My name is Silver Script. I’m a grey pegasus with green hair and matching eyes. I was born in Cloudsdale, though you’d probably never guess it. I may have grown up there, but I just don’t have the same attitude as they all do. A lot of flight jockeys and die hard Wonderbolts fans. While they were all out following the crowd, I stayed inside, tending to my own interests.

When I was a young colt in school, I’d get caught not doing my assignments, but what I was doing caught Mrs. Featherpen’s attention. I was writing out ideas for a novel, though I didn’t know at the time. When she asked to see it, I was hesitant at first. I was picked on a lot for not liking what everyone else did, like the Wonderbolts, or the girl in the back corner of the room. Not to give the wrong idea, she wasn’t bad looking, but her personality was rather shallow. When I finally got the nerve to show the teacher, she praised my writing abilities and encouraged me to write a play about eating healthy. It was small, a play about how grains, fruits and veggies are good for you all the time, and sweets are sometimes food. The fillies and colts seemed to enjoy it, as well as their parents. As it ended, the players all took their bows to the cheering audience, and the teacher led me out to the stage, where I took my own bow. I heard a collective gasp and even louder cheering. As I looked up to see what happened, I saw a page of parchment under a red quill on my flank. With a happy squeal, I jumped almost a foot in the air, which caught a giggle from the crowd.

The next day of school had me showing about half the building my mark, and some ponies asked about my quill I wrote with. Convenient on how the quill I wrote with was exactly like the one on my mark. The day after that, I got confronted by the girl from the corner, Rainbow Dash. That confrontation I’d never forget.

She walked up to me with a smirk, and kind of slanted eyes, “So your talent is writing books huh?” she said, in a mocking tone, “Figured an egghead like you would get an egghead talent!” The ponies around us burst out laughing as my ears went back.

“W- well, I like my talent...” I said, my hoof digging at the cloud floor.

“Yeah, you probably do, EGGHEAD!” she laughed as she turned and walked away, along with everypony else.

It was the most embarrassing day of my life, being insulted by the filly who didn’t even have her mark yet. So I just sat at my desk, doing what I did best. The rest of my school year was a lonely one. Not a lot of ponies liked reading, so most of my short stories or plays went pretty well unnoticed. All I thought about was what Rainbow said, and what was worse, I was starting to believe she was right.

In that year of school, I must have written a couple very short stories and dozens of haikus, my favorite form of poetry. All within that time, I was also developing characters, their personalities, even their talents. It was all leading toward my best work, a fantasy novel about ponies of all races on a slippery treaty, all with their own leaders and no all powerful hierarchy to keep harmony between everypony. When I wasn’t writing, I was at home playing with my brother, Crimson Sky. He was the one that taught me to fly, but I could never be on his level of air acrobatics.

Crimson was tall and broad, his coat was red, his mane and eyes slightly darker red. Though he liked the Wonderbolts, he never seemed interested in joining them. For that, I thought he was so cool; having a pure love of flying instead of doing his tricks to line his pockets.

One day, Crimson picked me up from school, saying he was in the neighborhood around that time. He was a bad liar. I told him the other night about Rainbow Dash, what she said. I knew exactly why he was here. Rainbow Dash came trotting out of the building, snorting with a smirk when she saw me, “Hey egghead!” she called over. I saw Crimson’s expression fall as he walked over to her.

“So you’ve been picking on my little bro, huh?” he looked her up and down, “Not sure I’m impressed. You don’t look that fast.”

Rainbow snorted, “Oh yeah? I’m the fastest filly in the school, probably in Cloudsdale! How about a race to prove it?” she challenged, “I win, the egghead over there gets picked on every day and you have to live with that, you win, I’ll back off.”

Crimson smirked, “Deal.” He walked back to me, placing a wing on my back, “Come on, Silver, lets show this girl you don’t mess with our family.” I could only nod in response.

We all flew to the flight course outside the school, we even got a teacher to judge. She looked between Rainbow Dash and Crimson, nodded, and sent them to the start line. Crimson took a more relaxed stance, while Dash’s was more tight and sleek. She squinted and stuck out her tongue, biting it in anticipation. The teacher raised a flag with her head, then whipped it down, and the two were off. Dash was fast, but Crimson was faster. He thought he’d take a break on her, and did some acrobatics to spice up the race for him. Rainbow looked over to him, then flapped her wings harder, increasing speed.

Crimson raised in the sky, spread his wings, then bolted to the finish line, passing Rainbow a nose from the line. She tumbled a little on her landing, while Crimson landed more gracefully. She looked up and him, then down at the cloud they were on, “I... lost?”

“And do you know why?” Crimson looked down at her, she looked back, “Because you didn’t have something worth winning for other then yourself.” Crimson turned back to me and smiled, then turned his head at Dash, “You did good though, Rainbow. You have the heart for flying, and I have little doubt you’ll be better than anypony in the future.”

I trotted to Crimson’s side, a smile spread on my face. Then I looked back at Rainbow Dash, and my smile fell. I walked over to her and offered her a hoof up.

She cocked a brow, and looked away, “Ya don’t need to rub it in my face, Silver. A deal’s a deal. I’ll back off.”

“I don’t care about the deal,” I sighed at her, “I just want to lend a hoof.” She looked at me, then my hoof, then wrapped hers around it to steady herself up.

“You know, I gotta say, you’re a dork Silver.” she laughed, for some reason I did too. “See you later.” she smiled, then dashed off toward town. I looked back at Crimson, who was snickering to himself.

“What’s so funny?” I raised a brow.

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. Hey, lets get home before Mom worries.” He nods back to town.

Author's Note

My first crack at writing fanfics. My general talent is writing, and I was hoping this would be a good way to hone that talent.