blaze will handle the situation.”

“Harpy Flight, reassemble formation.” Sun Blaze’s voice was calm, and unworried. The other Pegasus chatter went silent as she gave her orders. “Nopony leaves another defenseless. Take two on one and divide the attackers. Their strength is in their formation flying.”

“Harpy One, we don’t have enough flyers for two on one!”

“Harpy Two,” Sun Blaze replied, “that’s not your concern. Follow my orders and leave the stragglers to me.”

Storm Runner whistled in awe over the frequency. “Wow, now that’s what I call calm in the face of battle.”

“Iceberg Two, tree!” North Star called out. Storm Runner dropped his altitude just in time to avoid a tangle of branches.

“Whew, thanks for the save, Iceberg Four,” he called back.

Nimbus listened to the radio chatter going on around him, not daring to stray from his course. The ravine was supposed to narrow ahead, making flight challenging even in conditions were the ponies could see in front of themselves. Today, flying the gap would be like threading a needle blindfolded. Nimbus eyed the location he’d estimated the smallest gap to be, waiting for it.

“Tight formation,” he ordered, and within seconds he began to feel buffeting as both Storm Runner’s and Coriolis’s wingwash blended with his own. “Keep an eye out for the ravine walls,” Nimbus said. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, two towering dark masses appeared on either side of them, emerging from the mists like great, mythical beasts. Nimbus recognized them as the ravine walls, and as they passed by, Nimbus felt the disturbed airflow around them, finally realizing just how close they were to hitting them.

“Woohoo!” North Star whooped, “that’s the last big obstacle out of the way!”

“One more turn,” Nimbus said, smiling as the fog began to clear and the ravine widened. This time, they didn’t even need to use the timers. They simply turned once the river’s bend was in sight.

“Target’s dead ahead,” Nimbus said, “arm CAL-2s.”

Moments later, the camp appeared out of what was left of the fog. Nimbus was so awestruck that he almost forgot to arm his weapon. The ponies in charge of setting up the scenario had clearly spared no expenses. Rows of tents lined an open field, and in the middle was a small, portable radio antenna. Nimbus glanced at his MADAR. There were two hits converging on their position, but they were still far off. Most likely, the defending force had only left two Aviators to defend the camp. Their mistake.

“I have the tower,” Nimbus said, “climb and form up into a line for max coverage. Shoot everything.”

The four ponies pulled up, finally gaining maneuvering room, and formed a line on either side of Nimbus. They dove down towards the camp, “firing” their mock weapons. MADAR registered any hits which struck targets. Nimbus lined himself up and strafed the radio tower, flipping sideways to avoid it as he blew past. He could scarcely believe his ears when he heard the next voice on the radio.

“Aagh!” Dusk Shine called, clearly simulating the Griffon ground forces, “they’re burning it down! We’re being pounded! Communications- failing- help!”

Nimbus shook his head as he cleared the field. Dusk Shine was obviously taking his part very seriously. He couldn’t help but sense a touch of enthusiasm in his voice as well. The Unicorn actually seemed excited that the Aviators were losing this fight. Nimbus pulled up inverted, then rolled out, flying back down at the field with his teammates for a final strafing pass. Any active targets were marked on his HUD, but very few actually remained. Destroying the remnants was almost too easy.

“Go!” Nimbus heard Sun Blaze call, “Harpy flight, take them out while they’re distracted!” Evidently the main fighting force had been surprised by the sudden destruction of their camp, and Sun Blaze clearly wasn’t about to let the moment go to waste.

“Contact one o’clock!” Coriolis shouted. Nimbus looked to his right and above. An Aviator was bearing down on him. He swiftly dove out of the way and whipped around, placing his boresight- the green mark which sighted his CAL-2- on his opponent. The pony tried to veer away, but Nimbus tracked his maneuver, downing him in seconds.

“Another bogey inbound,” Storm Runner called, “Iceberg Three and Four, flank him.”

North Star and Coriolis mercilessly closed in on the approaching Pegasus from the sides, while Nimbus blocked his descent. The only way out was up, and the stallion took it- right into Storm Runner’s sights.

“That’s a confirmed kill,” Storm Runner said as the Aviator cursed and flew back to base.

“Roger,” Nimbus said, “all ground targets destroyed as well. Let’s go finish up the aerial battle.”

Nimbus and the rest of Iceberg flight climbed into the sky, leaving the camp behind them. The MADAR was still indicating an aerial battle where Harpy flight had made contact, but there were several less enemies indicated.

“Harpy, Iceberg flight inbound,” Nimbus called.

“Roger, Iceberg,” Sun Blaze replied, “we’re just wrapping this up.”

As they drew closer, Nimbus watched as Sun Blaze drew an attacking Aviator into a series of sharp twists and flips, finishing by climbing straight out through a cloud. The Aviator followed her, but lost her the moment he exited. Suddenly, Sun Blaze came straight up from below him, taking him out. The poor stallion never had time to react.

Coriolis, North Star, Storm Runner, and Nimbus dove into the fray, but by the time they actually started chasing down enemies, the battle was practically over. Nimbus set his sights on a bogey trying to retreat and gain distance to counterattack. The Pegasus dove for the ground, trying to shake him off, but Nimbus was relentless. Suddenly, his warning buzzer went off. Nimbus glanced back; another Aviator was diving on him, lining up for a shot. Sun Blaze took him from the side, popping Nimbus a sharp salute as she did so, leaving Nimbus to his task. The pony he was chasing pulled up between the ravine walls, and Nimbus stayed behind him, looking for a good shot. When the pony tried losing him behind a large tree, Nimbus saw his opportunity. The Aviator circled around the tree, and Nimbus wrenched his wings forward, braking and changing to an intercept course. As his opponent rounded the tree, Nimbus was there, marking hits on him. The pony turned, disgusted, and headed away from the practice area as Nimbus climbed and rejoined his flight.

“Iceberg and Harpy,” Major Topaz said over the radio, “all targets confirmed neutralized. Return to base. Good job, cadets.”

“Alright!” Nimbus yelled, beaming, “that’s what I’m talking about!”

“Well done, Iceberg,” Sun Blaze said, “seems like the plan worked after all.”

Storm Runner performed a quick victory roll and flew up next to Nimbus. Sun Blaze approached from the opposite side, and the three friends took up the point position of the formation of cadets.

“Five kills,” Sun Blaze said, “you know what that means, Nimbus? You may have shot me down earlier this year, but I’m still the squadron’s ace.”

“Yeah, don’t rub it in,” Nimbus chuckled, “congratulations, Sun Blaze. You earned this.”

As the cadets approached their takeoff point, they could see Dusk Shine waiting for them. Landing, Nimbus took off his helmet and began to remove his flight gear while his classmates did the same. Dusk Shine addressed them as they did so.

“Well, I’ve got to say, cadets- that was a first. I wasn’t expecting you to actually win that particular battle. The Aviators are ticked off, but they respect you a whole lot more now, I believe. Dividing into flights and attacking the targets separately was risky, but it clearly paid off. I originally had conditioning planned for when we get back to campus, but I think you’ve earned a day off.”

Dusk Shine’s words were greeted with loud whoops and cheers as the Pegasi celebrated. Nimbus turned and high-hoofed both Storm Runner and Sun Blaze. As he did so, however, he noticed a pony run urgently up to Dusk Shine. After a quick exchange of words and some concerned glances, Dusk Shine nodded and dismissed the pony, turning once again to his cadets.

“Cadets, listen up. Return to the carriage immediately. When we arrive back at the college, remain inside the Aviator Training School building.”

“What the hay?” Storm Runner said. Nimbus shrugged, giving his flight equipment back to a pony who placed it in a carriage with several others. Outside, he tried his best to appear nonchalant about the situation, but internally, he felt uneasy. The look he’d seen on Dusk Shine’s face was one of worry, and if he knew his commander, there wasn’t much in the world capable of worrying him. As Nimbus climbed onto the carriage with Storm Runner and Sun Blaze, he looked back out at the practice area. Today had been a victory, but for some reason, now didn’t seem to be the time to celebrate.

…

Half an hour later, the carriage touched down outside the Aviator Training School building, and the cadets were hustled inside. Things had only gotten stranger on the ride over. Halfway back to the campus, several Aviators flew in to escort the carriages to their destination. A dead silence hung over the grounds.

Inside the building, the cadets were instructed to take their usual seats. Dusk Shine stood at the head of the room, his face grim.

“I was just informed that there was an attack on school grounds while we were away. Apparently, a student attempted to stab Polaris, one of our history professors.”

Nimbus’s stomach dropped and his heart practically stopped. Polaris was attacked?

“His injuries are mild. The student was detained and is being held in Canterlot as we speak. Our instructions are to wait here until the campus is cleared by security.”

Nimbus’s breathing slowed, and he calmed down slightly when he heard that Polaris was fine. Still, nothing could change the fact that he’d narrowly missed an act of violence at his school. As he reflected on what could have possibly caused a pony to do something so drastic, the classroom’s television suddenly turned on. On the screen was a nondescript pony, wearing a black hood that obscured his face. Realization hit Nimbus with the force of a tidal wave. He’d seen this pony before on the news, speaking for the Awakening.

“Greetings to the students and faculty of the Royal Equestrian Air College,” the pony began, “your school is well-known for its weather programs and quality of flight education,” he paused, smirking, “and its reputation for turning out Celestia’s own aerial slaves: the Aviators. It is this last group- the cadets- that I address now. One of you owes us her life. She is a traitor, and escaped our agent over Hearth’s Warming Eve. You will bring her to us, or your school will be leveled, and I will personally guarantee the death of everyone inside. I have made my offer clear. You have one month to consider it. After that, we have no choice. Time is running out, and Nightmare Moon’s return is nigh. Do not force us to attack this campus. Give us what we want, and spare yourselves. The cadet’s name is Sun Blaze. Good night.”

The television flickered off and the entire class was silent. Sun Blaze simply stared at the screen, petrified.

“Those spineless snakes,” Dusk Shine growled, turning to Sun Blaze. “Cadet Sun Blaze, you will not be turned over. I’ll make sure of that.” The stallion turned to the class. “Cadets, I’ve watched you grow over the course of this school year, and I fully expect that none of you will do anything rash. You’re better than that. This threat is probably hollow, and I fully expect you all to focus on your schoolwork instead of these events. You will be called upon to deal with threats like this in your own time, when you graduate. For now, concentrate on getting there. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if it’s safe for you to return to your dorms.”

Dusk Shine turned and headed for the door, but stopped before leaving. Turning around, he addressed the class.

“Cadets, if I haven’t made this clear enough already, I want you all to know that despite everything that’s happened, I won’t forget the outstanding performance you gave today. I want to see all of you graduate as Aviators, and from what I saw today, I have no doubts that that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

Nimbus, Sun Blaze, and Storm Runner all shared weak smiles, none of them sincere. Everypony was worried about the Awakening’s message. As the class started to chatter, Storm Runner scooted closer to Sun Blaze.

“Uh… Sun Blaze?” he said, “if you’re not feeling up to dinner tonight, we can call it off.”

“No, no,” Sun Blaze said, shaking her head and smiling at Storm Runner, “right now, I think I could really use that date.”

And then and there, even in the face of impending danger, the three friends shared a laugh; a sincere laugh. Whether it was the laughter or not, nopony could say, but for some reason, the class quieted down after that, and by the time Dusk Shine returned and dismissed them, everypony headed back to their dorms, still nervous, but at the same time remembering the pride they felt. They’d been victorious that day- the first class to complete an Operation Indigo objective, and for that, despite their understandable uncertainty about what was to come, they felt unbeatable.

*MADAR stands for MAgical Detection And Ranging.

Canterlot

Canterlot

Nimbus sighed in relief as the moisture-laden morning air swept over his sore wings as he took to the sky. It was his last morning of practice before traveling to Canterlot for the Cloudsdale Meet’s competitor banquet, and Storm Runner and Sun Blaze hadn’t wasted a single moment of it. They’d thrown Nimbus through just about every exercise and combat scenario they could think of. Now he was taking his cooldown flight, and both of his coaches were gliding along beside him, giving him advice.

“Now I know this is going to be right after the Summer Sun Celebration,” Storm Runner said, “but that’s not an excuse to stay up all night for the festivities. You need your sleep, so retire early.”

“Well of course,” Nimbus said, panting, “you know I’d-“

“Don’t let the other competitors get to you either,” Sun Blaze interrupted, “odds are, there’s going to be a lot of muscle-flexing, both literally and figuratively during this banquet. Don’t let any of it bother you. Just perform the way you always have.”

“Thanks, mom and dad,” Nimbus groaned, landing on the parade field. His friends left to go grab a few orange cones they’d spread out over the field while Nimbus trotted over to Polaris. The old Pegasus bounced back from his injuries like a champion, and he rarely ever mentioned the attempt made on his life. The aftereffects of the attack on the campus, however, were clear. Because of the school’s proximity to Canterlot, two royal guards were now posted at the entrance to the main hall, and several more roamed the halls, keeping eyes out for suspicious activity. Their presence was clearly having some sort of effect, as nopony had heard from the Awakening since the attack.

“Well done up there today,” Polaris said as his student approached. “You’re fit as a fiddle and ready to take on Equestria’s best, I think.”

“You think so?” Nimbus said, “I’m not going to lie- this is probably the most nervous I’ve ever been.”

“Don’t let the fear get to you,” Sun Blaze said, flying down from out of nowhere and landing next to Nimbus, “or so help me, Storm Runner and I will come to the Meet ourselves and put you through a training session.”

Nimbus winced. “On second thought, I think you just scared the fear right out of me.”

“Is that even possible?” Storm Runner chuckled. “Seriously, Nimbus, you’ll do fine. Now come on- we’ve gotta go pack your bags!”

“Wait-“ Nimbus said, “shouldn’t you and Sun Blaze be getting ready for graduation practice? I thought the Aviator cadets were supposed to be practicing the field flyover today.”

Storm Runner’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. He turned to Sun Blaze, who simply nodded.

“He’s right, you know.”

“Sweet Celestia, what time is it?” Storm Runner said, flying into a frenzy, “I can’t be late! I have to brush my teeth and shine my hooves and comb my mane and-“ Storm Runner stole a few quick glances around before darting off towards the dorms. “Bye, Nimbus! Good luck!”

Nimbus laughed along with Polaris and Sun Blaze. The silver mare’s outlook on life was improving every day. The past weekend, Storm Runner had taken her out for dinner at a fancy restaurant in Canterlot. Nimbus had teased them, of course, as is the custom for any good friend, but when Storm Runner, in his uniform, escorted Sun Blaze to the carriage that night, all joking was gone. The two were perfect for each other, and Nimbus found his point proven when they returned later, laughing and smiling together. The dinner, of course, had been a complete bust, because while Storm Runner had a tendency to act macho, evidently this attitude did not transfer on his first date. Nimbus got the report later. His nervous friend had managed to not only spill every drink on his table and drop at least one glass; he’d also bumped into a waiter carrying a cherry pie, upturning the desert on the poor pony. Somehow, despite the disaster, the two had found humor in the situation. If they ended up being stationed apart from each other when school was done, Nimbus decided, they would almost certainly find a way to come back together again.

“Take care of my roommate,” Nimbus said finally to Sun Blaze, “he’s gone into his full-blown Narcissistic mode, and you know what he’s like when that happens. The guy can’t wait for a chance to fly over a bunch of empty bleachers.”

“Ha! Don’t I ever?” Sun Blaze chuckled, “we’ll be just fine here, Nimbus. You get yourself over to Canterlot and kick some flank for the two of us, okay? I’d hate to see all those training mornings go to waste.”

“Sure thing, ma’am,” Nimbus said, smiling. “Seriously, though- I’m glad to see you’re doing better, Sun Blaze. The last month’s been hard for you, I’ll bet.”

“Yeah, well what can I say? I have two of the best friends Equestria has to offer!” Sun Blaze said, punching Nimbus’s shoulder, “I’d better go make sure Storm Runner doesn’t get himself into trouble. Good luck, chucklehead.”

Nimbus grinned. “Thanks, Sun Blaze. I’ll see you and Storm Runner soon.”

“Sooner than you think, I’m sure,” Sun Blaze said, darting into the sky in the direction Storm Runner had flown. Nimbus turned to his mentor, Polaris.

“I can’t believe the day’s finally here,” he said at last.

“Are you ready?” Polaris asked.

“I’m nearly finished packing,” Nimbus replied.

“Good, because our transportation arrives in five hours. Meet me out in the courtyard then wearing your dress blues.”

Nimbus nodded. “I’ll be there. May I ask what we’ll be traveling in?”

Polaris grinned peevishly. “Oh come now, Nimbus. That would be telling, wouldn’t it?”

…

Back in his room, Nimbus changed into his dress blues threw the last of his traveling supplies into his saddlebag- just enough for three days away from the school. Before closing the bag, he did a quick check, making sure he hadn’t left anything behind. Satisfied that he hadn’t, Nimbus hefted his saddlebag and walked to the window. It wasn’t time to go just yet, and from here he could see the parade field, where his classmates were practicing for the graduation day flyover. One by one, they flew over the field as their names were called, circling around and landing in a formation on the ground. Nimbus thought he saw Storm Runner and Sun Blaze once or twice, but he couldn’t be sure. They were too far away to tell.

Sighing, Nimbus lay down on his bed. Something inside him suddenly felt heavy. The moment was just too much. Leaving his friends behind, watching them fly together, recalling everything he’d done to get to where he was today- all of these feelings were simply too much to handle at once. It was as if an emotional dam had broken inside of him. Nimbus buried his head in his pillow and sobbed. He wept for the life he’d thrown away almost exactly a year ago, and he cried with joy for Sun Blaze, who had finally had the chance to experience friends and a normal life. Most of all, though, he wept because he needed to. He’d been holding back emotions since he’d arrived at the college. Now, alone, he had the chance to release them.

“Why me?” he asked nopony in particular, “why- why did I get a second chance? I certainly didn’t deserve it. I was a failure last year. I gave up on my dream. I should be out there with my classmates while somepony else goes to Canterlot tonight. Who’s to say I earned this?” Nimbus sobbed and stood up again, trotting over to the window once more.

