Dust in the Wind

by Foxes33

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Tragedy, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Original Character
Length: 10731

The Sonic Rainboom, something powerful and could possible be used as an advantage. War has spread and now Equestria believes that there is one hope. The long time descendant of the former general Rainbow Dash, but will she commit?

Young Lightning Strike of Manehatten is the daughter of the famous war general Rainbow Dash, who fell in battle. Like her mother, she is able to get to the great speed to make a Sonic Rainboom. Now the new general wishes for her to join the forces to protect Equestria, but she doesn't know.

She loves her normal life, her mother and father, but is concerned it could be blown away, like dust in the wind.

Published 2013-12-22 04:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-31 20:06:03 UTC

Prologue

"Sir, we have to be ready. They will be here in the morning," Grumbled a dull green stallion with a dark green mane.

His eyes were a very dark shade of green. He looked at light grey stallion with a dull blue mane. The grey stallion is hunched of papers. They were maps mostly, but there were others too hard to determine. His head lifted from his work, revealing bright blue eyes. He released a frustrated sigh.

"I know Sketch! So why else are you here?" He hissed.

"I am concerned they will come earlier! No need to snap at me!" Sketch snapped back, sitting on the floor.

"Well you shouldn't be barging in Sketch. I am busy!" The grey stallion growled.

Sketch rolled his eyes. He was clearly mad.

"We could be attacked at any time and your looking at these stupid maps! We need to take action before they attack us!" Sketch declared.

The grey stallion just glared at Sketch. He let a small growl escape his throat before stepping one step closer.

"I know that Faren's troops are hostile, but I doubt it. Don't be so eager to attack. You could kill us all," The grey stallion barked in a calmer voice.

"What about Lily? She was nearly killed. The medic is still tending her, she might have to go back. We are loosing troops and your just standing here!" Sketch snapped.

"Don't be like that. You will obey your general and I say we will wait to take action. We can't be rash!" The grey stallion snapped back.

Sketch glared at the grey stallion. He was clearly not very happy. That was when he herd something. The sound of hoof prints on the stone floor of the shelter. His ears pricked and Sketch turned to face the door. The grey stallion stepped closer. That was when a silver mare with a grey mane burst through the door.

"Swift, what are you doing here?" The grey stallion asked concerned.

"The left... flank... was attacked. No... survivors Sir," She huffed.

Sketch's head turned back to face the grey stallion. His eyes seemed to burn like fire with anger.

"See! We shouldn't have waited!" Sketch snapped.

"Sketch stand down. Ever since the death of General Dash, our army has been failing," The grey stallion sighed, facing a map.

It was covered in red tacks. He pulled one off of a East area. He placed it in a box and shook his head in dismay. He faced back to Sketch and Swift.

"Umm, General Creek. We have only one hope I am afraid. Our hidden weapon," Swift sighed.

Swift looked down at her hooves, not daring to look up. Sketch clenched his teeth, nervous. The General could only stare at the map. He studied the red tacks that scattered across a small area and the black tacks that were everywhere else. However he mostly looked at Manehatten, far back in red territory.

"You can't be serious General. She isn't ready. She is too young!" Sketch grumbled.

"Perhaps you are-" Creek started until he was cut off.

"Sir, Sir," Screeched a light brown stallion.

"What is it Shield?" Creek asked concerned.

"Its Wrecker! I think he is done for..." Shield said quietly, trailing off.

"What! No!" Creek breathed.

Creek looked down at the floor boards. Sketch and Swift just gasped. They knew one thing, Wrecker was the son of Creek. He was a nice stallion who had a big heart. They both knew that he died a true soldier.

"Not Wrecker..." Swift murmured.

Sketch could just hear it and looked at Swift for a moment before looking at the ground. A lot had happened in this one day.

"I am going to see my son before he is gone," Creek whispered before he left the room.

He went down the halls to the medical area. An orange stallion with a reddish orange mane was tending to Wrecker, probably just trying to make him comfortable. He was using his magic to get the supplies from the table near by. He lifted his goggles off when he heard Creek.

"Oh, sorry Sir. I can't fix it," He sighed.

"I already know Comet, but I understand, " Creek responded in monotone, "I came too see him before he is gone."

The large dark grey stallion looked to his right and just was able to open his blue eyes.

"Dad..." He coughed.

Blood splattered onto the blood stained blanket. Wrecker was already having trouble breathing and every breath was a struggle.

"I am here. Don't worry," Creek crooned.

"Dad... we need her..." Wrecker croaked.

Creek closed his eyes. He let out a sigh and nodded.

"Just save your breath son," Creek soothed.

"No..." Wrecker croaked, "I... was out there." Wrecker coughed more blood, but didn't stop talking. "They have... something we can't... beat..." Wrecker croaked.

Suddenly a beep came from the monitor. Creek turned to see a horrifying straight line. Comet took off his goggled and looked at the ground. Creek just released a frustrated growl.

"Comet, send Sketch! We need her and now," Creek ordered.

