Dash Family Legacy

Blitz awoke early, as usual. He paced into his now seven-year-old son's bedroom. He looked at the little colt, curled up in a ball on the bedroom floor, holding a pencil in his hoof. Blitz analyzed the scene: A large drawing board laid out, with a piece of paper lying on it, a beautifully made sketch spanning the entire page. He looked closer at the young colt's work. It was a sketch of their family, even including his pet falcon resting on Stormy's shoulder. It was amazing. He knew Stormy was a great artist, but he had no idea he was this good.

He looked back down at the young colt and saw he was beginning to stir. He'll be waking up soon, he thought. He decided to leave the room and go into the kitchen to start some coffee and begin making pancakes, as usual, for their Sunday morning breakfast.

Right after the kettle began to boil, Stormy walked into the kitchen, his eyes clearly being opened for a while now. He looked a bit sweaty, so Blitz concluded that the "young stallion" had just finished his routine exercises. " Mornin'!" Stormy said cheerfully.

" Do you realize what time it is?" he asked his son with a cocked eyebrow. " You're never up this early on a Sunday!"

His son smirked at him. " You bet I do, Dad. And yes, actually, I am, I just don't come out this early on a Sunday."

Stormy took initiative and began pouring hot water into the press-pot while his father prepared the pancake batter. Why it was that he decided to come out early today, he didn't know for sure. It just felt right. " So, dad, you up for a little bit o' flying around the neighborhood, or are you busy?" he asked.

" Sorry, kiddo, but if your mom wakes up and doesn't get her pancakes right away, you know she'll get ornery. You can go on ahead though, I don't mind."

His son sighed. Oh, well, he thought.

" Besides, you could use some muscle build up in those wings!" he said. " You want them to stay as big as they are and still be useful, don't you?" he asked him.

Stormy sighed and than began walking out the door, out into the warm spring morning. He gave a simple " Yes, sir,"

and trotted out. He took into account how huge and powerful his wings really were. He had become known very well at school because of them, as they were very hard not to notice. He wondered if he was capable of things most pegasi his age weren't.

He shot up from the cloudy ground and up to freedom. He took a left turn and gained a bit more altitude. He began accelerating, going faster and faster as made his way to the edge of the city. His father was okay with going to the edge of the city, since he knew the little colt was very capable of defending himself. Plus, occasionally, Stormy would fly faster than his father!

He pushed on, and upon reaching the end of the clouds, shot upwards at a thirty-five degree angle. He gained more and more speed, but also felt himself being dragged down by the turbulence. Finally, after going up about a mile, a distance he had never achieved before, he turned over and faced the ground below him. He flapped his wings as hard as possible to go as fast as the sky would let him. This is going to be awesome, he thought.

Blitz began to go get his son where they usually went: the edge of town. He then spotted his son a few miles off. What was he doing so far out? He began to get closer, but then decided to watch whatever it was his son was about to do. He saw Stormy turn over and hurdle himself toward the ground. He saw a cone of turbulence form at the tips of his son's hooves.

Stormy felt the wind scratching at his face and eyes but kept on. He had heard what it was his father had done before, and how he did it, so he decided he would give it a shot. The cone of turbulence at his hoof-tips began to spark. It then started to glow. Finally, it burst into flames, the tongues of the fire licking his body gently. He mustn't let this slow him down. He kept on, his trail of rainbow streams growing brighter and brighter. He began to feel as though he were being torn apart. Finally, he felt relieved, as though everything around him had stopped moving. Am I dead, he asked himself.

Crack!

Blitz was taken aback as a brilliant, rainbow shock wave tore across the sky in all directions. He then knew what his son had done. He took off after his son, fast as he dared. " Last time I ever tell him a cool story like that!" he declared.

He screamed out, " Stormy!", but it was no use. He went just a little faster. He then saw his son regain control and pull up, and so decided to do so himself. The bright rainbow stream trailing behind Stormy just simply wouldn't fade, giving him the clue that, no matter what, Stormy would beat him to the breakfast table. " That colt!" he shouted out as he hurried to the house after his son. " I will never understand him now!"