“Everypony always told me life wasn’t fair,” he said sniffing and wiping his eyes on his hoof, “I don’t know if that’s really true. Maybe life is just a really harsh teacher. Maybe by making the mistakes I made, I turned back on course to who I’m really supposed to be.” Nimbus smiled slightly as a cadet flew quickly across the parade field, overshooting his turn by nearly a hundred feet. “I guess the point is that life gave me a second chance. Maybe I had to pick myself out of the mud to take it, but I still got one.”

Nimbus turned around, grabbed his room key, and trotted out, locking his door behind him. “Nopony ever gets a third chance,” he said to himself, “when I get to that Cloudsdale Meet, the only pony I’m really going to be proving anything to is myself. This is my big chance. I can’t let it go to waste.”

Nimbus took a few deep breaths as he walked on, drying his face when he could. Over the next hour, he visited the dining hall and grabbed a sandwich for lunch, which he ate halfheartedly. He was too excited and nervous to really focus on eating. He spent his entire lunch glancing at the clock, and when it finally struck noon, Nimbus pulled on his saddlebag and raced out the door. As he entered the courtyard, he saw Polaris and waved, trotting over to him. He hadn’t gone more than a few feet when a dark shadow fell over him. Nimbus looked up. Something huge was above his head, completely blocking out the sun. The stallion stood, gaping at the massive… thing. Polaris chuckled.

“Nimbus, I could swear by the look on your face that you haven’t seen an airship before!”

The orange Pegasus shook himself out of his daze as he focused on the craft overhead. Sure enough, he could now make out the airship’s design. Most of the craft was a large, blue gas envelope, but he could also make out a sleek white gondola hanging beneath, partially covered by a glass canopy. The giant flying machine turned slowly, descending until it was hovering above the ground right next to Polaris. Nimbus heard a pony on board cry “prepare to board!” just before a polished wooden ramp was folded over the side. Nimbus took his place next to Polaris as a Unicorn wearing a sharp, well-pressed dress suit walked down the ramp, levitating a clipboard by his side.

“Cadet Nimbus and Professor Polaris?” he asked, not glancing up from his clipboard.

“That’s us,” Polaris said. The Unicorn jotted down a few notes, then vigorously shook Nimbus’s and Polaris’s hooves.

“Welcome aboard the Autumn Zephyr. We’ll be providing you transportation to Canterlot. This school is our last stop before our destination, so relax and enjoy the view. We’re set to touch down in Canterlot at around eight o’clock tonight. You will receive programs for tomorrow’s banquet once you arrive.”

Nimbus almost unconsciously adjusted his suit. Even in the sharpest uniform Aviator Training School had to offer, he still felt underdressed. He followed Polaris up the ramp and onto the deck of the gondola, and was immediately surprised by how luxurious the craft was. The deck was polished oak, and was surrounded by gleaming white and blue accents everywhere. Most of the deck was outdoors, but underneath the glass canopy, Nimbus could see several ponies eating or talking at a few tables. Behind them, stairs led down to the lower level, where Nimbus assumed passengers slept on long journeys. It was all too much for him to take in and the Pegasus simply stood still, stunned.

“Raise ramp, prepare to lift!” the Unicorn called. Seconds later the ramp was on board and the airship began to rise into the air. The sensation of flying without the use of his own wings was odd to Nimbus, but not unpleasant. Beaming, he trotted over to the side of the gondola and watched as his school grew ever smaller in the distance.

“First flight in an airship is always like this,” Polaris laughed. “I was just like you when I flew on one.”

“You’ve been on an airship before?”

“Oh yes,” Polaris nodded, “of course, they weren’t as sophisticated back in my day, but the wonder was still there. I still find it strange to see that flight is possible without wings.”

“Yeah,” Nimbus said, glancing around the deck. His gaze rested on the ponies inside canopy at their tables. “So I take it those are a few of the competitors?”

“They are indeed,” Polaris answered, “if you’d like, we can go talk to them.” Seeing Nimbus’s hesitation at the suggestion, Polaris added, “trust me- they’re really not so bad when you get to know them. Besides, first impressions are important. You may meet some of these ponies when you become an Aviator.”

“You mean if,” Nimbus said, “if I become an Aviator. There are still three weeks of school left.”

“And do you plan on failing my class?”

“Well… no,” Nimbus admitted, “but-“

“Then I’m pretty sure you’ll graduate,” Polaris said, “now come on.”

Nimbus followed his teacher into the canopy. Now that they were inside, the atmosphere had changed. The room was abuzz with chatter. Aviators were swapping stories and drinks, and by the time he and Polaris sat down at a table with an Aviator, Nimbus could have sworn he’d heard the word “Manticore” at least a half-dozen times. The stocky, green Pegasus at the table looked up as they sat down, and immediately gave Polaris an enthusiastic greeting.

“Prof? I didn’t expect to see you here!”

“Nor I you,” Polaris said, shaking the stallion’s hoof. “Corona Flash… you never did pay much attention in my class, did you?”

“You know each other?” Nimbus piped up. Corona raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, so this is why my old mentor’s here. You are the Royal Equestrian Air College’s competitor for the dogfight, I take it?”

Nimbus nodded, shaking the stallion’s hoof. “Yes, and Polaris is my coach.”

Corona nodded, “well, he’s a darn fine teacher. You’re lucky.”

“We like to joke,” Polaris added, “but Corona Flash was one of my star students about, oh, five years ago.”

The green stallion grabbed two menus from the center of the table and passed them out to Nimbus and Polaris. “Now don’t go bringing that up; makes me feel old.”

Nimbus perused the menu as Polaris and Corona Flash caught up. There were dishes he’d never heard of, and the prices were astronomical. “Umm… sir?” Nimbus asked Corona, “these are kind of expen-“

“All paid for. No need to worry, cadet. Your meals and drinks are on the house. Well, except alcohol. I’m guessing you’re still under twenty one.”

“Only for another year,” Nimbus sighed, selecting a rather exquisite-looking alfredo dish. He wrote down his request on an order form and placed it at the head of the table. Corona grabbed it and took a quick glance.

“Cheese sauce, good choice… wait-“ Corona covered his mouth as he laughed. “Oh this is great!”

Polaris slid his own order form to the head of the table, confused. “What’s that, Corona?”

“I’m just now realizing that Nimbus is probably the first dogfighter I’ve ever met to order a Root Beer instead of something harder.”

“Well, I mean, I’m not old enough to-“ Nimbus started.

“No, you’re absolutely right,” Corona cut in. “Nimbus, you have a good moral compass, and don’t you forget that. Stay responsible your whole life. Don’t end up like me and ninety percent of the Aviators in here. We’ll all be village drunks when we retire.”

Nimbus laughed. “It can’t be that serious, can it?”

“Oh it can. An Aviator’s life is a good one, but not necessarily a clean one.”

“Right,” Nimbus said, “so-“ he eyed the ranks on Corona’s dress blues, “Captain Corona-“

“Just Corona, please. We’re all equals here.”

“Right,” Nimbus went on, “Corona, is this your first time at the Meet as well?”

“Second, actually,” Corona answered, “I was here last year, too. Got my flank handed to me.”

“Well if you don’t mind me asking, what was it like? The Meet, I mean.”

Corona leaned back in his chair, clicking his front hooves together. “Heh, well, it’s nothing like the dogfights they have you do in your class. You’re going up against just over fifty other targets, and they all want to shoot you down. Maybe you’re not the first target on their lists, but mark my words- you are on their lists. Heck, you’ll be on mine, too, not to put a downer on this conversation. That’s just the way the game’s played. They’ll start you out with an hour with your instructor, to strategize. Then they send you out onto the field and start the countdown. Once they ring the gong, there’s no going back. You’re in it to win it.”

In it to win it, Nimbus thought as Corona went on, that’s the story of my life so far. How bad could it be? The cadet sat back in his chair and relaxed as Corona went on about his experience the previous year, and for the first time in a while, he felt all his worries simply slip away.

…

The sun was setting by the time the airship docked in Canterlot. All of the craft’s occupants crossed the ramp into a docking tower. As Nimbus crossed, he looked down at the lights below. He’d never been in a big city before. The closest he’d come was seeing Manehattan from a distance. Below him, ponies scurried about like ants. It was dizzying.

“Welcome to Canterlot,” Corona said as Nimbus stepped off the ramp behind Polaris, “the crown jewel of Equestria. I’m guessing you two will want to find out your accommodations. I’m getting pretty tired myself.”

“It was a pleasure seeing you again, Corona,” Polaris said, shaking his former student’s hoof once more, “perhaps we can meet up again tomorrow.”

“I’m sure we’ll run into each other,” Corona said, “after all, Nimbus has to get to the spa for his pre-banquet fix-up.”

Nimbus paled at the mention of the word “spa.” “What exactly are they going to do to me?” he asked Corona nervously.

Corona winked. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Nimbus gulped as he and Polaris headed to the ground floor. He’d never enjoyed any sort of special treatment; he wasn’t even fond of getting his mane cut. Still, if it was a part of the event…

“Right over here,” Polaris said, beckoning Nimbus to a bright yellow carriage, “we’ll take this to our rooms.”

Nimbus climbed into the carriage and took a seat by the window. If the city had looked impressive from the air, it was even more so from down here. Buildings towered around him, and in the distance, he could make out the hazy outline of the royal palace. Canterlot was loud, too. Compared to Hollow Shades, the roar of the city was something completely new to Nimbus. Despite this, however, Nimbus didn’t even fight to stay awake as his head slumped over on the windowsill and he fell fast asleep. It had been a long day, and tomorrow would almost certainly be longer, but Nimbus slept content, knowing that he was one step closer to his dream.

Awakening: Part II

Awakening, Part II

Nimbus tightened his tie with his teeth and glanced down at his newly-polished hooves, checking himself over one last time for any imperfections. He certainly didn’t enjoy uniform maintenance, but according to Polaris, even the most trifling of faults would stick out like a sore hoof in a crowd of ponies that had essentially made a career out of being perfectionists. If Nimbus wanted to be an Aviator, he’d said, he would have to look the part.

Behind him, Polaris was busy inspecting the back of his dress blues for lint. Evidently Nimbus’s lint checks hadn’t been thorough, because by the time his mentor finished going over his suit with a lint roller, the device was covered in hair and debris. Polaris chuckled as he tossed the roller over to a waiting attendant. “Like I said earlier, Nimbus, those ponies in there can tend to be unforgiving if you let the small details slip. Just remember to remain confident, and know that I’ll be right here for support.”

“Of course,” Nimbus said, trying to look confident. The prospect of being among Equestria’s best military fliers was humbling, however, and it wasn’t something he’d be able to clear his mind of easily. He stiffened his legs and puffed his chest out a little as one of the Canterlot Guards approached him. The pony’s polished gold armor caught the room’s light in a dazzling display as he stopped in front of him.

“Cadet Nimbus and Professor Polaris, you may enter the Canterlot Palace Banquet Hall. Enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you,” Nimbus replied as the guard opened one of the immense double doors in front of him. The light spilling out of the banquet hall was so thick it seemed concrete, like gold syrup spilling out of the crack between the two doors. Inside the hall, Aviators and a few of Equestria’s upper crust were socializing. A few took notice of Nimbus as he entered, but nopony made a move.

“This is it,” Polaris said, “I’m going to find Corona Flash and catch up on what he’s been up to. You’re welcome to join me, but don’t feel like you have to stick around. This is your night. Mingle as you please!”

Nimbus was about to take Polaris up on his offer to join him; he’d only just met Corona, and the stallion seemed like a great guy. However, a gold flash out of the corner of his eye changed his mind.

“Actually, there’s somepony I’d like to speak to first,” Nimbus said, “I’ll meet up with you later, when they bring the chow out.”

Polaris nodded, “well, don’t let me keep you waiting. Enjoy yourself- you’ve earned this.”

Nimbus turned and headed towards a small table where a small group of Pegasi were conversing. He thought he saw the tip of a fire-orange mane in the group, but he couldn’t tell for sure. His suspicions were confirmed, however, when he spotted the pony’s familiar, unique dress uniform- the Wonderbolt Officer Uniform. He’d spotted Spitfire, of all ponies.

As he approached, the gold mare took notice. Speaking to a younger Wonderbolt cadet beside her (the Academy representative, Nimbus reasoned), she excused herself from the group and trotted over to Nimbus. The orange cadet snapped to rigid attention on instinct, eliciting a laugh from Spitfire.

“Please,” she said, smiling, “at ease, cadet. This is a social gathering, not drill and ceremonies.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nimbus said, slightly unlocking his legs. He was trying his best to keep his cool, but he was suddenly beginning to realize he’d never bothered to notice just how much decoration Spitfire’s uniform bore. The clanking metal and bold ribbons were nothing if not intimidating, to say nothing of her status alone.

“Enjoying Canterlot tonight, Nimbus?” she asked, catching him off guard with her nonchalance.

“Er… yes, I am,” Nimbus replied, “it’s the first time I’ve been here, actually.”

“First time to Equestria’s capitol?” Spitfire remarked, “then this is quite the occasion. I assume this is quite a treat for you, then.”

“To be honest, it’s pretty intimidating,” Nimbus admitted, “that’s probably not the thing I should be saying right before a competition like this, but I can’t help it. Big cities… there’s something about them. I’ve grown up in a small town all my life.”

“You’ll get used to it, trust me,” Spitfire said, taking a seat and snagging a golden-brown pastry from a passing cart. The Wonderbolt downed the treat in two wolfish bites, once again completely surprising Nimbus. Once the initial shock passed, however, he began to feel himself relaxing. If the pony who’d been his worst nightmare at the Academy was sitting here, talking to him like an equal, then why couldn’t he do the same? Slowly, almost reluctantly, he leaned back in his seat and started munching on a few cheese cubes from a nearby snack table. He saw Spitfire smile faintly in approval and knew instantly he was doing the right thing. Spitfire’s gaze shifted to a podium at the front and center of the banquet hall.

“Pay attention,” she whispered to Nimbus as a guard took his place at the podium, “looks like we’re due for some announcements.”

The guard cleared his throat in a low, rumbling growl before speaking. When he did, he addressed the crowd of Aviators in a voice that carried a degree of power to it.

“Aviators and guests, it is of my utmost regret to inform you that the Honorable Princess Celestia will not be dining with you on this night. This is due to her previous commitment to attend the Summer Sun Celebration in Ponyville from midnight to tomorrow afternoon. That said, we will begin to serve our main course shortly. Please find your way to your assigned seats, which are labeled by name. That is all.”

The guard stepped down and Nimbus turned to Spitfire. “Ma’am, I’m sorry we couldn’t speak longer. It was a pleasure meeting you once again.”

“The pleasure was mine,” Spitfire said, standing up and turning towards her cadet. “Perhaps I’ll see you later. Have a good night, Nimbus.”

As the mare began to walk away, Nimbus caught one last detail that made his heart leap. Whether by design or simply circumstance, one of the pockets on Spitfire’s dress blues uniform was undone.

Interesting, Nimbus thought, if I didn’t know any better, I’d call that sloppy uniform prepar- he froze. Had he seen a glint? Squinting, he made out a shape he knew well. In the pocket was a Wonderbolt pin- his Wonderbolt pin!

“You brought it with you,” Nimbus mused, whispering to himself as he headed back towards Polaris. His chest was swelling with pride as he passed by other Aviators on his way to his mentor. There was no doubt in his mind now. In only a month, he would be an Aviator. Spitfire, too, had kept up her end of the deal. The pin was a sign that she had not forgotten the promise he’d made, and it made him all the happier to know she still cared about his future.

“Have a good talk?” Polaris asked as his student pulled up a chair and sat down across from Corona Flash.

“I did,” Nimbus answered, “with Spitfire, in fact.”

“Excellent,” Polaris said, “Corona and I have been discussing his last few sorties.”

“Not too interesting,” Corona added quickly, noting the flash of interest in Nimbus’s eyes, “mostly just keeping nosy Griffons away from trading vessels in international waters.”

“Oh really?” Nimbus said, “what exactly are the Griffons up to?”

“Well, nothing much to be honest,” Corona replied. “They just like to snoop around when they can. Usually if they get too close to the ships we’ll send a squadron of Aviators up to intimidate them a bit. Odds are you’ll end up getting stationed on the coast somewhere if this is still going on when you graduate.”

“I guess it could be worse,” Nimbus admitted, “we’re not at war with them anymore.”

Polaris chuckled, “no, we most certainly are not at war. I’d almost say the tension between our two nations is the highest it’s ever been, though. What we really need is a cooperative project- something to come together on. They don’t want another war, and we don’t want one either. Then again, we want to appear strong. Take this business with the Awakening for example- how would we appear if Celestia simply gave in to those terrorists’ demands? I tell you, Nimbus, don’t ever go into politics. It’s a world of headaches.”

“I’ll try to remember that,” Nimbus remarked. At the head of the room, trays of food being pushed by ponies in suits were making their way towards the tables. Nimbus’s mouth watered. The selection of dishes was mind-blowing. Polaris saw the stars in his student’s eyes and chuckled.

“Eat up, Nimbus. This is ten times better than anything you’ll have on campus.”

Nimbus nodded, eyes wide. He certainly had no doubt that Polaris was right. The food was still far away, but the sheer scent of it was driving him nearly insane with anticipation. The trays were coming closer, but as they did, they began to slow as the ponies pushing them started to look questioningly towards the back of the room. Two guards were pushing the big double doors shut. When the doors closed with a thundering “bang,” everypony in the room fell silent. There was something in the sound- such a finite but powerful accent- that the atmosphere had suddenly become much more serious. For a few moments, nopony said anything. Then, a yellow Unicorn ran out towards the podium from the front of the room, panting and eyes wide. He wore a bag over his back and flank, which, as Nimbus had learned earlier, indicated that he was a royal courier. The pony glanced frantically around, then stood at the microphone.

“Everypony, if I could just get your attention for a few moments, the Royal Guards have recommended that the banquet be postponed briefly. It’s just some minor civil unrest outside the palace- should be under control shortly. Now if you would just follow the guards posted behind me, we’ll move you farther into the castle. Thank you for your patience.”

“What the hay?” Corona hissed, “food’s here! What kind of unrest disrupts a banquet like this?”

“No clue,” Nimbus said. Something was tugging at his subconscious, however. Something about tonight…

“Oh no,” he mumbled. Surely it couldn’t be possible. The Awakening had been quiet for the past month and a half after all… he’d almost forgotten about them and their promise to bring back Nightmare Moon. With dwindling activity, he’d been almost certain they’d disbanded.