"Yes Sir!" Comet agreed and scampered away.

"It had been ten years. All I can hope is that she is ready," Creek sighed.

Tears came from his eyes. He stayed a mourned for now and hoped. That was when Sketch walked in and glared at him.

"So it all changes now that your son is injured. Did you even care for the rest of us?" Sketch murmured.

"Sketch, just leave, I don't want to deal with this now," Creek whispered.

"Fine, but I want to talk later. I am maybe of lower rank, but you have to give me a chance to help. I am the one who is out there more," Sketch grumbled, and soon he walked out of the room.

Creek lifted his head and watched the dull green pegasus leave the room.

Chapter One - Torn

The sun shown down on a lovely Manehatten day. Mares walked in large fancy hats and beautiful pieces of jewelry, while stallions wore tuxedos or other fancy pieces of clothing. Foals skipped merrily, almost looking like zombies who were meant to make Manehatten fancy. It was a warm summer day and it felt great. Not many were aware of the slight dangers that were to occur. No place was perfect. On the grey cement of the sidewalk there was the rolling sound of plastic wheels.

"Catch me if you can!" Yelled a light blue mare.

Her mane was rainbow colored, but her yellow most intense. Her eyes bright yellow like the sun. Her cutie mark, a dark cloud with multiple lightning bolts sprawling down. She was a little short, but fast. She rode her skateboard, weaving through other ponies. Her wings fluttered every so often to make her go faster. Her friends followed, just able to keep up with her.

"You can't beat me this time, Lightning Strike!" Called a taller grey unicorn mare with a dull blue mane.

She ripped down the sidewalk, keeping up very well and soon passing Lightning. Fancy ponies gasped, some cursing and screaming at the young teens. Some would scream they were improper and reckless, but they thought they were living the good life. Soon a rusty colored stallion began to pass her, he was the same age and wore glasses. His eyes were a brighter orange and his mane sleek black.

"Why so slow?" He mocked.

"I am not done yet Tawny!" Lightning Strike called, giving a devious laugh.

Her wings picked up the speed and she tore down the sidewalk like a rocket. She could soon see the grey mare and her dull blue mane. The grey mare turned and gasped, surprised to see her there. She tried to pick up speed and stay in the lead on her board, but soon Lightning passed her.

"Whose slow now?" She giggled.

Lightning looked behind her for a second and soon hit the side of another pony. She looked up, horror in her eyes. She had crashed into the worst pony to crash into in Manehatten! Her friends caught up and skidded to a stop when they saw what had happened.

"I am so sorry Mr. Jabber! Please don't tell my mom. I-I didn't mean to!" Lightning pleaded, her eyes sad.

Groceries were scattered among the street. The old dull blue stallion turned and looked at the three teens. The grey mare and Tawny backed up while Lightning shrunk where she was. Her body quivered, sure she had heard this a thousand times. This time though, Mr. Jabber's head looked red like a tomato, a fully developed one too. His eyes showed pure fury, that would make anypony cringe.

"Why you! Your mother suspects more of you Miss. Strike. I am going to tell her and that is finale. You hooligans! You respect nopony else, you only care for your fancy boards. You didn't even watch where you were going! Look at my groceries! Off with ya! Come on, get!" He shouted.

Lightning Strike picked up her skateboard and ran off behind her friends who were already running. She quickly caught up to them. They walked in silence.

"Tough break," the grey mare sighed.

"Yeah, Frost is right, tough," Tawny agreed.

Lightning Strike's head hung low as she looked at the grey sidewalk. Frost turned her head to look at her. She frowned wider.

"Come on Lightning, it happened before. Mr. Grumpy Pus should calm his shit," Frost explained.

"Yeah, but he's gonna tell my mom! If she finds out, I might loose my board!" Lightning squeaked.

"What! She can't do that! You're a skater, besides there is a war. Maybe she will think otherwise. We need some entertainment," Tawny soothed.

Lightning forged a fake smile onto her lips. She held her head high and nodded. She looked up ahead to see an alleyway, which was a shortcut to the skate park. That would make it so they didn't go back and run into Mr. Jabber.

"Hey guys! Come on, lets take the short cut!" Lightning Strike suggested.

"Yeah lets do it!" Frost agreed.

Tawny nodded in agreement. The threesome went into the dark alleyway. The sides were cluttered by garbage bags, dumpsters and garbage cans. Some trash just cluttered the floor, but none even cared. Certainly not the prettiest part of Manehatten. That was when there was a small clang. It was the sounds of the metallic bins hitting each other.

"Eeep! What was that?" Frost squeaked.

Soon a thin black cat came from behind the trash bins. Tawny laughed and Frost scowled. Tawny's laugh soon dissipated when he saw Tawny's face. Lightning just smirked and kicked a dirty grey garbage can. The sound rang loudly, making Tawny and Frost jump.

Lightning laughed, "You two are so easily startled!"

"Shut the hell up!" Tawny said, laughing himself.

"You two are so mean," Frost giggled.

