The sun shines bright (REWRITTEN)

Spitfire walked peacefuly and silently through the everfree forest, not even daring to look at where the noises of creatures were coming from. She had asked Zecora, the local zebra, how to avoid

the creatures. The solution was to ignore them. If you do that, they think you're bigger or more dangerous than them - she'd hate to see anything more dangerous than them. Suddenly, as she was walking past a bush, a noise came - the sound of sobbing. Looking behind a bush, she stealthily hid from the sobbing, small pegasus curled up cutely in a ball.

"What....did....she.....do?" The filly wailed between sniffs. "She would.... never..... murder..... ANYPONY!" Spitfire couldn't bare it. Leaping out of the bushes, she ran to aid the crying filly. "Are you ok, little one?" The filly looked up.

"You don't believe it, do you?"

She was confused. "Believe what?" Maybe this filly had a rumour spread around about her, or she was being told that she couldn't ever have her dreams come true...

"That Rainbow Dash murdered somepony." Oh... that made much more sense.

"Of course not, sweetie. I've met her."

"You sound like her. Rough. Tough. Awesome."

'That does sound like a murder candidate,' Spitfire thought. 'But I'll let that slide. The poor filly's been through enough, obviously.'

"Will you look after me... while she's....gone?"

"She looks after you?" Spitfire was confused. Rainbow dash was a teenager; word around cloudsdale is that she lived with her parents until she was fourteen, then she moved to Ponyville. But, then again, Spitfire did the same, swap the towns...

"Of course.... she's..... like a sister to me."

Those words rang in spitfire's head. It sounds cheesy, but, her heart exploded. That voice... that cry. So familiar.

She sounded like...

like...

"Scootaloo."

"Huh? How do you know my name?"

"One of my friends, she had a baby. She put it up for adoption, then she died. I promised with all my heart I'd find that filly and tell her about her mother, but she was long gone."

"My mama died."

"She....did?"

"My foster mama. My real mama died when I was a baby."

So, it was settled.

Spitfire knew.

This girl was her neice.