Hang on, Nimbus, he thought, you’re getting ahead of yourself. It’s probably a coincidence that this is happening on the eve of the Summer Sun Celebration. Yeah… just a really convenient coincidence…

Polaris caught the worry in Nimbus’s eyes as they both stood and headed towards the front of the room. “Something the matter?” he asked.

Nimbus shook himself from his thoughts. “No, it’s- it’s just…” he sighed, “I don’t know, it’s probably just a crazy coincidence, but remember when we talked about the Awakening?”

“I do indeed,” Polaris said, nodding as he recalled the brief conversation they’d had on the subject.

“You still think Nightmare Moon doesn’t stand much of a chance of coming back tonight?”

“I can’t say for sure,” Polaris sighed, “but now that you bring up the subject, whatever’s going on out there is quite possibly Awakening-related. Good instincts, Nimbus.”

“Thanks,” Nimbus said as they left the banquet hall, transitioning to a windowed tunnel that led farther into the palace, “I’d rather my instincts be wrong right now, though.”

Corona shook his head, “if it’s really the Awakening that’s behind this, it’s probably just some protest or something. Nothing to worry ab-“

Corona stopped mid-sentence and craned his neck to look out a window as they walked by.

“What the hay?”

Outside several fully-armed guards were scrambling to their posts, while a flight of Aviators took off into the sky.

“If that’s just unrest,” Nimbus said, hesitantly, “than that is without a doubt the quickest response to a minor threat that I have ever seen.”

Polaris was about to respond, when Corona suddenly yelled “down!” forcing Nimbus and Polaris to the floor just as several high-velocity electrically-charged air rounds blew out the window behind them. Nimbus could feel the displaced electricity as the rounds blew past his mane. These were the real deal- someone with REAF weaponry had fired on them.

“Move!”

At the front of the line, guards were hustling the Aviators through faster than before as more rounds lit up the sky with electricity.

“You were right, Nimbus,” Polaris said, standing back up, “Celestia preserve us. I’m not letting those ponies get away without a good fight. I’m heading to the Armory. You two,” he pointed to Corona Flash and Nimbus, “get to safety.”

“No way,” Corona said, “with all due respect, sir, you’ll need a wingpony out there.”

“Make it two,” Nimbus said.

Polaris looked from Nimbus to Corona, and then back to Nimbus. “You two realize that this is a potential career-ender, right? You’re disobeying a royal order by not following the rest to safety.”

“But we also have the chance to support our guys out there,” Nimbus said, “and who knows how widespread this thing is? We’re coming with you.”

Polaris looked around warily as other ponies rushed past. “Fine, follow me and keep your heads down. If we draw attention to ourselves, we’re done.”

Nimbus followed Polaris, with Corona tailing him as they snuck through the crowd, pushing past ponies as they walked back towards the banquet hall. To Nimbus’s surprise, nopony tried to stop them. Perhaps they believed going back would be suicide, or perhaps there was simply such an air of confusion that nopony really cared where they were headed. Either way, they made it to the banquet hall and took off galloping towards a side door. Polaris yanked the door open and pushed Nimbus and Corona inside, shutting it. The room was pitch black, but as Nimbus’s eyes adjusted, he could see a staircase.

“Armory’s up there,” Polaris said, trotting up the stairs, “come on.”

Nimbus was panting, but he didn’t dare show any signs of fatigue. This wasn’t a simple training exercise at Practical Operations. This was real. He’d committed to seeing this through, and if he backed down now he would not only cast himself in a bad light; he’d be at greater risk for being caught disobeying orders. He pushed these thoughts out of his mind as they reached the top of the stairs, coming face-to-face with rows upon rows of weapons and armor, and in one corner…

“Flight suits,” Nimbus said, identifying five grey TA-4B suits positioned near a corner, “and helmets. Let’s go!”

The three ponies wasted no time in slipping into the form-fitting suits. Nimbus couldn’t help but take the time to marvel at how well-maintained these were compared to the practice suits he and his classmates had worn at Operation Indigo a while back. The equipment functioned perfectly, the helmet’s smooth surface was flawless, and the suit fit perfectly. As he adjusted his helmet, he noticed Corona giving Polaris a crash course in the use of the Heads-Up Display in the helmet.

“Just ignore all the green lines, sir,” he said, “knowing you, you probably won’t use half of them anyway.”

“This is ridiculous,” Polaris scoffed, “they spoil you Aviators these days, you know that?”

Nimbus chuckled as he finally reached the perfect fit for his helmet. “I’m good to go,” he said.

“Comm check,” Corona said, flipping down his visor.

“Flight callsign is Thunderbolt,” Polaris announced over the radio, “Thunderbolt One, radio check.”

“Loud and clear,” Nimbus and Corona echoed, checking in themselves.

“Report outside for immediate launch,” Polaris said. The ponies turned and headed for the door when it opened in front of them. Nimbus’ s heart nearly stopped as he thought of how he could justify this. He was in one of Equestria’s most technologically-advanced pieces of equipment, disobeying orders from the Crown. As far as he saw it, there was no way out of this. He cringed, waiting to be berated by a guard, but dropped his jaw in disbelief as Spitfire trotted into the room, holding up her hoof to her mouth in a “shushing” motion as she grabbed her own flight suit. Nimbus shook his head, breaking into a slight grin despite the circumstances. Then he closed his oxygen filter mask over his face and loaded his HUD, following Polaris and Corona up another set of stairs to the roof. Polaris looked back at the group, then nodded once.

“Thunderbolt Flight, Thunderbolt One- you two ready?”

Nimbus nodded, “Ready.”

“Affirmative,” Corona stated. Polaris lifted up a trapdoor at the top of the stairs, and the three ponies dashed up onto the roof. Nimbus had to duck as a Pegasus breezed by right over his head, pursuing another Pegasus with his CAL-2 blazing. At the palace gates, he could see guards in fierce battle with a few ponies wearing black, hooded robes. The dark ponies moved like the wind, nimbly darting around the guards’ spears with ease.

“Engage the enemies at the gates,” Polaris said, stretching his wings and launching into the sky.

Here we go, Nimbus thought, launching himself into the air. He was surprised to note that he could hear himself breathing heavily. He hadn’t even been in the air long, but the stress was increasing by the second. It was still dawning on him that he would shortly be firing live rounds, and that the ponies on the other end of the rounds would be trying their hardest to kill him. He fell into formation beside Polaris and Corona, targeting the group of hooded ponies with his HUD. Time to target was only milliseconds. Nimbus let his first rounds fly through the air, crackling towards their targets as he and the other Pegasi swept over the enemy. Several rounds found their marks, striking enemies and causing them to spasm, keeling over in temporary paralysis. Nimbus winced. He knew about the effects of the rounds, but to see them in real life was something else entirely.

The Pegasi banked over the guards, who waved in appreciation before regrouping and manning their posts. Over the city of Canterlot, the city lights mixed with whizzing sparks of electric rounds as ponies battled in the skies. Down below, the ponies that hadn’t already taken shelter were running for their lives in the streets. More robed ponies were either sweeping through the streets, starting fires and attacking guards, or galloping at full speed towards the city center. Nimbus followed Polaris as he turned away from the action briefly to make a radio call.

“Canterlot Air Defense, this is Thunderbolt Flight requesting sortie.”

Moments later, a response crackled back over Nimbus’s comms. “Thunderbolt, this is Canterlot. We do not recognize your callsign please state your intentions.”

Nimbus gritted his teeth. The controller had seen right through their false callsign. Quick thinking on Polaris’s part saved the day, however.

“We were assigned a temporary callsign in the wake of the attack,” Polaris explained, “get us a sortie!”

“Sir, I am going to need more proof of who you are than that,” the controller explained. Nimbus was so busy paying attention to the radio call, that he forgot to check his six o’ clock.

“Thunderbolt Three, one on you!” Corona Flash called, breaking rapidly to the left to chase a pony Nimbus hadn’t even realized was there. The pony managed to fire off a few rounds from his own CAL-2, several of which hit Nimbus. He fought for control of his muscles as the electric charges attempted to lock his wings up. Corona gave chase, following the pony towards the ground.

“Thanks, Two,” Nimbus groaned, returning to controlled flight.

“Just keep your head on a swivel next time,” Corona called as he maneuvered to match his target, “I don’t want to be the one scraping you off the sidewalk after your wings seize.” Polaris, meanwhile, was still in a heated argument with the controller.

“Listen, Sergeant,” Polaris growled, “we are in a furball up here, and would really appreciate some sort of objective to organize ourselves.”

“I’m a First Lieutenant, sir,” the controller cut back in, sounding offended.

“Well you won’t be for long if you can’t at least give us a sitrep.”*

Polaris’s statement was met with brief static on the other end. Clearly, the controller was thinking things through. Finally he spoke. “Thunderbolt, assist with suppressing enemy air forces over the south sector of town. Expect to be monitored by Air Traffic Control. Squawk one zero five three.”

“One zero five three,” Polaris echoed, “thank you, Canterlot.”

Nimbus automatically input the code Polaris had been given- a transponder code meant to identify friendlies from foes- into his suit’s IFF system. Anypony not squawking the code was fair game. He breathed one more long breath afterwards; he’d almost bought it seconds ago. There would be no second chances. If he was to survive tonight, he’d have to be on top of his game. Below, Corona finished his target with a chain of direct impacts from his CAL-2. The pony’s wings went rigid as he crashed into the streets below. Not even bothering to watch, Corona was back in the flight in seconds, inputting his squawk code.

“They have TA-4Bs, like us,” Corona said, “jet black.”

“Definitely the Awakening,” Nimbus said, nodding. Polaris rolled slowly to the right, turning on course.

“You heard Canterlot, Thunderbolt Flight,” the old Pegasus said over the radio, angling himself towards the city’s south side, “no matter who these ponies are, we have our orders. Get your priorities straight and steel your nerves. We’re hunters tonight.”

Nimbus shook the last of his second thoughts free of his mind. Polaris was right- this was exactly what he’d known he might face after signing up for Aviator Training School. Now, after all of his achievements, struggles, and setbacks, it was all coming down to this night, here in the skies over Canterlot. Nimbus fixed his eyes dead ahead, taking in the black night illuminated by the city lights, mingling with crisscrossing streams of charged air rounds and the occasional sharpshooter's arrow and felt a strange calm wash over him.

It was finally time to prove he could succeed.

Blind Spot

Blind Spot

“Legend has it that on the longest day of the thousandth year, the stars will aid in her escape, and she will bring about nighttime eternal…”

-Excerpt from “Predictions and Prophecies, 3rd Edition”

...

“What do you see?”

Storm Runner peeled himself away from the door’s peephole and turned towards Dusk Shine. “They reacted pretty quickly. There’s already one pony standing guard outside our door. We’ll have to get through him if we want to proceed.”

A strange smile crept over Dusk Shine’s face. “I think I can arrange that.” Motioning for Storm Runner to step back from the door, Dusk Shine pointed his horn towards the door frame and quietly unlatched it. At the “click” of the latch, the guard trotted over to the door, examining it. Dusk brought his back legs in, then bucked the door open with full force, sending the metal object straight into the face of the pony behind it. The Awakening guard collapsed to the ground in a heap.

“Go,” Dusk Shine said as Storm Runner and the others slipped out the door. Storm checked left and right before signaling to the others that it was safe to go out into the hall. He was surprised, in fact, by how empty the building was. The fires had died down now, and things were actually quite quiet.

“Radio room’s upstairs,” Dusk Shine whispered, “Storm Runner, you take a few ponies up there and see if you can contact Canterlot- that’s our closest military assistance. The rest will come with me. Something doesn’t feel right, and I want to get a look at what’s going on around here.”

“Right,” Storm Runner nodded, as several ponies formed up behind him. He recognized a few from Aviator Training School, but others were new faces. Regardless of who he was leading, he knew, there was a job to be done.

“We’ll meet you in the radio room,” Dusk Shine said as he turned towards the entrance of the school, “once again- get in contact with Canterlot and let them know of our situation here.”

Storm Runner gave a quick salute and took off galloping for the nearest staircase, others following him. Outside, night had fallen, and the stars shone brightly. The sight was odd to Storm Runner. Here he was, galloping through the burnt-out shell of his campus, and the stars shone on as usual, uncaring. He squinted defiantly. The Awakening had taken his school, but they wouldn’t have it for long. He rounded a corner and spied a staircase.

“Yes! We’re in busine-“ Storm stopped, cutting himself off as his eyes traveled up the stairs. The bottom steps were intact, but the top section had caved in entirely. One pony, a cloud artist named Summer Sigh, stepped forward.

“So I guess we find another way up?” she said. Storm Runner considered this. Time was of the essence, and there was no telling how long it would take them to find another staircase. His eyes traveled back to the top floor, so close…

“No, we’re going up here. Pegasi, lift your classmates to the second floor. If you can’t lift that much, get two Pegasi on one pony. Make it quick- we have a job to do.” Storm Runner stood by as two Pegasi hovered over an Earth Pony, lifting him up onto the second floor with ease. There were five Pegasi among them, excluding himself, and six other ponies. They just might be able to pull this off. He stood guard, checking down the hall as more ponies were transported upwards. Finally, it was down to a Unicorn named Starlight and himself.

“You need help?” one Pegasus called from above.

“No, I’ve got this,” Storm Runner called back. He turned to address Starlight when he saw something that made his mane stand on end- a single black-robed earth pony galloping straight for them. The Awakening had arrived.

“Not much time,” he groaned, lifting up Starlight before she could say a word. The pony was rapidly approaching, and Storm Runner could already tell he wouldn’t be able to pull Starlight up in time. With a heave, he threw the Unicorn up towards the second floor as the Earth Pony crashed into his belly, knocking the wind out of him and sending him crashing to the floor as Starlight’s classmates helped her to her hooves above.

“Get to the radio room!” Storm Runner called, choking out his last few words as the pony delivered a swift punch to his windpipe. Dazed, Storm Runner shook his head, receiving a buck to the side of his face for the trouble. He collapsed to the ground as the pony stood over him, pinning him to the floor with his powerful hooves. He swept his hood back; Storm’s eyes widened in awe as he recognized Clear Skies, an Earth Pony who had been training to be a weather forecaster.

“Skies?” he rasped, “you know better than this…”

“Stop interfering,” Clear Skies growled, “what we will bring about tonight is inevitable. It is ponies like you who try to upset the balance of things that must be stopped.”

Storm Runner gasped for air as Skies forced his hooves deeper into his chest, squeezing his lungs against the floor. He wouldn’t have much time before he suffocated entirely. Thinking quickly, he analyzed the situation. His hooves were completely useless, pinned under the considerably stronger Earth Pony, but his wings, on the other hoof…

All those wing-ups better count for something, he thought, summoning his remaining strength. Without a moment to spare, he pushed his wings into the ground and launched himself up into his assailant, turning the tide and smashing Clear Skies into the ceiling. The Earth Pony was completely unprepared, and was unable to defend himself. Storm Runner drove him back-first into the ground, leaning in close to his ear.

“This one is for Sun Blaze,” he hissed. At the mention of the mare’s name, Clear Skies smiled.

“Ah, yes…” he said, “you and her had something special, didn’t you? And you don’t even know what’s happened to her…”

“What the hay have you done with her?!” Storm Runner roared. Clear Skies only laughed in response. Enraged, Storm Runner brought his back hoof in and bucked Skies in the side of the head. The stallion collapsed, unconscious. Storm Runner regained his composure and flew up to the second floor, noting that the others had followed his instructions and already headed for the radio room. The Pegasus took off in the direction everypony had gone, hoping he could contact Canterlot in time.

…

Four minutes. Four minutes in and his wings were already burning. And to top it off, he hadn’t downed a single combatant. Every time a pony was in his boresight, he saw a friend or a neighbor. He didn’t know these ponies, but what he did know was that they, too, had been ordinary citizens before this night, and as much as he knew it needed to be done, he could not fire upon them.

“Thunderbolt Three, get your act together!” Polaris called as yet another Awakening Pegasus slipped out of Nimbus’s reach, “your flying is getting sloppy. Figure it out!”

Nimbus didn’t answer, gritting his teeth and biting into the inside of his mouth so hard he could taste bitter blood. He shut his eyes, trying to drown out what was going on, hoping that when he opened them he would wake up in his hotel room, waiting to be escorted down to the Canterlot streets for preparation for the night’s banquet. All the mane-pulling, choking and stretching, everything he’d hated… he’d trade anything to be back there now.

“Three, snap out of it! I don’t want to lose you!”

Nimbus opened his eyes at the sound of Polaris’s voice, breathing harsh, painful, ragged gasps.

“This is Three,” Nimbus choked, “I’m good. Just… dealing with it.”

“Listen, Three,” Polaris said, “those ponies will not hesitate to kill you if they get the chance. This is not about you- this is about everypony down there. You do this for them.”

Nimbus opened his eyes slowly. Polaris was right. He’d signed up for this, hadn’t he? This was about putting his own qualms aside for the sake of the ponies below. He was about to respond when Corona cut in.

“Three, one on your six, gaining rapidly. I can’t reach him!”

Without giving it a thought, Nimbus wrenched his wings swiftly upward, snapping through a tight, skidding loop. Below him, his pursuer shot by, caught off guard by the maneuver. Nimbus didn’t hesitate to fire this time, striking the aggressor with round after round of charged air. The pony’s wings froze and he tumbled back towards the earth.

“Nice one!” Corona called. Nimbus swallowed hard. He’d just acted completely on reflexes and downed his first aerial combat aggressor. If I can get one, he thought, I can get the rest. He spotted a pair of Pegasi harassing a carriage carrying reinforcements towards the palace gates.

“This is Two, I have eyes on two hostiles below, moving to my six. Engaging.”

“Roger, Two,” Polaris responded, “moving to cover.”

Nimbus rolled inverted and pulled sharply towards the ground, closing on the Awakening Aviators. They were flying below roof level, and Nimbus had to fight to remain stable as gusts from the rooftops buffeted him. One Pegasus turned back towards the pursuing ponies and broke off.

“Breaking to pursue,” Polaris called, flying off after the pony and leaving Nimbus and Corona to deal with the other. Once his wingpony broke away, the pursued pony’s maneuvers became more frantic. He lowered his altitude, nearly scraping the streets themselves, and was frequently forced to avoid street lamps and carts.

“I’m pulling out, Three,” Corona called out, “He’s getting dangerously low.”