The threesome laughed, until a big clang rang out. They all stopped laughing and began to look around. It seemed to bounce of the red brick walls. Lightning stepped back to be closer to her friends.

"Um, Lightning, are you fooling?" Tawny asked in a hush whisper.

"No," Lightning squeaked.

"Maybe we shouldn't take the shortcut," Frost whispered.

"Well, maybe it was the cat," Lightning suggested, standing tall again.

"Yeah, yeah, the cat. Lets go. if we hurry, we won't have to worry," Tawny agreed, smiling widely.

They both nodded. The group stayed clustered together, not saying a word. It was as though they were afraid something would hear them. They soon came to the tall light brown fence. The group paused.

"I will go up and help you up," Lightning suggested to Tawny.

They all hated the fence, it took a while to get over. Yet this was was still faster then going around and getting knocked into moving clusters. Tawny nodded. Frost just smirked and teleported to the other side, while Lightning flew into place. Tawny walked over to the old broken milk crates. he jumped up carefully, he waited there for a second. Lightning flew up fast and grabbed him, flying him to another staircase of milk crates.

"Thanks Lightning," Tawny said when he was on the ground.

"No... problem," Lightning huffed slightly.

She felt tired after the race and helping Tawny over. The threesome continued onward.

"So do you think Mr. Jabber will tell you mom?" Frost asked.

"Yeah, he was pissed Frost!" Lightning answered.

"Too bad, hope you don't loose your board. What will we do then?" Tawny laughed.

"Shut up!" Lightning said playfully.

That was when a mysterious dull green stallion pegasus with a darker mane appeared. He wore a black cloak and his eyes very dark green. It was almost as though he was in camouflage.

"Excuse us, but were heading to the skate park," Frost said politely.

"I am not hear to talk with you, I request an audience with Miss. Strike," He explained.

"What? Heh, I don't know you dude," Lightning refused.

He soon slide a badge on the ground so it stopped in front of them. The three hunched over it and looked. The stallion lifted his head and it was easier to see his face.

"My name is Sketch. I am a Field Officer of the West unit. I believe that gives me an audience with you," He explained, a gleam in his eyes.

Tawny looked at the card. "Field Soldier, that is a senior rank! You're supposed to be at war, why are you here?" He exclaimed.

"I needed to come for our secret weapon. Your friend Miss. Strike is more important then she thinks she is. So if I may explain, that would be useful," Sketch explained further.

Lightning lifted her head. Her heart thudded against her chest loudly when she heard she was a secret weapon. Her yellow eyes could only stare in horror at the dull green stallion.

"What do you mean secret weapon?" She asked, her voice quivering.

"I would rather explain in private," Sketch answered.

Lightning Strike looked down, she wanted to go to the skate park, yet she was curious. She looked at her friends' pleading eyes, then at the dull green mysterious pegasus. She sighed.

"Sorry guys, I have to, you know," Lightning Strike apologized.

Frost's mouth gaped widely, and his eyes just stared at her. Before she could yell and probably curse, Tawny covered her mouth.

"Its okay Lightning. We can meet you later, try to make at the park before seven, or I will let her tear you to pieces," Tawny laughed, winking.

Her friends left, crossing the stone road and through the gates of the skate park. Tawny waved, while Frost tried to hold back the screams. Lightning laughed and looked at the Sketch.

"Where to?" She asked.

Sketch picked up his badge and looked at her.

"This way, we will talk in the forest. That is where nopony will hear," He answered, walking towards the forest.

Lightning sighed and followed. She was somewhat concerned, she didn't know this pony, but in her gut, she knew he wasn't bad. They walked, and he had said nothing.

"So how is the war going?" Lightning asked, trying to strike a conversation.

"Okay, I guess," He answered briefly.

Lightning Strike soon gave up after the answer. She now knew, this stallion was serious, too serious for her personally. She followed until they were deep in the forest. That was when he stopped.

"We are safe from the ears of others," Sketch declared.

Lightning scanned her surroundings averting her head up. Looking at the broad oak trees and their dark leaves. They stood tall and seemed to just scrap the sky. She then lowered her head and looked at Sketch who settled his saddle bag underneath one of the oaks.

"So why I am I important?" She asked.

Sketch sighed, "You are impatient, tisk, tisk. Anyways, as all ponies know, the general who was here at the beginning of this war was General Dash. She was the one who separated the teams to keep control, putting her best generals on the other teams. Her signature move being the Sonic Rainboom that she performed to kill and scramble the enemy forces. That was until she died saving a young soldier. She didn't regret it of course."

Lightning cocked her head. "What does this have to do with me?"

"You are her daughter," Sketch explained, "When you were born, she knew she couldn't take care of you. She brought you to us, and it was decided that you would be the secret weapon to save us. Since you had a rainbow mane, we hoped you would be able to obtain a Sonic Rainboom. Dash hoped that it wouldn't have to happen, for your sake. They gave you do your current mother for safety. Haven't you ever wonder why you look nothing like her or your father? They aren't who you think." Sketch asked.

