Cloudsdale, the Untold Story

West Cloudsdale, 5:30 A.M., Saturday July 21st 2001, 10 years ago

“Alright, time to find a flight school. Maybe someone around town knows where I could find one.” He flew around above Cloudsdale looking to see if any pony was even awake. There was an old gray pony walking down the street. “Perfect, maybe the old pony can help.” He started flying down towards the pony. “Hey old guy, I gotta ask you a question.” he stopped and landed next to the gray pony.

“What can I do for you little filly?” The old pony asked him

“Where can I find a flight school around this part of Cloudsdale?”

“Well sorry little filly, but I don’t know where the flight school. But If you see any pony else, ask them, “Where is Cloudsdale junior speedster flight school?” and they’ll probably tell you where it is.”

“Okay, thank you.” He flapped his wings and flew away. “Now, where could I find another pony around here?” He looked around for a while but couldn’t find any pony outside yet, “Wow there really is no pony to be found. I wonder what time it is. It seems like it’s really early. *sigh* Might as well keep looking. Looking around for a bit longer he looked down and saw a little blue filly with a rainbow mane staring at him. He turned and flew down next to her, “Where is Cloudsdale junior speedster flight school?”

“Oh, it’s somewhere that way. There should be a big sign that says ‘Cloudsdale Junior Speedster Flight School’ on it.” the little pony said nervously.

“Thanks.” He picked himself up, and flew off. He looked back to see the blue pony was still watching him. “I wonder what she’s thinking.” he looked down beside him to see a little yellow filly running and crying. “Hey maybe I can help her. This is the perfect opportunity for me to re-invent myself.” He flew down next to her, “Hey, slow down. I just wanna talk.” She slowed down to a complete stop, “What’s wrong, why are you crying?”

“I-It's nothing, we just crashed into each other, it was all my fault, I’m wasting your time aren’t I, I should just get going.” She ran away scared through the front door of a house close by.

“Wait!” he called out to. But she was long gone. “Ran into who, that blue pony? Whatever, Better get to flight school.” He got back into the air again and started heading towards the flight school, “I wonder what was wrong with those other ponies? It seemed like they were afraid of me. No no, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions like that. Maybe they’re just timid ponies.” He kept flying through the sky until the gigantic flight school was in his sight. “Finally, flight school is in my sight.” He flew down in front of the school only to figure out that it was locked. He hit his head on the front door, “Fuck, well it looks like I’ll be here for a while.” He sat down next to the building, “*sigh* it’s gonna be a lot harder to change myself then I thought. I’ll never forget what I did last night. Innocent lives lost because I can’t control myself. Mom and dad were wrong, I don’t want to learn to make my fire stronger, I wanna learn how to control that fire. I guess I should just try to stop thinking about it and try to get some sleep. I was up all night flying.” He lied down on the ground, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Cloudsdale Junior Speedster Flight School, 7:30 A.M., Saturday July 21st 2001, 10 years ago

“Wa--up, --ome one, wake u--”

Midnight opened his eyes to see an older, brown pony standing next to him, “Who are you?” Midnight asked tiredly

“The name’s Red Niedzwiecki, I’m a teacher here at the flight school, but since no pony can remember my last name they all just call me Mr. N. I’m guessin’ yer here to sign up fer flight school.”

“Yeah, I am. How did you know that?”

“Oh come on, can yah really think of a better reason for a pony to be sitting in front of a school at such an early time when the school year hadn’t even started yet? Do yah got the money to get it fer this upcomin’ year? I can take it and have yah paid in fer the next year”

“How much is it? I can pay whatever entree fee you have.”

“It’ll be 200 bits. If yah got that then I can take yah inside fer some paperwork.”

“I’ve got more than 200 bits.”

“Perfect, lets go in and get yer paperwork filled out erm... What’s yer name?”

“My name’s Midnight Flare, but every pony just calls me Midnight.”