The sun shines bright (REWRITTEN)

A week had passed.

Everything was going fine, at least, fine by Ponyville's standards. Sure, a few manticore attacks here and there, some Ursa Minors, nothing special though. Or so they thought. Spitfire lay in her bed, stroking the filly on her knee. Suddenly, the newspaper was slotted through the letterbox. "Scootaloo, sweetie? Can I get up a second?" she questioned. A tired groan told her

it was ok. She gently picked up the filly, and put her in the warmest spot of the bed. When she picked up the newspaper, she was shocked. "Scootaloo.... Rainbow is back."

Those words shocked Scootaloo. She was anxious all morning, until Spitfire took her to go and see Rainbow.

Rainbow looked different. Her mane was dusty and gray, her eyes colourless. She hung her head as if she was depressed, bored and annoyed - but she didn't hesitate turning her head from Scootaloo.

"R...Rainbow?" Scootaloo stuttered. She walked closer to the mare, until she saw that her eyes were completely white. "What happened?" She yelled.

Rainbow seemed to notice her voice. "I...I think the light blinded me.... I can't see you.... are you there? I'll be able to see in a couple of months or so..."

Scootaloo stroked Rainbow's mane. "I'm here."

Suddenly, she heard cheerful voices. "Hello Scootaloo!" Twilight said. "How are you doing?"

Scootaloo was silent for a moment. "Rainbow.... she..... can't see."

Twilight looked at Rainbow. Her eyes looked meaningless, and the dirt on her coat simplified the meaning of feeling alone. She looked like she would snap if someone did so little as to stroke her, and,

as she lay down, she was clearly brittle and tired. She whispered something. Even though Twilight couldn't hear it, it sounded like some sort of pleading for help.

Twilight stared teary-eyed at her friend. "Why are you so sad?"

Rainbow stared silently at the wall.

She sighed.

"I was replaced by a wonderbolt."