"No... I-I can't go to war! I am to young, and, my mom isn't, real. She was a lie?" Lightning said, her voice quivered.

"I am afraid so, but we need you. Faren's troops have a secret weapon. It is your choice. I hope you make the right decision. I will come tomorrow for your answer. We will meet at the place I met you. Good-bye for now," Sketch said, disappearing into the darkness.

Lightning watched as Sketch disappeared like a shadow. Lightning was left there, mouth gaped.

"Impossible," she gasped, "Impossible."

Chapter Two - Decisions

"What? You can't accept that!" Frost exclaimed, her mouth gaped.

"Yeah, your no war pony Lightning. Your only sixteen! You can't be considering it. Sure yeah, your maybe the daughter of a bad ass general, but you have friends. What about your adopted parents? You will break there hearts! Do they even know?" Tawny added.

Lightning had made her way to the skate park after talking with Sketch. She just cringed as her friends began to exclaim loudly at her. Normally her friends would be chill, but now they seemed like ticking time bombs. She glanced down at her hooves, looking for the courage. She remembered what Sketch had told her. How the soldiers kept falling. She knew that if they failed to protect Equestria, they would be doomed. The troops of Faren would enter and take this land by force. Life as they knew it would be gone, shattered in fact. However she also knew of the scarring memories she may received. Lightning knew of the blood and terrible carnage, she knew that not everyone could be saved.

She let out a quiet sighed. Something about Sketch's words just made her believe him. Lightning's head finally lifted and she looked at her friend's eyes.

"What if it is true? What if they need me? I know my friends are here, but if I don't go, Faren's troops could make it here! I know I could die, I know I will have those terrible memories, but if I can save our life here, so it didn't have to change. I would be willing to do that. I don't want you two to get hurt," Lightning paused a moment before going on. "If I don't leave, we might all be killed. I know you two would die saving us, but I would feel guilty. This may sounds selfish, but I don't want to die thinking what if. What if I had gone and I could have saved us? What if I gone and Faren never touched a hoof further then he has? I have to go." Lightning argued, getting louder at the end.

Her friends stood there, speechless. They looked as though they wanted to say something, but couldn't find the right words. Tawny and Frost stared at their hooves, they were both uncertain. Frost soon lifted her head and smiled.

"You gotta do what you gotta do. If you do go, kick some ass." Frost encouraged.

Tawny just glared at Frost. Frost just met his stare and soon looked away in a sassy way. She smirked as he made a small growl. Tawny then looked at Lightning and released a long sigh. He frowned, and closed his eyes for a moment. When they opened there was something else, bravery and support.

"What she said." Tawny encouraged, "Just don't come back in a million pieces."

Lightning laughed, "I won't."

"Now lets shut it about this crap and have some fun! If this is your last day here, we should make it the best day ever!" Frost exclaimed, plopping down her board.

She stepped onto it and began to wheel away for ramps. Tawny took off his glasses and put them in his saddle bag. He replaced them with goggles, and did the same.

"Come on slow poke!" He mocked.

"Hey! Who won that race?" Lightning retorted.

She grabbed her board and went after them. She hoped it was true and her last day would be the best. Lightning made an effort not to think about going to war. She went towards the ramps. She jumped on her board onto a dark blue rail, sliding down. She landed firmly on the cement and continued to go towards a large ramp. She rocketed towards a light brown ramp. With her speed, she went airborne, feeling a current of wind. She could feel it through her mane and when she landed, she only was hungry for more.

She looked around and saw her friends pulling off fancy tricks. Tawny was doing midair flips while Frost ducking under rails. Lightning knew what she would do after and stopped to watch. Frost continued down, going into a large round bowl. She watched as Frost went around the outside about five times before she cut through the middle. Using her remaining speed she went airborne and twirled her board. Her and her board spun until getting near the ground, where she slid to a stop right in front of Lightning.

"How do you like that move?" Frost boasted, puffing her chest out.

"Not bad, but I bet I could do better." Lightning replied.

"Oh really, then show me!" Frost challenged.

"Okay I will!" Lightning accepted.

With that she put down her board and got on. Lightning was smiling widely as her wings began to flutter speedily. She was already feeling wind enter her mane as she rushed down the track. She jumped as her board slid under a rail. Lightning landed gracefully back onto it. The tunnel was in her sights, she had the perfect trick. She just needed the speed. Down the ramp she went, the tunnel drawing closer. Her wings were feeling tired and she could feel her heart beating. Her breathing went faster as she drew closer.

That was when she entered the tunnel at a fast speed. Her right hoof grabbed the bottom of her board, just avoiding the wheels. She went to the side and began to spiral down the tunnel. Lightning went around and around. She felt like she was defying gravity, when really it was her wings keeping her clung to the roof as she went around.

"Whoa!" She cheered.

That was when something distracted her.

"Lightning Strike!" Yelled a pony.