“He’s not getting away,” Nimbus called back, trying his best to close the gap. They were pulling onto Canterlot’s central street now, and the palace was looming ahead. The Awakening pony was heading straight for the palace gates, playing a game of chicken. Nimbus leveled himself and set his boresight on his target. He wasn’t about to bail on this one. With a crackling buzz, a burst of bright blue charged air rounds leapt from Nimbus’s CAL-2. The pony saw the shot and tried to evade, but caught a few rounds to the wing. The resulting stability upset was just enough; he veered off course and plowed through an abandoned fruit stand, coming to a sudden stop. Nimbus took one glance to confirm that his target was down and looked up just in time to see the palace gates bearing down on him. In that moment, time seemed to slow down. He surveyed his options. He was near Mach one now, and would only have a fraction of a second to react. He had no time to turn. If he chose to go over the gates, he might make it, but the gates were topped by sharp spade tips. Too low, and he’d risk fileting himself. There was one other option- an ornamental opening near the top of the gates. It would require no course diversion, and he was running out of time. Nimbus snapped into a sharp corkscrew and folded his wings in for spin stability, waiting for the inevitable crunch. It never came. He soared through the gate and snapped his wings open again, pulling up and into the fight.

“I saw that one, Three,” Polaris said, falling back into formation with Nimbus, “getting fancy on us?”

“No sir,” Nimbus said, assisting his teacher in chasing down another Pegasus, “just doing what you told me to.” The pursued pony tried breaking away, presenting Nimbus with the full surface area of his wings. Nimbus snapped to the side and extended his own wings, braking hard and turning inside the other pony’s radius, firing all the way. The pony dropped from the sky before the turn was half over. Corona blew past his face, pursuing yet another. Where were all of these ponies coming from?

“All Aviators in the area, incoming unidentified transmission. The source is looking for a specific group of ponies. Switch to frequency 126.75 and monitor.”

Nimbus recognized the voice of the controller they’d spoken to earlier. Once again, he didn’t sound pleased. He opened the frequency and set it for background audio, keeping his main frequency open for squadron communication. However, after he heard the voice on the other end, he thought better of it.

“Nimbus, Polaris, this is Storm Runner. Mayday. The Royal Equestrian Air College was attacked by Awakening forces. I repeat- mayday. REAC has fallen under attack.”

“Switch active frequency to 126.75, Thunderbolt!” Nimbus gasped. As the others gave their “affirmative” calls, Nimbus swapped over.

“REAC, this is Thunderbolt Three. I have you loud and clear. Good to hear from you again, Storm Runner.”

“Nimbus, it’s bad here. The main hall was gutted by an explosion.”

“What? You and Sun Blaze are handling this, right?”

There was a pause on the other end. “Actually, Nimbus, that’s our other problem. Sun Blaze is gone.”

“What?” The news hit Nimbus with all the force of a charging Manticore. The Awakening had clearly taken Sun Blaze, and he hadn’t been there to protect her. In frustration, he fired a burst of rounds at a distant Awakening pony taking shots with a bow and arrow at passing Aviators. The pony went rigid and crumpled to the roof as the rounds struck him in the side. Nimbus turned back around sharply, resuming normal flight.

“Nimbus, stay posted,” Storm Runner called, “I’ve got an incoming transmission from Dusk Shine. We can talk about Sun Blaze later.”

…

Dusk Shine was finding himself somewhat relieved to note that the tactical operations exercises he’d been attending for the past three years were finally paying off. As an analyst, he hadn’t seen much field time, but he’d been trying to make up for this. It was said amongst his peers that he was probably the most deadly pencil-pusher in Equestria, and he had no challengers. Still, he hadn’t expected the skills he’d implemented so many times in controlled courses being used in real life.

Or at least not during a teaching position, he admitted to himself, quietly pushing open a door to the courtyard as Crescent Star formed up behind him in something that resembled a combat stack. As he left the doorway, his hoof brushed something soft. Looking down, he caught the familiar outline of a Canterlot Guard’s uniform, its owner lying still on the ground. A radio lay a few feet away.

“Be at peace, comrade,” Dusk Shine whispered, taking the radio. He tuned it to the school’s frequency and held it close to his mouth.

“Storm Runner, do you have comms with Canterlot yet?”

A few moments passed without response, then the stallion’s familiar voice came back.

“Affirmative, sir. I have comms with Polaris and Nimbus, and a third pony- an Aviator named Corona Shine.”

“Can Canterlot send reinforcements our way?”

“Negative, sir. Seems they have a situation as well.”

“A situation? What kind of-“ Dusk Shine stopped as an eerie blue light illuminated the courtyard. The source was on the roof, but he couldn’t tell exactly what was casting the light. He could also hear a low humming sound. Whoever was on the roof was mumbling something. He was about to move in for a closer look when he felt a hoof in his ribs. It was Crescent Star, and she was petrified, eyes locked onto the roof.

“It’s an incantation,” she whispered, “this is serious. Stay away- I have no idea what they’re about to do.”

“An incantation?” Dusk Shine whispered, switching on his mic so Storm Runner could hear the conversation, “what’s so special about that?”

“Incantations,” Crescent explained, “are old and powerful spells that can only be cast by chants. In the past, groups of Unicorns would use incantations to raise and lower the sun and moon, before Celestia and Luna came to power. Essentially, it allows the casters to use magic only normally accessible to Alicorns.”

“So what we’re dealing with is a high-level spell?” Dusk asked. Crescent Star strained her ears, listening to the repeated phrase that was being chanted above.

“Tantibus Luna, revertatur ad nos. Amplectere formae verae. Vinctus potestate viam vobis demonstro. Utinam tibi et dimittam te cogat ad sidera tendunt ad te de carcere.”

“They’re trying to bring back Nightmare Moon,” Crescent said at last, “forcing the stars themselves to help. It’s just like the old legend.”

As the ponies’ chants grew louder, a blue, spherical field of magic grew around them and the roof.

“Magical shield,” Crescent said. “That’ll keep anything out. If we had a chance of stopping them before, it’s gone now.”

“Storm Runner, did you get that?” Dusk Shine said, switching his mic off afterwards.

“Affirmative,” Storm Runner said. “The story checks out. According to the research Nimbus and I did, ponies claimed the stars would aid in her escape. This has to be what they were talking about.”

“And we can’t stop it…” Crescent Star said, gazing fearfully up at the darkening sky. Suddenly, the magical shield’s light grew in intensity, and a white-blue beam shot out from the top of it towards the moon. Dusk Shine eyed the crumbling main hall thoughtfully before turning to Crescent Star.

“Do they need full concentration?”

“I beg your pardon?” Crescent said, turning to Dusk.

“The ponies on the roof- do they need their full concentration to maintain that spell?”

“They do,” Crescent said, “as long as they keep chanting, the spell will last. If one stops, it will certainly falter.”

“Well, then I can tell you one thing,” Dusk Shine said, bringing his radio up again, “they may have their hocus-pocus ancient magic, but I bet gravity will work just fine on them.” He pressed the transmit button on his radio. “Storm Runner, I need you and the other students out of the building immediately. We’re bringing it down.”

“You’re doing what? But sir- I’m in communication with Nimbus right now! Canterlot is under attack!”

“This isn’t an option, Storm Runner, and we’re running out of time. You and the others need to get out here immediately.”

The radio crackled as Storm sighed on the other end. “I’ll send the others out. Call for me when you’re ready to detonate. I’ll get out of here in time.”

…

Storm Runner turned to the other ponies huddled around him. “You heard Dusk Shine. Leave the building. I’ll join you in a few minutes. From the sound of things, the Awakening ponies are on the roof, stuck in their shield. You’ll be safe. Now go!”

As the ponies filed out, Starlight, the Unicorn he’d saved, turned to him.

“Thank you, Storm Runner. I’m not sure I’d be standing here if it weren’t for you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Storm Runner said, dismissing the praise, “right now, I need you safe.”

“You too,” Starlight said, “get yourself out of here with time to spare. Don’t try being a hero.”

Storm Runner winked. “Wilco, Star. See you outside.” He turned away, getting back on the radio. “Thunderbolt Three, you there?”

“Roger,” Nimbus’s voice replied, “what’s your current situation?”

“Not good. The Awakening set up some sort of spell on the roof. They’re bringing Nightmare Moon back themselves with an incantation. We’re bringing down the school- it looks like the only way to stop them,” Storm Runner said, “I’m going to be going silent in a few moments. You’re going to have to hang on out there, buddy.”

“I’ll do that, Storm,” Nimbus said.

“And… one other thing,” Storm Runner added, “if you find Sun Blaze… please let me know.”

Nimbus sighed on the other end. “You know I will, Storm, but the odds of me running into her… you know what those are like.”

“I know,” Storm Runner said, “I know. The most I can ask for is for you to take care of yourself out there. Get back here in one piece.”

“Wilco,” Nimbus said, “see you later.”

Storm Runner switched off his radio before the temptation to say more could grab him. Moving as quickly as he could, he galloped out the door, bashing his shoulder as he went. The pain was nothing, now. The moment he had space, he took flight, speeding down the hall to the building’s entrance. Outside, Dusk Shine, Crescent Star, and a few other Unicorns were taking aim at some of the exposed pillars in the building with their horns.

“Fun fact-“ Crescent Star quipped, “ancient Pegasi were fond of pillars for support and decoration. Unfortunately, pillars were about the only things that kept their structures from caving in on themselves.”

Dusk Shine smiled grimly back. “Time to turn the tables. Fire!”

The Unicorns let loose with a salvo of magical projectiles, striking the pillars with all the fury of a tornado. Weakened by the blast earlier, it didn’t take much for the building to start to shake. Inside the shield, the entranced ponies continued their chant, oblivious.

“One more!” Dusk Shine yelled out, “fire!”

The volley of magic struck true, caving in four of the main supports. Shuddering, like a falling redwood, the building began to sway. Then the roof fell in on itself from the middle with a bone-shaking crash. Stone dust and chips of marble flew through the air, and Storm Runner coughed and squinted as the debris-filled cloud overtook him. When the dust settled, nothing but a heap of rubble remained. Storm spat grit and dust from his mouth, taking in the sight. Only a few months ago, that rubble had marked the doors he’d walked through on his way to becoming an Aviator. It was nothing now. Still, they’d won. They’d beaten the Awakening and saved Equestria. Storm Runner grinned and raised his hoof triumphantly to the air.

And that was when the second beam of blue light shot into the sky from Canterlot.

…

“Come on, come on.”

Nimbus was chasing down yet another pony, with an aggressor rapidly closing on his tail. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, but the aerial fight had become even fiercer. Many of the Awakening’s fliers were ex-Aviators themselves, and aerial forces were slowly thinning out. The Awakening fought with strong ideals, and it was these ideals, Nimbus believed, that were keeping them in the air, forcing them through nearly impossible maneuvers. They fought for what they felt was right. Unfortunately, what was right for them was not right for Equestria, and Nimbus kept this thought at the forefront of his mind as he closed in, boresight creeping towards his foe. He felt relief as he watched the pony behind him break away.

Couldn’t hang with me, he thought, abandoned his buddy to look for some easier prey. The pony ahead snapped into a tight left turn, and Nimbus rolled to match him, forcing air into his lungs against the G-forces. He prepared to intercept the pony as he rolled out, but his foe continued rolling in the opposite direction after his initial rollout. Nimbus’s stomach seemed to drop as he recognized the maneuver. He’d been tricked; led into a textbook Weave. Sparking air rounds flew past his visor as he disengaged. He now had a pursuer, locked onto his tail firmly. There wasn’t any time for prolonged, graceful maneuvers. This flight would end in seconds at this range. Nimbus recalled his maneuver from the Dizzitron exam. Perhaps…

He pulled up slightly, to avoid a collision, and spread his wings, presenting full surface area to the relative wind- or the direction of the airflow towards him. Holding the position, he could feel the bones trying to separate from one another as his wings coped with the immense load placed on them. He was about to pull them back in, try something else, when a dark blur sped past him. His pursuer had overshot. Wasting no time, Nimbus raked him over with his CAL-2, swearing to himself he’d never let the enemy get such an opportunity again. Beside him, Polaris and Corona fell into formation, both exhausted and bearing noticeable wear and tear, but alert and looking for more action.

Then the roof of the Canterlot Central Hotel, the building Nimbus had been sleeping in only last night, erupted in a gout of magical blue light as a piercing beam of magic ripped skyward.

“REAC was a decoy,” Nimbus whispered, “they were planning to perform their ritual here all along.”

The radio was erupting with Aviator and ground force chatter. Nopony could figure out what was going on. Nimbus’s eyes followed the beam upwards. The magical stream terminated at the moon, where several stars were being drawn slowly closer. It was surreal. He’d seen magic at work before, but not on this scale. The skies were eerily clear now, too. The Pegasi had taken cover behind a wall of blue magic on top of the hotel.

“They’re chanting,” Polaris called, “just like at REAC.”

“And the only way they could be stopped was by toppling the structure they stood on?” Corona asked.

“Right,” Nimbus responded. “And I don’t think we can manage that here.”

“That building was fortified against earthquakes. We wouldn’t make a scratch,” Polaris added.

All forces in Canterlot, stand down.

Nimbus shook his head and blinked once. He could have sworn he’d heard a voice inside his head, too clear to be imagined. Confused, he continued circling the Awakening with Polaris and Corona.

All forces, this is Princess Celestia. Please, stand down.

“Please tell me I’m not the only one hearing that,” Corona radioed.

“No,” Nimbus said slowly, surprised that somepony else was experiencing the same thing, “you’re not. I’ve got it, too.”

“Telepathy,” Polaris said at last, “haven’t heard it used in ages.”

“But why would Celestia want us to stand down?” Nimbus asked.

“I don’t know,” Polaris responded, “but orders are orders. Let’s hang back and see what happens.”

Nimbus flexed his wings and disengaged from his pattern around the rooftop, looking down. Below, the streets of Canterlot seemed frozen in time. Everypony was staring fearfully up at the hotel, waiting for something to happen. The stars were still moving, slowly coming closer to the moon- a reminder of what would certainly be the impending arrival of Nightmare Moon.

Squinting his eyes, Nimbus thought he could make out a shape moving amongst the points of starry light above, circling closer in a spiraling descent.

“Possible contact above,” Nimbus radioed to the rest of his squad, “can either of you confirm?”

Both Polaris and Corona snapped their heads up, scanning the skies above with their seasoned eyes.

“Oh, we have a contact alright,” Polaris said, “and I’d recommend getting out of the way now, because she does not look happy.”

Not sure what Polaris was referring to, Nimbus focused on the details of the approaching figure. She was a bright white, leaving behind a multicolored trail as she flew. As she drew closer still, he caught a glimpse of gold upon her head. His heart nearly stopped. Princess Celestia herself was among them. Inside the magic shield, the few ponies not involved with the chanting were eyeing the approaching Alicorn with worry. Moments later, a white glow appeared on the tip of Celestia’s horn. The dot of light turned into a blast of bright magic, directed at the shield. Nimbus watched, scarcely believing his eyes, as the shield crackled, overloaded by the magic directed at it. Then, with sparks of magic and a rush of hot air that nearly flipped Nimbus, it failed outright. Ponies on the rooftop were scattered in all directions like grains of sand in a windstorm where they were instantly engaged by Aviators and ground forces. The beam of magic connecting Equestria to the moon faltered, then faded. It was over.

I have new orders for you, Princess Celestia’s telepathic message came through, clearer than any radio message Nimbus had ever received. The Awakening has been dealt with. Do not engage them in combat- take the survivors into custody. I must deal with their actions. A group of Unicorns managed to place a binding spell on Luna, trapping her inside Nightmare Moon. I can reverse this.

“Luna?” Nimbus said aloud. As if she’d heard him, Celestia continued.

Luna is my sister. One thousand years ago, she fell under the control of dark forces, and became Nightmare Moon, more commonly known to many of you as the Mare in the Moon. For the sake of Equestria, I had no choice but to banish her. Tonight was to be her return, and ideally, her release from the evil that has imprisoned her all this time. The Awakening sought to change this, and force her to remain as she was one millennium ago- a being entirely corrupted by the darkness. If I cannot succeed in reversing this spell, Nightmare Moon will return beyond saving. She is more than my equal, and Equestria will fall. I must do this now. All I ask is that you watch over me as I undertake this task. I will be immobile, and vulnerable while preparing for the counterspell. I can shield myself, but it will take time. Please, see that Canterlot remains clear while I do this.

“Affirmative,” Nimbus replied, hoping Celestia could hear him. The Alicorn alighted on the tallest tower of Canterlot palace, closing her eyes and pointing her horn at the sky above. A faint stream of magic crept skyward, expanding into an ever-growing translucent white sphere around the princess. It was mesmerizing, to say the least.

“Let’s remain clear of that, Thunderbolt,” Polaris called out, “wouldn’t want to get trapped inside. With a spell as powerful as this, who knows what kind of magic fallout’s going to be released in there?”

Nimbus deftly slipped to the side, making note of where the field would touch ground. “Roger, One,” he said, “I’ll stay clear.” He kept alert, looking out for any sign of movement. It appeared that the Awakening had been weakened and disheartened by Celestia’s intervention. Most were simply turning themselves in below, staring defiantly up at Equestria’s ruler as she prepared to undo their efforts. Nimbus relaxed slightly, letting the tension out of his body that had built up from nearly four hours of solid dogfighting.

And then he saw it. At first glance, it was just another indiscriminate blob amongst the ground clutter- moving, yes, but probably a trick of the light, or fatigue, made more probable by the fact that Nimbus was receiving no indication of inbound ponies on his MADAR display. As Nimbus stared at the shape, however, it became clear it was something else. It was moving at low level towards Celestia at high speed- coincidentally the same maneuver he’d used to fool the mock patrols during Operation Indigo. This wasn’t some trick. This was somepony who thought like he did.

“Eyes on one hostile inbound at low level and high speed!” Nimbus yelled, diving for the ground, “I’m engaging!”

“The shield is closing, Nimbus!” Corona called, “get your flank back up here!”