Her wings stopped and she slammed back first into the bottom of the tunnel. Her helmet protecting her head from the fall. From where she laid she could see her mom at the other end of the tunnel. She looked as made as a hornet! Lightning slid her board off of herself and stood to her hooves.

"Uh, hi... mom." She mumbled, a nervous smile on her face.

"You are in big trouble young lady! You can't act civil for two seconds. Why were you skating on the sidewalk! You should also watch where your going, you crashed into Mr. Jabber. You want to know what I had to do? I had to pay for his groceries!" She yelled.

"I am sorry mom," Lightning cringed.

"I have about had enough of this nonsense!" She exclaimed.

"Well I have something to tell you anyways." Lightning whispered, sliding off her helmet.

Her mother gave her a horrified looked, as though she already knew. She could tell by the expression in her daughter's eyes.

"No. They came." She breathed, tears welling in her eyes.

Lightning nodded, knowing who they was. She watched as her mother cried. She watched as her mother's teal coat got stained with tears and how her black mane with a navy streak seemed to fall.

"You don't have to go, it is your choice." She cried.

"But mom, if I don't, something bad could happen here, they need me." Lightning answered.

"Alright then. Never mind what I was going to say, just enjoy yourself. When are you leaving?" She asked.

"Tomorrow." Lightning mumbled.

Her mother's mouth gaped as though to say something, but closed. She just nodded and walked away. Lightning turned to find that Tawny and Frost had seen the whole thing. Lightning didn't move, just sat and looked at her paws. Soon she heard hoofsteps and turned to see Tawny and Frost at her side.

"Tough, huh?" Tawny guessed.

"Yeah." Lightning answered briefly.

"Don't think about. We all need to relax." Frost encouraged.

"I don't think I am going to stay much longer. I need to spend time with my parents, even if I am adopted. You both know that to be true." Lightning sighed.

Tawny just nodded and walked away. However lightning already could hear him muttering, but couldn't hear the words. She just sat there in sighed.

"Don't mope. We need to make this the best day ever!" Frost encouraged, smiling the best she could.

Lightning's head lifted, "Your right," She admitted.

Lightning stayed at the skate park for a hour before heading home. She walked down the sidewalks alone, her friends needed sometime to think anyways. A frown crept onto her face as she walked down the sidewalk. She was scared, in fact she could hear her heart beat.

"Bad day kid?" A familiar voice asked.

Lightning lifted her head to see Sketch. The dull green stallion was still wearing the same cloak. She just nodded.

"Where are you going anyways?" Sketch asked.

"Home, why?" Lightning answered.

"I need to talk to your parents. Mind if I tag along?" Sketch asked.

"Its fine," Lightning answered quietly.

"Listen, you don't have to go. I am sure the General will understand. Besides, I have to have a talk with him anyways." Sketch explained.

Lightning just stared blankly at the sidewalk and didn't answer. Sketch just rolled his eyes. Once again they walked in silence until they came to a home. The house was a light grey color with a darker tile roof. A stone path led up to the dark wooden front porch. The twosome walked up the steps to a dull grey carpet. Sketch knocked on the white door. The doorknob jiggled and soon the door opened. Her mother appeared at the door way.

"I am guessing you are the messenger," She sighed. "I wished you waited."

"I am not a messenger. I am a Field Officer. I don't know why the general sent me, but he did." Sketch corrected.

Her mother just nodded. She looked concerned, as though she didn't want to talk. Then again, who did at this time?

"Lightning, stay outside. I think we need to talk alone." Her mother demanded.

Lightning nodded and sat on the chair outside. She watched as Sketch walked into the house. This made her more nervous.

Is this how it feels to know? To know I am leaving for war. Perhaps to never see my friends and family ever again. Every second I feel my heart beat loudly. I feel everyone can hear it, not just me. I am the daughter of General Dash, not the daughter of Shining Lily and Hazel Lights. However I still feel they are my parents. They are, I love them, but why? Why did my real mother leave me here to be a secret weapon? She added this pressure, does she know how bad I feel? Is she watching me as an angle?

I no longer know what to think. I need rest. I need to be ready for the long flight a head. I am going. I will travel with Sketch and head to the West Unite. Lightning thought.

The door opened and out came Sketch. He didn't say good-bye, just walked away down the road. Lightning watched him leave before going inside. Her mother was facing the window, just staring blankly out of it.

"How did it go?" Lightning asked her mother.

"Well, I guess." Lily answered quietly.

"Mom, I have to leave." Lightning whispered.

"I know," Lilly sighed. "Tonight you can have a special supper, you deserve it for being brave."

"Thanks mom. I will miss you." Lightning assured.

"I will miss you too honey." Lily cried, tears coming from her eyes.

"Don't worry mom. I will be okay." Lightning lied, she wasn't sure.

"I hope so." Lily choked.

Lightning hugged her mother. She felt like she couldn't let go, what if this was the last time?

Chapter Three - The Journey Ahead

Pale sunlight leaked through the light grey curtains. Lightning stirred in her bed, still feeling tired. The night had been rough and sleepless, leaving her groggy. Her muscles seemed reluctant to move and she could hardly keep her eyes open. This morning was going to be her last time here. Soon she would be flying to a military base in the west, ready to fight. Lightning's stomach felt tied in knots, she knew she was nervous. She released a sigh and slid out of her dark wooden bed. Pulling up the dull blue covers, she couldn't help, but to wonder about this new life. There was so much to loose.

Lightning walked towards the window and gazed out at the street. She could see fancy ponies walk down the sidewalks. Lightning sighed again and pulled away, it almost seemed to terrible to watch, to know it was gone. She would no longer have the same comfort, it would all be different. She walked to her dresser, grabbing a bright red brush to comb her rainbow mane. She winced when she brushed out the knots that cascaded through her mane. She stared in the mirror, wondering if she would get blood stained when she returned. Lightning was so distracted that she didn't even notice the door open. Somepony walked up beside her.

"Too bad, huh." Frost sighed.

Lightning snapped out of her trance. Wincing only for a second before realizing that it was Frost. She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded. She scanned the room and found that Tawny was no where to be found. Lightning wondered where was her rusty colored friend?

"Where's Tawny?" Lightning asked concerned.

Frost just rolled her eyes and answered briefly, "In denial."

"That sounds like him."

Soon there was silence, as though speaking was forbidden. Frost just looked at her friends with worried eyes. She knew all the risks of Lightning leaving and she didn't want her to. Tawny would still be here, but Frost had no other mare friends to talk to.

"So who will you talk to well your gone? Sure there are maybe other mares there, but they will be older then you, by my guess." Frost asked randomly.

"I don't know. I guess I should keep a journal." Lightning sighed.

Lightning walked over to a drawer by her bed. Slowly she opened it, revealing a light blue book with her name on it. She grabbed her saddle bag from under her bed and packed it. She sealed it shut, and just looked down at her hooves.

"Come on, it won't be that bad." Frost encouraged, drifting off at the end.

"That bad, it will be worst then here. I have to go, Sketch will be waiting." Lightning dismissed.

She walked out the door and Frost only watched her leave. As though if she left, she would have been letting her friend go. Lightning's mom stopped her, tears in her eyes.

"Bye honey, I love you." Her mom cried.

"Good luck. We both love ya." Her father said, staying where he was.

Lightning didn't go in for a hug. She already knew it would hurt too much. She had enough emotion today and now to be leaving.

"Bye. Love you both," she whispered.

Lightning opened the white door and stepped out onto the dark wooden porch. She looked, knowing where she was going, to the place she first saw Sketch. Lightning walked down the path and onto the cement sidewalk. Her head hung low as she walked. Ponies waved good-bye, some she waved back, others she ignored.

"Hey, sorry." A familiar voice came.

She turned and say Tawny. He pushed his glassed up and had it skateboard with him. It was clear he felt bad for not going with Frost.

"Its okay," she comforted.

"I am just scared you will get hurt. Besides Frost, I have no other friends. Frost, I know she can live through it, she is social, I am not." Tawny said quietly.

"Tawny, you will be fine. I know you, you can make friends, just one will replace me if I don't come back." Lightning sighed.

"Lightning stop being negative!" Tawny growled. "You can't act like your never coming back. Imagine how bad your friends and family feel. If you act like that you will die! Be confident!"

Lightning just stared blankly at Tawny. She knew he was right, this whole time she just mopped. Lightning lifted her head and actually smiled.

"Your right! If I am a secret weapon, it isn't that likely I will die." Lightning said.

"Hmm, I still wonder what ability makes you their secret weapon? Just curious." Tawny wondered.

Lightning shrugged. She never asked Sketch why she was chosen. That was when she noticed she was coming to the meeting place. She could see the tall dull green pegasus waiting for her.

"Well I guess this is good-bye."

"For now," Tawny added.

Lightning smiled, it made her feel warm. It just felt great knowing that her friend had confidence in her.

"For now," Lightning agreed.

Lightning walked away from Tawny's side. Her head turned and she watched as Tawny left. Lightning wished he could come, just something from home, so she could hold on to. She walked closer to Sketch, who only watched as she came towards him.

"You ready?" Sketch asked.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." Lightning retorted.

Sketch glared at her, clearly not liking the talk back. Lightning did wince and instead just looked at his dark green eyes. Sketch soon just snorted and looked away.

"You shouldn't act like that. General Creek will not appreciate it." Sketch snapped, "Come on lets go."

Lightning stretched out her wings and notice how much smaller she was for a pegasus. Seeing Sketch stretch out his large wings just made her feel small, but just shook her head. It was nonsense, size meant nothing. He took off and Lightning followed right after. Lightning easily caught up, his wings were maybe bigger, but she was use to make a great effort. All the pegasi in her flying class level were bigger then her, and she could easily keep up. Sketch turned his head, and smiled, he seemed happy to see her keep up.