Nimbus eyed the shield, descending towards the ground. He only had seconds now. The pony he was pursuing knew it, too, increasing speed as she ducked even lower, nearly scraping the street below. Something was familiar with his opponent’s flying style, but he couldn’t place it. Dismissing the thought, he pushed himself harder, forcing himself to close in faster. The shield was nearly at ground level. One hundred feet to go, fifty feet to go…

They were under it. Both of them. His opponent had beaten the shield. Now the only thing between the aggressor and Celestia was Nimbus. Nimbus passed overhead, cutting sharply downwards. Thrown off by the aggressive maneuver, the pony altered course.

“I have contact,” Nimbus spoke into his headset, “pony is wearing a black TA-4B suit.”

“Nimb… losing… municat… resp…”

Polaris’s voice was cut off as a beam of white light erupted from Celestia’s horn. The magic was powerful enough to cut off communications outside the shield.

“Horse apples,” Nimbus swore. It was just himself and the other pony now. Circling around, the pony approached him. A red and orange mane and tail… where had he seen that color combination before? A communication channel flashed on his HUD, and Nimbus opened it, expecting Polaris.

“Thunderbolt One, I have contact. Polaris, I repeat, I-“

“Nimbus,” an all-too-familiar voice cut in, “fancy meeting you here tonight.”

With a sinking feeling, Nimbus could only watch in horror as his mind put the final puzzle pieces in place. The mane and tail, the maneuvers, and now the voice…

“Sun Blaze?” he radioed back in disbelief.

“The one and only,” Sun Blaze replied, circling Nimbus menacingly, “now stand aside.”

“Sun Blaze, what the hay is going on? You can’t be serious about this!”

“I’m on a tight schedule,” Sun Blaze snapped, “so cut the melodrama. You either get out of my way, or I’ll be forced to make you stand aside.”

“N- no!” Nimbus said, shaking, “I’m not going to let you do this! Think about what you’re doing!”

Sun Blaze dove towards Nimbus, firing a beam of red magic from the port that normally housed a standard issue CAL-2. The beam narrowly missed him, but Nimbus felt a sensation of weariness as he passed by. There was only one weapon in existence that could do that- a Reavite projector. Reavite, often called the “vampire element,” was known for its ability to absorb and hone the wielder’s internal magic into a weapon, at great cost to the user. The magic it released, however, would be more than enough to silence Celestia with a direct hit. He wouldn’t have much time. Nimbus angled his wings, preparing for an intercept as Sun Blaze ripped by, streaking towards Celestia again. “I’ve given this plenty of thought,” she said, “all my life, in fact.”

“What? But your parents- they raised you outside of the Awakening’s influence!” Nimbus dove in front of Sun Blaze again, forcing her to divert. He couldn’t bring himself to fire. Not now.

“My parents…” Sun Blaze let out a small, grim chuckle, “you never found out, did you?”

They were racing through the palace courtyard now, crossing under archways and over statues. Nimbus had to roll nearly ninety degrees to keep a statue of Starswirl the Bearded from clipping his wing.

“Found out what?” Nimbus growled.

“I killed them,” Sun Blaze answered, toying with Nimbus as she wove in and out of the palace towers, “it was my final act to confirm my loyalty to the Awakening. I never held love for them. My true family was in the pages of that black-bound book I gave you. I taught myself everything I needed from the moment I could read.”

Nimbus shook his head, tears in his eyes. It couldn’t be possible. Something had to be wrong. “So am I to assume that those months at REAC, our friendship, your relationship with Storm Runner… those were all lies?”

“No, no, no,” Sun Blaze said, “you’ve got it wrong again, Nimbus. I wanted you two on my side. I tried to test you two, to find out where your loyalties were. I’m frankly disappointed. Like my parents, you both lack the vision I possess. Think about it- a world under Night Eternal… in the dark, we’re all the same. Discrimination would disappear; there would be no wars, no petty squabbles. We could finally be at peace.”

“Your mind has been clouded, Sun Blaze,” Nimbus choked, holding back more tears, “and if you can’t listen to reason… I’ll have to stop you.”

“Then come and get me!” Sun Blaze yelled, her voice losing any trace of kindness. Nimbus took note of the situation. Sun Blaze was climbing above him and to the left, lining up for another pass at Celestia. Cutting her off wouldn’t be easy, but it was possible. He clenched his jaw and pulled up tightly, cutting crisp, white vortices in the air with his wingtips. She flew perfectly into position, and Nimbus took the opportunity to square his boresight on her. He prepared to fire, but Sun Blaze dove right, breaking for the ground again.

“It’s all come down to this,” she hissed, “a battle between aces. Which one of us can outlast the other? And more importantly, which of us actually has the courage and commitment to their cause to pull the trigger?”

They raced down the path to the gates of the palace, Nimbus following as Sun Blaze pulled up sharply, barely missing impact with the crackling, glowing shield surrounding the area. Nimbus blazed by it as well, feeling an almost electrical tingling run down his body that not even his flight suit’s static insulation could protect against.

“I’m not afraid to shoot you down,” he said, cornering as Sun Blaze turned sharply left, trying to shake him off. Nimbus pulled up into what was known as a high yo-yo maneuver, looping back over at the top of his climb and falling back on Sun Blaze’s tail.

“Listen to yourself,” Sun Blaze sneered, veering in the opposite direction, “you’re not trying to convince me- you’re trying to convince yourself. That Awakening book was a test, you know. This suit I’m wearing? It was designed for somepony like you. It wasn’t long before I found out where your loyalties lay, though. You’re nothing but one of Celestia’s blind, visionless lackeys, and tonight I’m going to prove to my superiors that I’m the better pony!” She broke away, heading for Celestia again. Steeling himself, Nimbus took advantage of the situation to place his boresight on his old friend again. With a sinking feeling in his gut, he fired. Several of the rounds missed entirely, but one clipped Sun Blaze’s wing. The wing went rigid briefly, long enough for Sun Blaze to lose control and break off her attack.

“What you fight for is evil,” Nimbus said, snapping himself into a tight turn as Sun Blaze passed below him, “Nightmare Moon was never meant to rule- tonight Princess Luna will break free of her influence.”

“Ah yes, Luna- I was wondering when you would find out about her. She tried to refuse the power that becoming Nightmare Moon bestowed upon her. As far as I’m concerned, she can disappear forever!”

Like two birds of prey in conflict, the Pegasi danced through the night sky, each trading positions in the hope of finding a chance for a critical shot. Nimbus was tired, barely managing to keep up with Sun Blaze, let alone stay away from her Reavite projector. His wings ached, and his vision was starting to blur from the sweat running down his head. He followed Sun Blaze as she initiated a climb, readying himself for another shot, but Sun Blaze out-accelerated him, breaking through a layer of clouds above. Nimbus suddenly became alert. In the magical field, his MADAR was useless. He couldn’t see his opponent, and this was undoubtedly what she’d planned.

“You’re getting lazy, Nimbus.”

Sun Blaze suddenly materialized, diving out of the clouds above. Nimbus barely managed to roll to the side as the telltale red beam of the Reavite projector sliced through the air nearby, catching his wingtip. Every nerve ending in his body seemed in an instant to be on fire. He’d barely contacted the beam for less than a second, and it had nearly taken him out. This fight had to end, and soon. On the radio, he heard Sun Blaze groan after the weapon’s discharge. The “vampire element” was taking its toll.

“That weapon is killing you,” Nimbus said, trying not to show the pain in his voice, “you’ll die if you use it on Celestia.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Sun Blaze snapped, twisting through the air more aggressively than before, “if I die, so will she!”

Nimbus said nothing, saving his strength. Sun Blaze locked herself onto his tail again, lining up for a killing shot. Nimbus cut right, heading straight for a guard tower. He folded his wings in, using his momentum to shoot through it. Sun Blaze simply smashed through one of the tower’s wooden roof supports. With a tremendous crash, the roof fell in on the small tower. Sun Blaze shook it off as if it was nothing.

“Come on!” she roared, “just give up!”

Trying his best to mentally block his old friend’s voice, Nimbus dove straight down, pulling up a scant few inches above the ground as he weaved left and right, dodging obtables. He pulled up and over the banquet hall, briefly throwing Sun Blaze off. The mare was persistent, though, and began to reengage. Nimbus took the brief break in combat to turn his gaze upward, at the moon. The stars were almost at its surface now; Celestia didn’t have much time left. He looked back at Sun Blaze, staring down the pony he’d called his friend only a few days ago, analyzing the situation. They were in a tight bank turn, and her right wing, on the inside of the turn, was fluttering slightly.

That’s the one I hit earlier, Nimbus thought, must’ve damaged a nerve ending. This was his chance. Preparing himself for the inevitable pain, Nimbus flared his wings, dropping his airspeed nearly to zero. He bit down hard as his wings threatened to wrench themselves from their sockets. Sun Blaze shot past, trying to correct her course, but her wing failed to respond to the rapid change of direction, locking up slightly. It was just enough to send her into an uncoordinated spin. Nimbus dove underneath her, then pulled up as Sun Blaze corrected her flight path, searching everywhere for him. She spotted Nimbus as he pulled up, shooting up into the sky off her left wing. She prepared to pull up and engage him, but Nimbus had one more trick to pull. In his climb, he rolled, turning his back to Sun Blaze. He pulled back in what was nearly a loop, then flipped his body around, pointing his CAL-2 down at Sun Blaze as he continued skidding over her. He fired continuously, raking Sun Blaze’s back with a concentrated burst of electrically-charged air. It was too much- Sun Blaze’s body froze and she began spiraling towards the ground. Nimbus restabilized himself and broke away, watching Sun Blaze fall. As the sparks playing across her body died out, though, Nimbus saw something he’d never seen before. She moved! Spurred on by nothing less than a near-insane dedication to her mission, Sun Blaze was fighting lockup, climbing back towards Celestia.

“You- rrgh- can’t win, Nimbus,” she groaned over the radio as she centered her sights on Celestia. Nimbus turned back towards her, pouring every ounce of strength into catching up with her. He broke through the sound barrier, trailing an orange blur behind him as he reached speeds just over Mach 1. As Sun Blaze neared firing range, Nimbus realized his mistake- Sun Blaze wasn’t the target. With her level of determination, a few shocks weren’t going to stop her. The weapon on the other hoof…

Nimbus placed his green boresight over the small scoop on Sun Blaze’s flight suit, locking in the target, and started firing without rest, pelting the weapon with every round he could send at it. Sun Blaze practically clawed for distance, trying to close the gap between her and Celestia, but Nimbus was closing fast. The Reavite projector glowed red, indicating an imminent discharge. There was only one option left. Without a second thought, Nimbus slammed straight into Sun Blaze, sending the red beam harmlessly into the magical field. Refusing to let his target go again, he locked his hooves around her, still firing charges into the projector, now at point-blank range. He didn’t care that his right side was quickly going numb from the static discharge his weapon was giving off, didn’t care that Sun Blaze was using every last vestige of strength to try to force him away, and didn’t even concern himself with the ground spiraling rapidly up towards him as the two Pegasi plummeted to earth. He thought about Celestia, doing everything in her power for a chance to save her sister. He thought about Luna- a pony he didn’t even know yet. This was her second chance, and if there was anything his life so far had taught him, everypony deserved a second chance, and finally, he thought about the ponies below, and the ponies of Equestria. They deserved to live in a world shared by day and night. Sun Blaze had been wrong, but it made his actions no less difficult when he considered this.

“I was going to create the perfect world, Nimbus,” Sun Blaze gasped, bashing at Nimbus’s helmet with her hooves, “will you deny me even that? Answer me!” Her visor was cracked, and Nimbus could see her familiar eyes dancing helplessly about, frantically searching for a way to escape and finding none. “Answer me!” Sun Blaze repeated, desperately.

Nimbus didn’t answer, still firing at Sun Blaze’s weapon. The crystal was exposed now, and was sparking as it tried to absorb the incoming electrical energy, entering too fast to be properly stored. The Reavite crystal was going into overload, and both ponies knew it, but Nimbus kept hammering rounds into it despite this. There could be no risky disengagement; this had to end now. The ground below grew in detail as they neared the end of their drop. Suddenly the crystal gave off a tremendous burst of sparks. Nimbus let go of Sun Blaze as the red sparks engulfed her, draining every last reserve of magic from her body. Time seemed to freeze as the two’s eyes met- the victor and the defeated.

“I’m sorry, Sun Blaze,” Nimbus whispered. Sun Blaze’s body disappeared behind a mass of sparks as a small field of red-white light grew around her. The crystal could no longer contain the energy it had tried to absorb. With a hum that steadily increased in pitch, the field grew, until with a loud “crack,” it burst outward, catching Nimbus and flinging him back upward. His world became a whirling mess of colors and stars as he tumbled.

Then he remembered the Dizzitron. What was it he’d been taught? First, detect spin direction, second, stop yawing, third, stop rolling, fourth, regain lost airspeed, and five, recover. He checked his HUD, trying to determine the direction of his spin, but the blast from the Reavite weapon had completely knocked out his electronics. He was flying on gut feeling now. He closed his eyes for a moment, to focus, then opened them, flexing his wings and feeling the air travel over them. He kicked his body to the right, correcting his yaw, and stopped his roll, but instead of recovering, his wings went limp. His body had taken all it could, and was starting to shut down. Nimbus took one final look at Celestia. Points of light were materializing and moving towards her horn- the spell was nearly complete. What was it Polaris had said about fallout from the spell? It didn’t matter anymore. Nimbus’s world became pure white as the spell completed, throwing a wall of raw energy out in all directions. Nimbus embraced the wave of light as it hit him, unable to fight as it threw him into the magical field. A slight shock coursed through his body, but he hardly felt it. He was falling again, looking up at the night sky. Celestia was gone now. At the completion of her spell, she had disappeared. With her disappearance, the field had faded as well, flickering away to reveal the starry night. The stars around the moon, meanwhile, finally touched down, and the moon gave off a slight glow. Then, everything was as it had been- still and quiet.

With a start, Nimbus realized that it was nearly dawn; the sun should have been rising. Instead, he still saw only stars and the moon. Nightmare Moon had returned after all, and she had set in motion Night Eternal. He tried to force himself to feel some sort of emotion, but he couldn’t. The ball was in somepony else’s court, now. It was time to finally rest. His eyes began to close as he neared the end of his descent, and the last thing he saw before his world faded to black was the silhouettes of several Pegasi above, framed against the starlit backdrop as they flew towards him. Then, everything was dark.

By the time he slammed into the ground in the courtyard of the Canterlot Palace, he was unconscious. Nimbus never even felt the impact.

Dawn

Dawn

Nimbus looked around, confused. His entire world was fading back into view, shifting from darkness to gray details, and finally to color, but his surroundings were unfamiliar. Looking down, he saw soft, green grass blowing gently in the wind. He was back home, or at least near his home, standing on a peak in the mountain range surrounding Hollow Shades.

Glancing down, he was impressed to see that, despite the clouds above, the valley was clear of fog, and he could see his house.

“Not bad,” he breathed, watching his breath roll out in white clouds. He paced around for a moment, considering heading back down the mountain, before a thought occurred to him.

“Am I dead?”

He didn’t feel dead, but then again, he realized he didn’t know what death actually felt like. He couldn’t really be dead, not now- there was so much left to do! Was Nightmare Moon ruling Equestria now, or had she been stopped? Nimbus sat down, his head spinning with questions.

“Confused?” a voice sounded from behind him.

Nimbus raised his head and looked back. When he saw who had addressed him, he did a double-take.

“Princess Celestia?” he said, “is that you?”

The pony changed shape, growing smaller until it took on the form of Whirlwind. Then Whirlwind changed color and grew taller until he was an exact copy of Nimbus.

“I am who you want me to be, Nimbus. I’m you.”

“Well this is weird,” Nimbus said, somewhat anticlimactically.

The other Nimbus shook his head, “that’s probably an understatement. Do you know where you are?”

“Back home? Dead? I don’t know,” Nimbus answered, “care to shed some light on that subject… me?”

The pony paced back and forth within a few inches of the peak’s ledge. “You’re not dead, if that helps. We’re inside your mind. Or rather, our mind. I guess you could say I am your grasp on life. I am your heart, your lungs, your will to live… ultimately, I am responsible for whether you live or die.”

“Wonderful,” Nimbus said, “so I take it there’s a reason I’m seeing you right now?”

The other Nimbus smirked. “You took an eight-story nose dive onto the Canterlot Palace courtyard and didn’t think you’d get a visit from me? Nimbus, even as a Pegasus, that’s going to leave a mark.”

“So why am I not dead?” Nimbus asked, standing and looking off the ledge, “why this conversation?”

“Because this is your choice.” The other Nimbus shifted again, turning into Spitfire. “Nimbus, I’m not the one responsible for snapping you out of this. You are.”

“Snapping me out of what, exactly?” Nimbus said hesitantly.

“Your coma, of course.”

“I’m in a coma?!” Nimbus’s breath came in short gasps as the realization hit him. “But that means-“

“It means your hold on life is quite delicate right now. This, Nimbus, is a milestone occasion. It’s where you decide whether you live or die. The fact that you even have this choice puts a great deal of power in your hooves.”

“Well my answer is life!” Nimbus said immediately, “what kind of a choice is that?”

“You’ll be returning in bad shape,” Spitfire said, “Unfortunately, I can’t give you exact details on what happened, but I’m receiving signals that the eight story drop you survived took its toll.”

“But Pegasi can survive falls like that,” Nimbus said, “we have reinforced skeletons!”

“The body can only take so much,” Spitfire said, shifting once again into Whirlwind, “are you sure you want to go back? Death, after all, is an end to the troubles you’ll face back in your world. No more responsibilities, no more pressure, no more need to break your back to impress others…”

Nimbus looked down at his little brother, sizing him up. With the exception of his coat color, the little guy was shaping up to be a lot like himself. He smiled. Death would certainly be an easy way out, but since when had he ever taken the easy way? Besides, he had a family, and most importantly, a little brother depending on him to return. Who was he to say no? Turning to Whirlwind, he smiled.

“I’m ready to go back,” he said, “no matter what condition I’m in when I return. If I’m a little beaten up, so be it. I’ll live. I have a family and friends waiting for me up there, and I won’t just give up on them.”

Whirlwind grinned, “I knew you’d say that.” He shifted once more back into Nimbus, staring him in the eyes. “And that’s the kind of pony you’re meant to be. Now get back up there and show everyone how you can persevere!”

Nimbus lay back in the grass as his world began to darken. He hoped he was actually headed back to consciousness, and not dying regardless of his choice. Either way, the blackness overtook him and he felt a wave of warmth and peace was over him. Then everything was still.