"How far is it anyways?" Lightning asked curious.

"Pretty far, we might have to set up a camp." Sketch answered.

Lightning just nodded, unsure of what to ask next. She wanted to get to know Sketch well, he would then be easier to travel with.

"What is it like at the base?" Lightning asked.

"Sad. Many are injured, our medic, Comet, is doing his best, but with Digger being out and about he has troubles." Sketch answered.

"Whose Digger?" Lightning asked.

"He is supposed to be the assistant medic, but we lost our messengers in a siege. So he had to go get medicine, it just happened to be our worst week. Unfortunately, we haven't heard from Digger in days, Comet is worried he got killed." Sketch answered.

"Were they close?"

"Yep. Digger is half blind, he use to be a soldier. However Creek decided he would be better off as a medic, because he couldn't fight well. Comet taught him everything, they had that mentor relationship thingy."

Lightning soon decided to be quiet and just looked at the ground below. She couldn't stop thinking of her friends and family she had left back at home.

"Listen, I am sorry if Yesterday I gave you a lot to think about." Sketch apologized.

Lightning lifted her head and looked at him. He was looking straight ahead and she was surprised he apologized. Sketch didn't seem like that kind of pony.

"Its okay." Lightning said, accepting his apology.

They traveled for hours in silence, until it was around sunset. Sketch stopped and Lightning halted, trying to catch her breath. He looked around for a few seconds.

"We have to land and set camp here. Base is too far." Sketch explained.

He swooped down to the ground, silent like an owl. Lightning followed, but her wings a lot louder then his and she noticed. She scanned the darkness of the trees.

"Are you sure it is safe?" Lightning asked, concerned.

"I don't know, but we need to rest." Sketch growled.

Sketch just laid under a tree and curled up, while Lightning cocked her head confused.

"Didn't you bring anything for camping?" Lightning asked.

"Normally I would, but this was faster. Besides its Summer and bugs aren't that bad." Sketch replied.

Lightning looked at the pine trees. They stood tall, the tops impossible to see from the lack of light. The ground was covered in light brown pine needles and some green patched of grass. Lightning sighed and laid in between to tree, carefully checking for tree sap. She would rather if her mane didn't get sticky. She laid down in the pine needles, trying to get comfortable. It wasn't her cozy bed, that was for sure. She sighed again and lowered her head, trying to sleep. However her thoughts kept her awake.

Is this what every night will be like? Sleeping on the cold ground, no shelter. I already miss home, but it is too late to turn back. I am already here, and I am sticking with my decision. I can't give in just because of the lack of a comfy place to sleep. All I really hope is that there is no tree sap, I want to make a good impression when I arrive, but I wonder who Comet is. I know he is the medic, but is he nice or snappy.

All I really hope is that he isn't like Sketch, snappy and seemingly careless. I know I shouldn't judge, but shouldn't he have brought camping stuff? Are they low on supplies? Also, who else is there? Are they all mean, or are they nice? I won't know until I get there, but they are survivors. They must be tough and strong, able to do many things. Sketch didn't break a sweat flying here while I was having troubles near the end! Maybe I am not meant to go there? I am I strong enough? I saw his smile, he liked how I was able to keep up. I impressed him, what does he expect from me?

What will they all expect from me? Lightning thought.

She felt terrified just to know she may not be good enough. Slowly her eyes closed, unable to stay opened. She fell into a deep dreamless sleep. When she woke up, she heard something and it wasn't Sketch.

Chapter Four - Metallic

The sun was shining in brights rays, making it warm. The wind blew, but there was another sound. Lightning ears pricked, it sounded like heavy breathing and the sound of falling water. She could only stare at the pine trees ahead, she already knew. The liquid that was falling wasn't water, it had to be blood. Lightning could smell the metallic odor in the air. It made her stomach twist in knots. It was putrid. The smell, the sounds, it made her scared, leaving her petrified. Her heart was thudding against her chest and her face felt hot from her nervous and scared emotions. She could only listen to those sounds, not Sketch's yelling voice. He was uttering swears and yelling at her to get up, but she couldn't hear his voice.

Lightning had no idea what was going on, but she didn't want to know. She didn't dare look, covering her eyes with her light blue hooves. That was when Sketch tapped her shoulder and she jumped. Jumping to her hooves, Lightning almost whacked Sketch in the face, but he dodged. However his face was displeased. He was covered in cuts, some more gruesome then others. She cringed, and she felt embarrassed. Who else would tap her shoulder?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sketch growled.

"I-I was scared." Lightning muttered.

"You better not be like that on the battlefield, unless you want to die in seconds." Sketch hissed.

"What happened anyways?" Lightning asked.

"A creature attacked, it isn't done. I fended it off, but it will be back. So be on your hooves, we still have to eat." Sketch explained, irritation in his voice.