…

“Beep, beep, beep…”

Nimbus opened his eyes slowly as the steady electronic tone droned on. Like before, his world began to fade into color as he cracked his eyes open, but this time he had sensation. His eyelids felt heavy and sore, and as he opened them, he became aware that his surroundings were much more different now. There was a fluorescent light strip directly over his head, and a strange array of machines on either side of him. He was clearly on a bed, and as more details came into focus, he could see that he was practically covered in tubes and casts. He tried turning his head and found that he couldn’t. A plaster cast extended from the back of his neck almost all the way to the top of his head. It was becoming clearer now where he was.

“I’m in the hospital,” he croaked, wincing as the words passed through his dry and cracked mouth. At the conclusion of his statement, he heard hurried hoofsteps and a rhythmic whooshing noise… wingbeats? He tried again to crane his neck, but to no avail. Then a grey blur shot over his head and looped around, coming to a stop in a hover two feet away from his chest. It was Whirlwind, and his little brother wasted no time in proclaiming the news of Nimbus’s recovery.

“He’s awake!” he whooped, “I told you guys he’d wake up!”

“Whirly? Wha-?” Nimbus was dumbfounded as his parents appeared out of the corner of his eye, smiling with a few tears on their faces.

“Hey there, Nimbus,” Updraft said, giving his son a curt nod. Nimbus could see he was trying his best to hold back relief. How bad was his condition? Comet Stream, too, maintained her composure, smiling at her son.

“Hey guys,” Nimbus rasped, “what’s going on? Why am I in the hospital?”

“Nimbus, we’re so proud of you,” Comet said, tears falling again. “I- I can’t even explain to you what you did. That’s best left to your peers, but…” she looked over at Updraft, “our son is a hero, can you believe it? A hero!”

“Yeah, a hero!” Whirlwind cheered, doing a full loop that terminated a few inches away from Nimbus’s face.

“Hey, now what’s this hero stuff all about?” Nimbus asked, his voice starting to return to a somewhat more normal tone, “Whirly? What happened?”

Then the memories came rushing back. Canterlot, the Awakening, Nightmare Moon’s return, the air battle… all ending with Sun Blaze’s shocking betrayal. Nimbus’s eyes widened. “Oh, you can’t be talking about that,” he said, “I’m not a hero. You… I…” he had no idea what to say. Humility was trying to kick in, but he couldn’t find a way of effectively downplaying his role in the air battle. He decided instead to change the subject.

“Where am I?”

“Caring Hooves Trauma Center, in Canterlot,” Updraft said, “you were in pretty bad shape when you fell out of the sky. The doctors here are miracle workers- really, they are-“ Nimbus caught hesitation in his voice, and latched onto it.

“What else is there?” he said, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“They said… you killed just about every nerve ending in your right wing towards the end of the battle.”

Nimbus remembered firing his CAL-2 at close range into the Reavite crystal. The tingling in his wing hadn’t just been harmless static- it had evidently been close enough to damage his wing itself.

“Okay,” he said finally, “so how bad is it?”

“You fell on your wing when you hit the ground,” Comet said, “they said you’d fractured every bone in it, and that without magical treatment of the highest degree, you’d probably never fly again.”

“Highest degree meaning-?” Nimbus said, his heart rate increasing. He could tell, too, as a heartbeat monitor next to his bed began increasing its pace.

Updraft cleared his throat. “We would need-“

“An Alicorn.”

Nimbus caught a new voice from the front of the room- one he would recognize anywhere. It was the voice he’d heard in his head during the battle, and the voice he’d spoken with only moments ago in his dream. It was Princess Celestia. Slowly, gracefully she stepped into view, seeming to light the room with her radiance. Whirlwind darted away from his hover over Nimbus and dove to the ground, wrapping his front hooves around Celestia’s leg. The entire room went silent. Nopony touched Princess Celestia. It simply wasn’t done. Nimbus’s eyes went wide, and his heart not only skipped a beat- his heartbeat monitor flatlined for a full second before resuming.

“Please fix my brother’s wing,” Whirlwind said, looking up at Celestia with his dark, round child’s eyes. Celestia gazed back calmly, and smiled.

“Hello, Whirlwind,” she said, “how are you enjoying Canterlot?”

“It’s pretty big,” Whirlwind admitted, “but… what about Nimbus’s wing?”

Celestia rubbed Whirlwind’s head with her hoof. “Don’t worry about your brother, Whirlwind. He’ll be just fine.” She raised her head and turned to Nimbus’s parents who were standing as still as statues, mouths agape, staring at the Princess.

“May I have a few words alone with Nimbus?” she asked.

“Certainly, um, ma’am,” Updraft said, trotting towards Whirlwind and looking as if he’d seen a ghost, “come on, Whirly. We’ll visit Nimbus later.”

“Goodbye, Whirlwind,” Celestia said, waving with her hoof to the little colt as he and his parents exited. When the door closed, she walked over to Nimbus.

“I believe thanks are in order,” she said finally. Nimbus stared up at her.

“Thanks, Princess Celestia? I didn’t really do anything-“

“Please-“ the Alicorn said, “it’s just ‘Celestia’ right now. And don’t try to tell me you did nothing, Nimbus. I was there, after all. You saved me, and more importantly- you helped me to save my sister.”

“Luna?” Nimbus said, “you mean she’s not-“

“Nightmare Moon? No. She was freed the night of the air battle. There are other congratulations I must give for that accomplishment- it’s actually the reason I’ll be headed to Ponyville after this- but enough of that. Nimbus, thank you so much for what you did that night. I can’t stress enough how important your role was in reuniting me with my sister. And speaking of which…”

Princess Celestia looked back at the door. “There’s somepony else I’d like you to meet, as well. Luna? We’re alone now.”

The door slowly creaked open and a shadow flew in, materializing itself as a dark blue Alicorn. Smaller in height than Celestia, she was no less magnificent. Her mane and tail shone with the light of the night sky, and her head was lowered, humbly. She looked up at Nimbus, shyly smiling.

“Thank thee, Nimbus. Without thine help, we would still be lost, and our sister would not be standing beside us.”

“I’m glad I could help,” Nimbus said, smiling at Luna. He couldn’t even believe now, looking at her, that he’d ever considered waging his little school year investigation against her.

“Her speech needs a little modernization,” Celestia said, moving next to her sister and smiling, “but we’ll work on it together.” She was silent for a few moments, gazing out the few windows in the room. The sunlight was streaming in, catching particles in the air and throwing majestic rays from wall to wall. She turned back, looking deep into Nimbus’s eyes, as if to read his thoughts.

“I was made aware of the past few years of your life by several sources while I was on my way here. Apparently there are many ponies out there that wanted me to know exactly the kind of pony I’d be meeting, including Spitfire- the captain of the Wonderbolts. You met her during your time at the Academy, if I understand correctly.”

“Yes ma’am,” Nimbus said, “and if I’m to be honest, she’s the reason I’m even here right now. I made a promise to her, once, that I’d find a way to get back into the air and serve Equestria, despite my failure at the Academy.”

“You’ve come a long way since then,” Celestia said, “it takes a great degree of perseverance to look at such an occasion as your disenrollment and return stronger from it. Your actions on the eve of the Summer Sun Celebration were purely selfless. If I could tell your superiors to commission you now, I would. Unfortunately, that’s where military tradition gets in the way. You still technically have one week of school left until you graduate and commission, and I can’t interfere with that.”

“It’s alright,” Nimbus said, “I wouldn’t expect you to. Besides, I’d rather graduate alongside my classmates.”

“Spoken like a true Aviator,” Celestia said, smiling, “and I have no doubt there are great things in your future as one.”

“Thank you,” Nimbus said. He was about to ask about the whereabouts of Storm Runner and Polaris when he remembered what his family had said about his wing at the conclusion of Celestia’s statement. Being an Aviator required the full use of both wings, and if his right wing was practically unusable… feeling was returning to his body now, and he began stretching to ease the tension that had built up in him. He tried moving his wing- perhaps the doctors had been wrong about it. Nothing happened. His wing remained limp on the bed behind his back. He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying again. Celestia took note of this.

“Nimbus, I probably don’t need to tell you that you received a terrible injury helping me. I wish there was something I could do-“

“Forgive me for being direct,” Nimbus said, “but aren't you able to heal this?”

Celestia shook her head. “The damage may not look bad, but not much of your wing remains intact beneath the surface. If there were some way-“

“There is, sister,” Luna said, stepping forward and shaking her mane out of her eyes. For the first time since she’d entered the room, she looked confident. “It is the least we can do to repay him. Combined, we believe our magic will be strong enough to heal him.”

“Of course,” Celestia mused, “Nimbus, would you accept this?”

Nimbus’s eyes watered. He was being given the chance, even a slight one at that, to return to the air. He couldn’t refuse. “I would be honored. It would be the best gift I’ve ever received.”

Celestia and Luna stepped forward, placing their horns on the exposed wing. Magic flowed down each one, wrapping around the twisted and broken extremity, until a golden glow surrounded the wing. To Nimbus, it felt as if someone had wrapped his wing in a warm blanket. He could hear bones shifting and cracking, but felt no pain. The sisters finally drew back, the light fading away.

“Now only one thing remains,” Luna said, eyes twinkling with excitement, “thou must try it.”

Nimbus looked down at his wing, still behind his back. “Come again?” he said, rather unceremoniously. He looked at the IV tubes and monitors connected to him. “With all due respect, my wing wasn’t my only problem.”

“Ah yes, I suppose you’ll want to be rid of all this medical equipment as well,” Celestia said, magically removing the IV tubes and monitor pads. Nimbus looked down in shock. While he didn’t consider himself a doctor, he was almost certain removing everything at once wasn’t usually a recommended course of action.

“There we are,” Celestia said when the equipment was clear, “now get up and give it a test.”

“Get up?” Nimbus said, “Princess Celestia, I think I need to wait for doctor’s orders before-“

“Our sister knows what she is doing,” Luna said, the echo of a smile playing about your face, “thou may rise.”

Cautiously, Nimbus rolled out of the bed and landed on all four hooves, surprisingly steadily. He braced himself for the inevitable pain, but none came. Slowly, he raised his left wing and moved it. Everything seemed in order. Now for the moment he’d been dreading. He tried moving his right wing. To his surprise, it rose and moved like a well-oiled machine. Nimbus’s face broke into a tremendous grin.

“Thank you so much!” he whooped, dancing up and down, “I can fly again! Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, I can’t even thank you enough!”

“There is no need for thanks,” Luna said, turning to her sister and smiling, “thou hast given us the chance to be family again. We could ask for nothing better.”

“Now,” Celestia said, looking up at a clock on the wall, “I believe there’s somewhere you need to be.”

“There is?” Nimbus said, confused.

“Well, you are competing in the Cloudsdale Meet, are you not?”

Nimbus’s face turned from an expression of pure joy to one of shock. “That’s today? You mean they didn’t cancel it. Oh dear Celes-“ he looked up at Celestia, rethinking his choice of words, “I mean good grief- I had no idea! I have to get up to Cloudsdale! And my family-“

“On their way,” Celestia said, “a carriage was waiting for them when they left your room.”

“How am I going to get there in time?” Nimbus asked, frantically running through his options.

“Stand still,” Celestia said. Nimbus did as he was told.

“I’m not sure I understand,” he said, “what is standing still going to do for-“

“Relax,” Celestia said, “good luck at the Meet, Nimbus. My sister and I are needed in Ponyville. I sincerely hope we can speak again.”

Celestia pointed her horn straight at Nimbus and his world flashed white, then refocused. He was standing on a cloud, overlooking Equestria. He raised his eyebrows, confused, then turned around and received the shock of his life. He was standing on the edge of Cloudsdale. The massive floating city stretched before him in all its glory, and directly in front of him was the Cloudsdale Coliseum- the site of the Meet. Nimbus wasted no time in stretching his wings and flying to the event. He rushed inside, trying to remember the instructions he’d been given days earlier on how to get to the competitors’ room. He had a competition to win today, and he wasn’t about to be late for it.

Author's Note

This is a revised version of my old chapter, "Cliff's Edge." I realized that several parts of the chapter were rushed, and that Nimbus was presented with a situation that I found to be almost contradictory to his nature. To that end, parts of this chapter were revised to a setting that I feel reflects Nimbus's story better. Enjoy!

The Meet

The Meet

Nimbus pushed himself through the locker room, racing for the Royal Equestrian Air College station. Around him, he could see other ponies, mostly Aviators, receiving their gear for the match. Many of them were preoccupied with slipping on jerseys or checking the color of their marker paint, but a few stopped and watched him as he ran past. Nimbus didn’t know how quickly word traveled amongst the Aviator community, but from some of the confused looks he was getting, he assumed it had to travel fast.

He galloped on, getting more worried with every hoofstep. He hadn’t spotted Polaris yet, but if Princess Celestia had bothered to arrange for his family to be here, wouldn’t it be reasonable to assume she’d done the same for Polaris? He kept his head on a swivel, looking frantically left and right… there! Ahead he spotted a very familiar Pegasus casting an analytic eye on the competitors. It was Polaris, and beside him stood Storm Runner.

“Storm!” Nimbus called above the noise of the crowded room. The blue Pegasus turned slightly, then opened his eyes wide as he recognized his friend. He nudged Polaris and the old Pegasus turned around.

“Come on, Nimbus!” he said, “no time to waste! The competitors will be on the field in minutes! What took you so long?”

Typical Polaris- always right down to business. Nimbus smiled and shook his head. “I’ve got no excuse, sir.”

Polaris grinned and slapped his student on the back. “I’m just kidding, Nimbus. You’ve been through a lot. Are you sure you want to go out there?”

Nimbus glanced over at the competitors making their way towards the entrance to the Coliseum. “Are you kidding?” he said finally, “this is what I’ve been waiting all year for!”

“Alright, then let’s get you suited up!” Storm Runner said, putting a blue jersey over Nimbus.

“You’re not curious about anything that happened to me?” Nimbus asked, a little surprised, “nothing at all?”

“Oh we’re curious,” Polaris said, “but you’ll be an Aviator in just over a week. The mission always comes first. And today, this is your mission.” He checked over Nimbus and painted his hooves with his blue marker paint, “now get out there and score REAC’s reputation back!”

Nimbus winked, regaining his competitive mindset. “You’ve got it, coach.”

As he fell into line with the others, Nimbus mused at how strange the past few hours had been. Just earlier, he’d woken up from days of unconsciousness. Before that, he’d defied royal orders and taken off to defend Canterlot airspace. Now here he was, waiting in line to step out onto the famous Cloudsdale Coliseum as if nothing had happened. It was strange how quickly life moved on.

A tall, white Pegasus with dark glasses walked up to Nimbus, checking a clipboard. “Nimbus, let’s see… representing the Royal Equestrian Air College?”

“Yes sir,” Nimbus replied.

“Alright then,” the pony said, make your way to the- hang on.” He squinted his eyes at Nimbus, looking him over. “I recognize your voice. You weren’t one of the Pegasi in that Thunderbolt unit, were you?”

Nimbus was impressed. Despite the radio’s tendency to garble words just enough to hide the speakers’ identities, this pony recognized him. Then a feeling of worry washed over him. “Yes,” he said hesitantly, not sure whether to expect a reprimand or congratulations. Though all was right in Celestia’s eyes, he felt there must certainly be others who felt he should have simply obeyed his orders a few nights back.

“I was at the gates of the palace that night,” the pony said, “I normally serve as a Royal Guard. We were under attack and three Aviators swooped in to the rescue. Let your unit know they have my thanks,” he winked, “even if ‘Thunderbolt’ isn’t actually an official squadron name.”

Nimbus nodded, grinning, “I certainly will, sir.” He paused, then added, “do they… do the ponies out there know I participated in that battle?”

“No, I don’t think so,” the pony said, “everything happened pretty fast when Nightmare Moon came down. The only ponies who know would have to be the ones that took you away.”

“And who was that?”

“Well, your squadron of course.”

Nimbus nodded, a slight smile on his face, “ well, that’s good. I think I’d prefer it that way if you don’t mind.”

The guard nodded, “I won’t tell a soul. Guard’s honor.”

“Thanks,” Nimbus said. The guard showed him to the Coliseum entrance with a bit of spring in his step now.

“I'm looking forward to see how you perform today,” he added, “just head up the stairs to the Coliseum floor. When the announcer’s countdown is over, the dogfight begins. Good luck.”

“Thank you!” Nimbus called out as he walked up the steps and onto the puffy, white Coliseum floor. Other competitors were circling up around the center and Nimbus took his place next to two Aviators.

“Fillies and Gentlecolts!” an enthusiastic voice rang out from above, “welcome to this year’s Cloudsdale Meet, where the best of the best come to demonstrate the prowess of the ponies that guard our skies every day! Below me, you can see a circle of the finest fliers Equestria’s military has to offer. Each one is a representative of…”

The speaker’s voice droned away as Nimbus looked around the circle at his competitors. Most looked fresh, ready for the day. He felt comparatively rushed, but tried not to let it phase him. Across the circle, he spotted Corona Flash. He smiled and nodded, and Corona returned the gesture. It was a polite exchange, but also an agreement that neither would hold back in the next few minutes. Nimbus shivered with excitement. The game was on.

“…and now, without further ado, let us begin!” Nimbus spied the announcer- a light blue pony wearing a headset. He held up his hoof, starting a countdown. “Five, four, three, two, one-“ he dropped his hoof sharply, “takeoff!”

The moment was only a fraction of a second, but it seemed to last forever. Nimbus tensed his back legs and pushed himself straight up vertically like a spring. At the same time, he snapped his wings open and rolled, righting himself a few inches off the cloud floor. He knew the others would be going for targets that had blindly flown straight up- easy prey. On the other side of the field, Corona knew better. A passing shadow was the only indication Nimbus received, but it was enough. Corona planted himself firmly behind him as Nimbus climbed up into the swirling cloud of Pegasi. His head was constantly moving, looking back at his pursuer and all around as ponies passed within inches of him, too occupied with their own small chases to tap him with a hoof. Nimbus reached up and planted his hooves on one particular Pegasus that exited a roll right in front of him. He flew down and out of the fight, retiring to the Coliseum floor. Finally, he punched through the fray and leveled off above the majority of the fighting, taking a few precious seconds to get his bearings. He’d lost Corona, it seemed. The Pegasus was nowhere in sight. Below, the fight was thinning out rapidoy as others dropped out.

He almost didn’t see it.

From seemingly out of nowhere, Corona rushed Nimbus, barely avoiding him as Nimbus dropped several feet and recovered.

“Good to see you’re doing okay!” Corona called back, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going easy on you!”

Corona rolled in inverted and tried sneaking under Nimbus, but Nimbus was ready for him. He stopped quickly and reversed direction as he dropped farther down, pulling out of his maneuver on Corona’s tail.

“I’d have it no other way, sir!” he said, beaming. Two more Pegasi came down on him from above, but Nimbus deftly slipped to the side as they shot past. Unfortunately, he once again lost Corona. Nimbus focused on the ponies that had made an attempt to mark him. They were below, and had called off their attack- completely oblivious. He tucked in his wings and dropped quickly down towards the cloud floor and snapped his wings open, quickly gaining on the others. He flew towards one and planted his hooves on his back, marking him, and rebounded from the impact, marking the pony beside him. Two down. He looked up- many more to go.

“Yeah, Nimbus!”

Nimbus looked down in surprise. He’d just flown right past Whirlwind, who was standing on his hind legs and waving his hooves wildly in the air. In response, he executed a tight snap roll, which practically drove Whirlwind into a frenzy.

“Behind you!”

Nimbus shook himself out of his daze and broke left as another pony shot past. Immediately the aggressor began to turn, lining up for another pass. Nimbus shifted his wings and turned inside the other pony’s radius, catching him just above the shoulders as he exited his turn. At the conclusion of his maneuver, Nimbus followed up with a tight climb, marking another pony that passed overhead. Then his heart beat faster- out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of gold tracking him: Spitfire. He had only fractions of a second to react, dropping altitude as she roared by overhead. Bleeding off airspeed, he climbed and banked left and right, eventually ending up on her tail. Spitfire noticed this instantly and performed a slow barrel roll. Nimbus hadn’t anticipated this, and tried his best to track the maneuver. As he rotated through the turn, he felt a sharp twinge in his wing, which promptly locked up. Nimbus instantly dropped out of the chase and fluttered slowly to the ground. The crowd went silent, despite the fierce competition raging above.

Aiming for a soft cumulus patch, Nimbus tucked in his hurt wing and rolled to a stop on the clouds as a few Pegasi wearing red medical vests flew to his aid. I guess healing magic takes time, too, he thought. His wing had been completely mangled, to say the least; he considered himself lucky he was even flying at all. The safety ponies were coming closer, and Nimbus took the time to glance upward. There were very few competitors left in the sky. Spitfire and Corona Shine were locked in combat, and the others were practically revolving around them, diving in when they saw an opening, like hawks looking for prey.

“Hey, you alright?”

Nimbus turned around; one of the safety ponies was standing behind him with a medical bag at the ready. Standing up, Nimbus flexed his wing. The twinge was gone, but by hitting the cloud deck he’d forfeited the match… hadn’t he?

“A twinge in my wing,” he said, “I’m fine now. You wouldn’t believe how I got it if I told you.”

“Well you realize that until you get tagged you’ll be fair game for the others, right?”

“What do you mean?” Nimbus said, confused, “aren’t I out?”

The medical pony shook his head. “Nope. You could have spent your entire dogfight on the ground if you chose. You’d just be a really easy target if you did. The real question is- are you sure you’re okay?”

Nimbus thought about this for a moment. He could duck out now, but with so much at stake… the Royal Equestrian Air College finally had a shot at the title, after all. Who was he to just let something like that go?

“I’m going back in,” he said, smiling. The medical pony slapped him on the shoulder.

“That’s the spirit. Go kick flank for REAC! I graduated from there, you know.”

“Hay yeah, sir!” Nimbus said, launching himself straight off the cloud deck with enough force to kick up a wave of puffy white cloud matter around him. Nimbus got his bearings and barreled straight into a pony headed for Corona, knocking him off course and pasting blue paint across his back. Corona took the opportunity and performed a sharp rolling scissors maneuver*, taking Spitfire by surprise and marking her. The golden pony nodded in respect and left the dogfight. Nimbus circled up into a slow loop- only three ponies left, including Corona. He decided to keep his eye on Corona Flash, but moved to engage one of the others, diving down from above in the pony’s blindspot. He was focused on Corona, who had just engaged and taken down the other pony. The mistake cost him his position, and it wasn’t long before he left the arena, trailing blue marker paint. Corona, meanwhile, had downed his own target. They were the only two ponies left in the sky. Circling one another, each locked eyes.

“How about it, Nimbus?” Corona said, “I’ve made it to the finals. That’s all I could ever ask for. We can end this right now. On the other hoof, I’ve never won one of these before, so…”

Nimbus watched Corona’s wings as the Pegasus babbled. Every so often they would twitch, as if he was setting up for a sharp snap roll. He decided not to indicate that he knew what was going on, playing dumb.

“I don’t know, Corona,” Nimbus said, “are you up for a dogfight? I’d sure love to bring home a big fat trophy for REAC, that’s for sure.”

“Now now, Nimbus,” Corona said, “you’ve just made your first mistake. Always be aware of your-“

Corona rolled towards Nimbus, paint-covered hooves extended for the strike. Deftly, Nimbus flew up and over Corona’s attack, diving back down as soon as he was in position to do so.

“-surroundings,” Corona finished, diving back towards the cloud floor. Nimbus followed him, feeling his cheeks pull back as Corona poured on more and more speed. They snapped level just above the surface, and Nimbus fought to maintain a relatively steady breathing rate as the G-forces pressed down on him. Trained for situations like this, Corona was faring better. He took in sharp, steady breaths, keeping his focus and vision clear as he pulled up into a loop. Nimbus shook himself out of his daze only to find Corona bearing down on him once more. He slipped to the right, dodging once more, but Corona stayed behind him. The Aviator was gaining rapidly as they climbed towards the top of the Coliseum. Nimbus was running out of options quickly. What else did he have in his bag of tricks?

“Ponychev’s Cobra…” he mumbled to himself. The Cobra was a hypothetic al air combat maneuver that would supposedly be nearly uncounterable, putting a pursued Pegasus out of harm’s way and on the tail of his pursuer. It was supposed to be accomplished by snapping sharply upward while holding a hover and rapidly decreasing forward airspeed until the attacker overshot. Several ponies had attempted it, and all had suffered wing dislocations at the very least. Such forces were generally unfriendly to the average skeleton.

But that’s basically what I used to stop myself on the Dizzitron… Nimbus thought, jinking left as Corona made a sharp jab in his direction. It was worth a shot, he supposed. Taking a deep breath, he descended, faking a dive. Corona followed as expected.

“Here goes nothing,” Nimbus said through gritted teeth. He flared his wings completely, rotating his body and turning it into a huge airbrake. The pain was immense- it felt as if his skeleton was going to simply give way from the strain. The crowd went completely silent as Corona overshot, a faint streak of Nimbus’s blue marker paint on his shoulder. Nimbus checked his back hooves as he disengaged, panting. Corona’s gold paint was on his left back hoof as well. It was a draw.

“Fillies and Gentlecolts,” the announcer called out, “I can scarcely believe what I saw, but it looks like the representative from the Royal Equestrian Air College just successfully completed Ponychev’s Cobra maneuver, and in doing so has won the Cloudsdale Meet!”

Two Pegasi came down from the stands with a traditional victor’s wreath to place around Nimbus’s neck. He watched as Corona alighted on the ground, nodding at him in respect. Suddenly, Nimbus knew what he had to do.

“I’m not the winner,” he said as the Pegasi made ready to place the wreath. He showed the two ponies his back leg with the gold mark on it. The announcer trotted over to inspect for himself.

“You’re certainly marked,” he said, “and I value your integrity. If there was some way for me to-“

“Give the wreath to Corona Shine,” Nimbus said, “he’s been looking for a chance to win this thing for a while now.”

The announcer smiled, turning to the audience. “Can I have Lieutenant Corona Shine come forward, please?”

Perplexed, Corona turned around and trotted towards Nimbus and the announcer, taking his place at Nimbus’s side.

“This year’s Cloudsdale Meet, it seems, has ended in a draw. Both ponies displayed superior situational awareness and dogfighting prowess.” He handed the wreath over to Corona, “therefore, I present to you both winners of this year’s Cloudsdale Meet- Nimbus and Corona Shine!”

The roar of the crowd was a nearly devastating wave of sound, and Nimbus almost cringed. He felt that he would have actually flinched if the pride of his accomplishment wasn’t forcing him to stand straight upright, bathing in the glorious sound of victory.

“I really appreciate this, Nimbus,” Corona said, “well played out there. Thank you.”

Nimbus winked as the sound of the crowd slowly began to die down and they prepared to exit the Coliseum, “I learned from the best.”

As the two walked side-by-side out of the arena, Nimbus prepared to be embraced by the waiting crowd just outside. He was in no hurry to be smothered by a gaggle of ponies, but such things were probably unavoidable now.

A familiar grey colt pushed his way out of the crowd. It was Whirlwind, and he was dragging Nimbus’s parents behind him like a pony possessed. Nimbus raced forward and embraced his parents and brother, tears of joy trickling down his cheeks in tiny streams.

“I did it,” he whispered to his family, “I actually did it.”

“And nothing could make us prouder, Nimbus,” Comet Stream said, giving her son one last tight hug and following it up with a kiss on the cheek. Whirlwind stuck out his tongue and scrunched up his face.

“You’re gonna get cooties, Nimbus,” he said, “my friends said so.”

Nimbus playfully rubbed his little brother’s mane. “Your friends, eh? Well, you let your friends know that Aviators don’t get cooties. We’re completely immune!”

“Really?” Whirlwind’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates, “that’s cool!”

Updraft gave his son a quick punch to the shoulder. “That was a good match, Nimbus. Best flying I’ve ever seen, in fact. You should be very proud of this day.”

“Thanks,” Nimbus said, “I certainly will be.” Remembering something, he turned one last time to face Corona as they began to walk away.

“Good match, Corona!” he called back. The stallion smiled and waved as Nimbus turned away glancing up at the sky as he and his family left the Coliseum. The few clouds above were finally starting to clear away, leaving only small clumps here and there- a perfect broken sky. He’d never thought this day would come. He’d gone from a Wonderbolt Academy reject to a champion through simply believing he could, and now, looking back on his life, he didn’t regret a single moment of it. As his family climbed into a waiting carriage, he took one last glance back at the towering cloud formations of Cloudsdale, feeling emotion stir within him at the sight of the awe-inspiring floating city. Today, finally, he was becoming the pony he was meant to be, and as he looked at his family and the fields and mountains of Equestria below, he realized that there wasn’t a single other place in the world he’d rather be right now.

Author's Note

Sorry if this chapter seemed a bit helter-skelter. I'm trying to keep myself on a regular writing schedule, but as you can see, many things have interfered with this. I have one chapter left, but be ready, because my next story will be rolling out immediately afterward, along with a potential one-shot.

Epilogue: Opening Doors

Epilogue

“So that’s it? Just a straight line?”

Nimbus was carefully studying the program Storm Runner had passed him only five minutes ago. They were waiting behind the Canterlot Sports Stadium, which had been chosen as the alternate location for the graduation of the Royal Equestrian Air College’s latest students. REAC was undergoing massive construction, and most ponies believed that holding a graduation ceremony at an old, crumbling, and smoking building wouldn’t go over well.

Storm Runner eyeballed the program, walking over to Nimbus. “Yeah, you’ll fly a straight line over the field when your name is called. Then you’ll circle around and land in line with everypony else.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Nimbus said. “Fly over at the sound of my melodious name… I can do that.”

Storm Runner snorted. “Good grief, Nimbus. You don’t get bragging rights yet- you only helped save Canterlot.”

Nimbus chuckled a bit, but settled into silence as Storm Runner fixed him with a serious expression.

“Nimbus,” he said at last, “maybe it’s too soon, but… did you ever… did you find…?”

Nimbus felt a twang of pain in his heart. He knew what Storm Runner was going to ask. Nopony knew who he’d fought above the Canterlot Palace, and he’d hoped to keep it that way, but blatantly lying to his friend- was that really worth it?

“Sun Blaze, right?” he said at last.

“Yeah.”

Nimbus sighed, preparing to go through with what he was going to say. “I saw her,” he said at last. “She was killed, Storm. The pony I flew against killed her, but she died serving what she believed in.” Nimbus gulped, “you would’ve been proud.”

Storm Runner hung his head “I think I knew all along… somehow I knew. Nimbus-“ he paused, then hesitantly looked his friend in the eyes, “that’s it, right? Nothing else happened? I think I know you well enough that you’d tell me if there was something else about the circumstances surrounding that night, right?”

“Of course,” Nimbus said, the lies tasting like venom on his tongue, “she’d be proud to see you out here today.”

From across the field, Winter Breeze, the college Primicerius, passed a diploma to the last of the non-Aviator students, then motioned to Colonel Dusk Shine. It was time. Dusk Shine took the podium and addressed the crowd.

“This year, I had the privilege of teaching no less than the finest ponies this institution’s Aviator Training School has ever seen. At the beginning of the year, I challenged them to remain in this difficult program, despite whatever difficulties they might face. Only six left the program. The camaraderie I’ve seen these ponies display is nothing short of admirable. They’ve accomplished tasks and exceeded standards that they never would have thought possible only a year ago. From field training to this day, these ponies are more than worthy of the title of ‘Aviator.’ But enough rambling. It’s time for me to introduce the stars of this event. First, from the city of Cloudsdale, Cadet Storm Runner.”

“Knock ‘em dead… figuratively,” Nimbus said, patting his friend on the back. Storm Runner winked and leaped into the air, soaring over the crowd and dipping a wing to his family in the audience before circling around and landing in front of Dusk Shine. The Unicorn stood in front of him as Storm snapped to attention, and pinned his set of Second Lieutenant ranks onto his uniform’s collar. The audience applauded so loudly, Nimbus almost missed the next pony that was called up. He decided to relax a bit; he’d been told that his name would be called last earlier, and saw no point in standing if he was going to be at attention for a while in front of everypony. He took a seat on a sports bench behind him and watched as his classmates stepped through the door to their future as Aviators.

“Well, well, well.”

Nimbus turned around. Spitfire was standing behind him, grinning down at him. She’d pocketed her sunglasses, and for the first time, Nimbus felt she no longer looked intimidating.

“I’d be lying if I’d say I was impressed with your progress,” Spitfire said. Nimbus blinked confused.

“I’m not impressed,” Spitfire continued, “I’m awestruck. I wanted to see you become an Aviator. You did that, sure, but you saved Canterlot, helped save both of our rulers, and to top it off, won the Cloudsdale meet.”

“Technically it was a tie,” Nimbus said, trying to be modest.

“It was a tie for first,” Spitfire said. “I knew this day would come, one way or another. I had two speeches planned- one in case you failed to make it, and one if you did make it. The thing is- you’ve done so much else besides reaching your goals that I don’t even know where to start. You’ve earned my respect, Nimbus. Not many ponies can say the same. Hay, not even all the Wonderbolts have my full respect. You told me once that you’d learn from your mistakes, and you’ve not only done that- you’ve exceeded the standards you set for yourself.” Spitfire smiled down at the ground, then went straight-faced and stared Nimbus down.

“Cadet Nimbus, tench-hut!”

Nimbus was almost caught off guard by the command, but snapped to attention regardless. Spitfire drew closer, reaching into the pocket of her own blues uniform. Nimbus didn’t dare shift his eyes, but he saw a glint of gold, and knew exactly what was about to happen. There was a slight pressure on his chest, followed by the faint slide of metal on fabric and a quiet “click.” Nimbus felt a tear roll down his face. He couldn’t help it.

“At ease, cadet.”

Nimbus looked down at his chest. Below his uniform pocket was his Wonderbolt pin, polished and shining brighter than it had been on the day he’d received it. He looked up at Spitfire, his mouth splitting into an enormous smile as he tried to stutter the words out.

“I- it’s- this is- it’s really- thank you so much, ma’am!”

“It was my pleasure,” Spitfire said, “I’m truly glad to have met you, Nimbus.” She straightened up her uniform and turned on her hooves, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a graduation of my own to attend later. Stay in contact; you can come fly with us any time you need a break from the rigors of the Air Force.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nimbus said, “thank you!”

Spitfire trotted away, out of the stadium. Nimbus watched her go, practically bubbling over with pride. He looked down once more, to ensure he wasn’t dreaming. The pin was still there.

“From Hollow Shades, Cadet Nimbus.”

Nimbus jumped up from the bench, flaring his wings. He’d almost neglected to realize that he was the only one who hadn’t been called. He launched himself into the air, rolling and righting himself just over the center of the field. When he passed over the line of newly-minted Aviators, he rolled inverted and pulled back, leveling off just above the soft turf where he touched down. The crowd’s applause was deafening.

“Showing off a bit, are we?” Dusk Shine whispered as he approached Nimbus, pinning his ranks on. “I can’t blame you.” He looked down at the Wonderbolt pin on Nimbus’s uniform. “And it seems Spitfire had the chance to see you before leaving for her cadets’ graduation. Good. You made my first year of teaching a good one, Nimbus. Well, except for the school being destroyed, of course. I was glad to have you as my student.” He extended his hoof towards Nimbus. The orange Pegasus accepted it, shaking it vigorously.

“Thank you for teaching, sir,” he said, “I look forward to serving with you.”

Dusk Shine rolled his eyes jokingly, “sappy to the end. Take care out there, Nimbus. It’s a rewarding career you’re headed towards, but keep up the good work once you get there. It pays off.”

Dusk Shine turned back towards the audience. “All of these cadets were shining examples of future military leadership over the course of last year. I’d also like to finally take the time to call up a few ponies to join these new Aviators, starting with Starlight.”

He read off names quickly, and several other ponies joined the Aviators in a line. Nimbus was confused until Dusk Shine finished his list and spoke again.

“These ponies went above and beyond the call of duty. When the college was attacked on the eve of the Summer Sun Celebration, all of these ponies assisted in taking the school back from the grasp of those who wished to do us harm. If these ponies would please remain standing, I’ll turn this back to the Primicerius for a few words.”

Dusk Shine stepped away as Snow Breeze took his place, first looking down the line of ponies with pride, then turning to the audience.

“This year, I could see something was different about the students coming to our outstanding institution. There was a fire in their eyes- a drive to not only learn about their respective professions, but to be the best citizens of this nation they could be, whether they intended to become civilians or military. Many of my colleagues have asked me what I think is in store for Equestria, once it is in the hooves of the next generation. Looking at this fine group of mares and stallions, I can assure you that Equestria has never had a brighter future. Be proud of your graduates- they have distinguished themselves, and this is their time to shine. To this year’s graduating class, I congratulate all of you on a job well done. Carry your skill and determination with you to your careers, and nothing will stand in the path of your success. Oculos ad caelum- eyes to the sky. That is our motto. Though you may face challenges, and you may wonder if the road you took was really worth it, remember that phrase. Remember where you’re headed. Good luck to all of you.”

Snow Breeze stepped away- the signal that graduation was complete. Hats flew into the air- some mortarboards and others military flight caps. Nimbus yelled until his voice was completely hoarse, watching the hats fly into the air.

“We did it, Storm!” he said as he bumped into Storm Runner.

“That’s right,” Storm Runner cheered, “we did!”

Life had never been easy for him, this much Nimbus had come to realize. He’d learned lessons the hard way, but those lessons had been valuable. Because of them, he was here today, happier than he’d ever been. He had friends, and now he had a commission. As he drowned in a sea of laughter and excited shouts, Nimbus smiled and gazed up at the clear, blue sky. He’d done just fine after all. It was time to open a new door, a new chapter in his life.

He was more ready for it than he’d ever been.

Author's Note

Well, it's been a long but fun ride. I'm working on the next story as I type this, so it won't be long before the next story in Nimbus's saga appears. Until then, keep being awesome! I look forward to writing more for you guys!

-Fyn16

Awakening: Part I

Awakening, Part I

“You ready?”

“Of course I am.”

“Well I don’t wanna have to slow down just so you can keep up.”

Storm Runner shook his head and flexed his wings. “Come on, Sun Blaze. I’ve been waiting all day to stretch my wings. I think I’ll be able to keep up.”

Without another word, Sun Blaze shot up into the sky. Storm Runner followed close behind her. This flight had been her idea; a chance to enjoy the sunshine after class and take their minds off Nimbus for a few moments. Storm Runner had to admit- it’d been odd with Nimbus gone. When his alarm clock went off that morning, he’d completely missed it. Normally, it was Nimbus who’d wake him up. Today, he’d almost missed class. Sun Blaze met up with him after their first class and stuck around for the day, but Storm Runner could see that even she seemed off; he often caught her staring off into space thoughtfully. Nimbus’s presence, it seemed, had been a big part of their lives, and now he was off in Canterlot, doing Celestia-knew-what.

But none of that matters now, Storm Runner thought, performing a lazy roll over a stray cloud, because I’m up here on a warm, late Spring afternoon with my marefriend and nothing could be better.

“Hey!” Sun Blaze said, nudging Storm Runner with her hoof and snapping him out of his daze, “see that cloud over there?” The mare pointed towards a lone cloud hovering over a mountain peak, “last one there’s dragon bait!”

Storm Runner surged ahead with a grin, pumping his wings as hard as he could. Sun Blaze, though, was hot on his trail. She’d clearly learned a thing or two over the past school year. Normally, Storm Runner was regarded as the fastest Pegasus on campus, but now Sun Blaze was actually pulling away from him.

“Oh no you don’t!” Storm Runner said, digging his wings into the air and increasing his thrust. He was retaking his position now, slowly gaining again…

“Bird!” Storm Runner ducked and rolled out of the way as an eagle swooped into his flight path. In that single moment, he lost any chance of gaining on his marefriend, and Sun Blaze dove into the cloud, looping out of it and falling into a leisurely cruise alongside Storm Runner. She was panting hard, but grinning like a lunatic.

“Never done that before!” she exclaimed.

“There was a… bird,” Storm Runner mumbled.

“Then I suppose fate was on my side today,” Sun Blaze said. Storm nodded, taking in the scenery as they flew on. He could just make out the royal palace in the distance through the mountain haze.

“What do you think Nimbus is up to?” he asked finally.

Sun Blaze shrugged, “probably getting ready for that big dinner of his.”

The two flew along in silence for a while. The afternoon was at that perfect balance between noon and sunset, where everything seems to move slowly and worries seem to cease to exist. Storm Runner was about to point out a cloud that he felt looked like a dragon when Sun Blaze turned to him.

“Storm Runner, have you ever had to do something you knew would be misunderstood, but which was for the greater good?”

Storm Runner raised an eyebrow, “I… don’t quite follow.”

Sun Blaze shook her head. “Never mind, just thinking about my life, I suppose.”

“Well hey,” Storm Runner cut in, changing the subject, “tomorrow’s a holiday, so… you wanna have dinner in Canterlot?”

Sun Blaze playfully punched Storm Runner. “You know how that went last time, you big oaf.”

“Oh no no no,” Storm Runner said, “not that fancy place. I was thinking Donut Joe’s.”

Sun Blaze flared her wings for a smooth descent to the campus, while Storm Runner followed. “Donuts? Sounds good to me.”

“Great!” Storm Runner beamed, “then let’s-“ the blue Pegasus froze. The guards posted at the front doors to the campus were new, but the previous guards’ shifts weren’t supposed to end for another two hours. He nudged Sun Blaze.

“Hey Sun,” he whispered, nodding towards the guards, “doesn’t it strike you as odd that those two guards replaced their comrades two hours early? I thought this whole guard thing ran like clockwork.”

“Normally, yes,” Sun Blaze said, “but I’m not particularly concerned. We’ve got a big holiday coming up. It’s probably just heightened security.”

“Right,” Storm Runner nodded, “well, I’m going to head back to my room for a shower. How about I meet you in the cafeteria in, say, forty-five minutes?”

Sun Blaze winked, “sounds like a plan.”

Storm Runner turned his back on the guards, trotting away to his room. As he did so, he couldn’t help but feel worried. Holiday or not, Royal Guards never drastically altered their schedules. They had a reputation for being meticulous to a fault. Why these two had suddenly been replaced was still a mystery to him, and he knew he wouldn’t rest easily until his questions were answered.

The Pegasus pulled open the door of his room and sank down onto his bed, not quite ready for a shower yet. Sun Blaze had occupied his mind. The mare had turned out to be quite different from what he’d expected. Only a few months ago, he’d wanted nothing to do with her, and now they were better than friends.

“You wishy-washy colt,” he muttered to himself, “dating your former rival…” he smiled. “First impressions might be important, but that doesn’t mean they’re right.”

Suddenly, several loud taps coming from the window shook Storm Runner to his feet. Outside was a brilliant red bird, eagerly tapping the glass. Storm Runner rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Convinced he wasn’t, he opened the window slowly.

“You’re a Phoenix,” he said in awe. As if in reply, the bird cocked its head and dropped a scroll it was clutching into Storm Runner’s hooves. Then, without warning, it took off again, heading for Canterlot. Eagerly, Storm Runner opened the scroll and sat down to read.

Dear Storm Runner,

Finally, one hour of peace! I spent the entire morning galloping all over Canterlot. They actually forced me to sit through a spa treatment, so I’ll be gussied up for tonight’s banquet. Yuck. I found out over lunch that all Cloudsdale Meet competitors have access to Phoenix-delivery mail services, so I figured I’d check in with you. So far, Polaris and I are doing fine. We met an old student of his- Corona Flash- and he seems nice enough. He’s told me quite a bit about the Meet and what to expect, so as you can imagine, I’m pretty grateful. By the way- tomorrow appears to be shaping up to be a nice day. You should take Sun Blaze somewhere nice, though if I know you, you’ve probably already thought of that by now. I’d write more, but Polaris is knocking on my door. Looks like I’ve got to go. Enjoy your holiday!

Your Friend,

Nimbus

Storm Runner smiled as he closed up the scroll and set it down on his bed. Nimbus was clearly just as eager to communicate as he was. It was nice to know that despite everything he was going through now, he’d still taken the time to write. Glancing at the scroll, Storm Runner scooped it up and stuffed it in his saddlebag. Sun Blaze would probably want to see it. After he set his saddlebag by the door, Storm Runner grabbed a towel and his shower gear.

As Storm Runner reached up to close his room’s blinds and prepare for his shower, he stopped. Outside, several ponies were gathering around the campus, silently staring at the building. Chills crawled down Storm’s spine as he remembered the new guards he’d spotted minutes ago. One freak occurrence he could take, but two within moments of each other?

“Sun Blaze,” he whispered, “oh no.”

Throwing his towel and saddlebag aside, Storm Runner threw open his door and raced out into the hall, galloping as quickly as possible. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had a bad feeling he already knew what was going on.

“It’s not The Awakening,” Storm Runner panted, racing outside and heading for the bridge to the campus, “it can’t be, it’s just-“

Storm’s world turned into a blinding flash of white heat and fragments of rubble as a thundering roar shook his very bones, knocking him onto his back. He slid back across the grass, hitting his head on the stone wall of his dormitory. All he could hear was a sharp ringing in his ears as his vision slowly refocused.

“No,” he whispered when his eyes finally adjusted and he could see what had actually happened. The once-proud main hall had been gutted by the explosion, and was now a smoldering ruin. Thick black smoke poured out through the hole the blast had made, and fire alarms were blaring. Storm Runner’s initial instinct was to run to the main hall to help, but he stopped as a shadow fell over him.
Ducking down, Storm Runner observed a dark purple Pegasus pass over him, carrying a Unicorn wearing a black robe. As he watched, the Pegasus landed on the roof and the Unicorn he was carrying took up a position. The Pegasus then took off again, circling over the main hall as other Pegasi came in. Storm Runner racked his brain for his next move. The Pegasi were flying patterns, meaning that this wasn’t just some random act of terrorism. Whatever was going on here had been thoroughly planned. Anypony in the main hall would have followed standard safety protocol and headed to the underground tunnels once the explosion occurred. If he was to have any hope of finding Sun Blaze, it would be there. Unfortunately, the only way to access the tunnels was via the main hall itself, meaning Storm Runner would have to expose himself to the circling Pegasi to get there. Falling under the Pegasi’s gaze would be unavoidable, but there had to be a way to go as far as possible undetected…

Storm Runner gazed down into the mountain range below. A faint mist layer hung between the peaks. Instantly, he developed a plan of action; he’d use the mist for cover, and climb quickly up to the parade field, behind the main hall. Once there, he would make a dash for the door, hopefully before the Pegasi could catch up with him.

The more I think about this, the less appealing it sounds, Storm Runner thought, so I guess I’d better get going before I second-guess myself.

Without further delay, Storm Runner dropped off the edge of the peak, diving past the bridge into the mist below. Once inside he righted himself, looking up at the sky to keep his bearings. Once he was close enough to the peak that held the main hall, he climbed again, practically clawing for altitude. His wing muscles burned as he fought for a constantly increasing climb rate; above, one Pegasus had already noticed him, and had broken off from his pattern, using gravity to help him accelerate towards Storm Runner. The blue Pegasus gritted his teeth and kept climbing, rolling level as soon as he cleared the edge of the peak. Over the parade field, he kept pushing himself, forcing his wings to move faster and increasing his speed dramatically, and yet his pursuer still gained. What came next caught Storm Runner completely off guard. As his speed increased, he noticed vapor forming in a cone around his body. He’d learned about this phenomenon in Aviator Training School- it was a shock cone, and it only formed if…

“I’m going supersonic!” Storm Runner whooped. Despite the near-inevitable probability of death and everything going wrong around him, he was overcome by a feeling of invincibility. He passed through the sound barrier, forcing a loud “crack” to echo across the campus. He didn’t care who heard him now- unless they were capable of performing the legendary Rainboom, they would have a tough time catching him.

Up ahead, the door to the campus was coming steadily closer. He’d only been supersonic for half a second when Storm Runner flared his wings and dug his hooves into the ground, stopping quickly. There was no time to lose; his pursuer had leveled out and was headed straight for him, and others were diving down from above as well. Storm Runner yanked the door open, bolted inside, and shut it, blocking it with a nearby chair. Outside, the Pegasus who had followed him peered in, his breath fogging the glass.

“Fleeing will be treated as an act of hostility. Surrender.”

“Like hay I will!” Storm Runner growled, bucking the chair further into place and taking off towards the nearest entrance to the tunnels. The school’s tunnel system had been in place since its time as a fortress, and they literally extended for miles into the mountain. Some said half-jokingly that the mountain was practically hollow. In the event of any sort of disaster, students were ordered to head into the tunnels and seal off exits once they were inside. Modern technology allowed radio communication between outside the tunnel doors and the occupants inside, and that was what Storm Runner relied on now. He raced into the cafeteria kitchen, bolting past the main hall, now fully exposed to the setting sun. Flames licked at the marble floor around his hooves, but Storm Runner did not dare change course. The Pegasi would be after him, he knew. The door to the tunnels was not more than fifty feet away, but as Storm Runner headed determinedly towards it, he stopped and dropped to the floor. There was a Pegasus standing near the door, gazing intently out over the kitchen. Distracting him wasn’t an option; Storm would need at least a minute to speak to the ponies in the tunnels. He didn’t want to think about his only option.

Regretting what he was about to do, Storm Runner gingerly grabbed the handle of a frying pan with his teeth and crept towards the Pegasus at the door. He’d have maybe five seconds to make this work.

“Hey ugly!” the hostile Pegasus turned around just in time to see a frying pan looming in front of his face. The kitchen implement collided squarely with the pony’s face, knocking him out cold. The shock traveled up the handle and into Storm Runner’s teeth, forcing him to drop the pan with a loud clang and rub his jaw. The others were surely on their way now. He ran to the door and pounded on it, yelling “it’s Storm Runner! I’m stuck out here!”

“Storm Runner?” a voice came through, crackling over the radio near the door, “one moment.”

A small plate on the door slid open and two eyes peered out. Then the plate shut with a speed that actually made Storm Runner jump. He could hear numerous latches being undone, until finally the door creaked open.

“Get in here now!”

Storm Runner didn’t argue. He jumped in as the door closed behind him, and found himself face-to-face with the librarian, Crescent Star. The Unicorn was holding up an electric lantern and looked scared- yet a fire also burned in her eyes. It was then that Storm Runner realized the library had been located just above the main hall. There was nothing left of it now.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Storm Runner panted, “things got pretty hairy out there.”

“You’re telling me,” Crescent Star said, “when they blew up the main hall I raced down here and got as many ponies as I could. I think there are around two hundred of us here. Others are either out there, waiting to be captured, or…” she let the thought hang. Storm Runner understood.

“When I was out there, they were organizing something,” he said. Crescent raised an eyebrow.

“Organizing something? What, exactly?”

“I don’t know,” Storm Runner admitted,” but they’re landing a few Unicorns on the roof, and I have a bad feeling this has something to do with the Nightmare Moon prophecy.”

“So you think it’s true?” Crescent asked.

“Doesn’t matter if it is or isn’t,” Storm responded, “they think it’s true, and we’re prisoners here until they accomplish whatever it is they’ve set out to do.”

Crescent kicked at the ground in frustration. Storm Runner could see that she clearly didn’t enjoy being cooped up in the old caves, and decided to risk proposing his next idea based on his observations.

“There’s a radio room upstairs, right?” he asked.

“Yes,” Crescent said, “why do you ask?”

“Because if we do this right, we can throw a wrench in the Awakening’s agenda and get a little payback if you’re up for it.”

Wincing, Crescent considered Storm Runner’s words. School policy dictated that the ponies stay in the tunnels until the threat passed. However, if the Nightmare Moon threat was serious, staying here would mean putting perhaps all of Equestria in jeopardy. Thinking about her library, now in ruins, and the smoldering building above, Crescent Star made her choice.

“I’m with you,” she said, “but we’ll need volunteers. I’ll see who I can round up.”

“Right,” Storm Runner said. As Crescent turned, Storm remembered something he’d meant to ask. “Er, Crescent? Can you check for a certain pony while you’re away?”

“Certainly,” Crescent said, “who is it?”

“Sun Blaze,” Storm Runner answered, “I lost her after the blast.”

“The silver Pegasus mare?” Crescent said, “yes, I know her. I’ll let you know if I see her.”

Sighing in relief, Storm Runner realized he could finally feel the effects of his race for safety. His legs and wings were burning, and his lungs felt like they would explode. Finally giving in, he fell against the wall and sank to the ground, resting his cheek against the cool mountain stone. His eyelids fluttered closed as fatigue set in. Just a moment’s rest- that was all he would need…

…

“Storm Runner, wake your lazy flank up!”

Storm Runner shook himself out of his rest and found himself staring his Aviator Training School Commander, Dusk Shine, straight in the eyes. Needless to say, it wasn’t exactly the wakeup he’d hoped for. Ignoring his protesting muscles completely, he stood up and snapped to attention. Dusk Shine chuckled.

“Relax, cadet,” He turned to Crescent Star, “Ms. Crescent Star told me you’re looking to disrupt whatever’s going on topside, is this true?”

“Yes sir,” Storm Runner answered, unlocking himself from the position of attention, but remaining mostly rigid.

“On the record, I’m inclined to say no, but off the record…” Dusk Shine paused, “off the record, Equestria’s stability is on the line. Let’s do this.”

Behind Dusk Shine was a group of ponies; some were students, some cadets, but all shared one thing in common- the determination to retake their school and stop the Awakening. Storm Runner scanned them with his eyes, searching for the familiar fiery mane of Sun Blaze, but he saw nothing. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe-

Crescent Star approached, hanging her head, and Storm Runner felt a sinking feeling. He already knew what she was about to say.

“I couldn’t find her,” she confessed, “Sun Blaze wasn’t down there, and… that means-“

“She’s dead or unable to be contacted,” Storm Runner finished, silently but with a sharp tone. The news, he found, did not surprise him, but it made the facts no less difficult to bear. His sorrow gave way to fiery rage; the ponies on the surface had not only attacked a school- they’d kidnapped one of his best friends as well. If the issue hadn’t been personal before, it certainly was now. He shook his head slowly, bringing his eyes up to meet Dusk Shine’s.

“Sir,” he said finally, “let’s go get some payback.”

Author's Note

I feel like I need to apologize for forcing this chapter on you guys. It was done over the span of a month, and I honestly do not feel like it was my best effort, or even second best for that matter. I urge you all not to lose faith- I've picked up my writing style again and I can guarantee that the next chapter will be exponentially better.