He limped away and that was when Lightning saw the worst. A long scratch that went down from his thigh and down. It went across his cutie mark. Blood covered it, none fresh. It was all in clotted and dry. There were ugly shades of maroon red. Lightning looked at her hooves, that was her fault. She had gotten scared and now Sketch was injured. She looked up to see, he was still limping. These ponies truly were tough. She felt grim, it maybe was her fault. Lightning released a sigh and walked closer, keeping her distance. Soon Sketch came back with some rations, which were clearly dried apple slices. He put them down and just looked at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, rolling his dark green eyes.

"I am sorry. It was my fault that you got hurt. I shouldn't have been scared ." Lightning squeaked.

Sketch released a sigh and scratched the back of his head.

"It wasn't your fault. Nopony can blame you for being scared. Listen, I am sorry for snapping, but times are rough and I have to get you to base. I may have gotten injured because you were scared, but it doesn't matter now. That is in the past." Sketch rejected.

"But it-" Lightning started.

"No, no, no, it isn't your fault. Your not use to this stuff. I shouldn't have made you feel bad." Sketch interrupted.

Lightning was about to retort, but decided against it.

"Thanks."

"For what?" Sketch asked confused.

"For not making me feel bad. You not as bad as you seem." Lightning answered, smiling.

"Wait, what do you mean not as bad?" Sketch asked.

"Just never mind." Lightning said quietly.

Sketch handed her half of the bag's contents. They ate quietly, mostly because Lightning noticed Sketch was focusing. He was looking over his wounds. She wasn't sure if he had any medical supplies, but she doubted it. When she finished the bite of her last dried apple slice she walked over.

"Is it bad?" Lightning asked curiously.

"Not too bad, could have been worst. Looks like I am going to have to see Comet. He will fix me up, don't worry about it." Sketch answered, getting to his hooves.

That was when a rustle came from the bushes. Sketch grabbed a long metallic from a sheath that was hidden by his cloak. Lightning hid behind him, she had nothing to fight with. She could only watch as a large creature came lumbering out of the trees. It had thick fur, and she could just see a reddish glare. It was drops of blood, this must have been the creature from before. Its eyes looked reddish and menacing. It had medium sized claws with gnarled fangs. Lightning could already see the blood on its claws.

"We have to run," she squeaked.

Sketch paused and looked back at her, then to the beast.

"You start flying, I will lift off then your in the air. I can't let you get hurt." Sketch uttered.

Lightning's eyes widened and she looked at the large cut across the top of his leg.

"But your injured!" She cried.

"Just go!" He growled.

Lightning looked up, looking for a gap between the branches. She needed an opening, it was too risky to fly through the branches. She could hear the loud footfalls of the beast. She looked around more frantically. She could then hear the sounds of claws against the metal blade. It scared her, but she knew she couldn't fall to the ground and cry. Two lives were at stake, hers and Sketch's. She glanced back and forth, running through some of the trees. She could hear the pinging noise of the claws and blade clashing. She turned for a seconds to see Sketch's blade pierce the skin of the beast's arm. Blood dribbled to the ground. The beasts head flew back, its mouth opened as it yowled in pain. It growled and hissed at Sketch.

For a second she saw its large right paw come down, but turned away. She knew she couldn't get distracted now. She blocked out the other noises, and only listened to the whispering wind. She looked forward and up slightly. She could see a bright light, it was sunlight! She found it, the opening. She turned back and watched as Sketch was knocked against a tree by the large paw of the creature. His blood soaked blade fell to the ground, leaving him helpless. Lightning stared, she didn't want him to die. He was maybe snappy and a little mean, but he was going to be her teammate.

"Just go!" He coughed, blood seeping from a cut on his forehead.

Lightning didn't listen, instead she picked up the heavy metal blade. She kept it up and just stared at the beast. Lightning held tightly onto the blade she went forward, the blade in her mouth. She opened her wings and circled to the back of the beast. Before its left forearm could come down on Sketch, she drove the metallic blade into its back where the heart was. The life from its eyes faded and it fell. Sketch scampered out from under it before it hit the ground with a thud. Startled, Lightning fell backwards and off of the large beast. She looked up at Sketch with scared eyes, but was comforted and surprised to see him smiling widely.

"Look at that, you can fight. Good job kid." Sketch praised.

Lightning just smiled back and watched as he went to retrieve his blade. He sheathed it and came back to her.

"You ready to go?" He asked, walking towards the opening.

"Yeah. Lets go." Lightning answered, feeling better.

She opened her wings and followed after Sketch took off. She felt warm and fuzzy inside, she finally didn't mess up. It gave her confidence and made her excited to meet the others.

"I am really proud of what you did. You may have disobeyed, but you came back to help a comrade. That takes courage." Sketch praised once again.

"Thanks. I am surprised, I just, saw you and I had to help, I couldn't leave you to die. You have a family." Lightning said, blushing.

She smiled until she noticed the frown on Sketch's face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, frowning also.

"Its nothing, lets just get to base. Were almost there." Sketch answered, flying up ahead.

They flew for a while, but every hour they had to take a break because of Sketch's wounds. It was all silent, there was nothing to say. Lightning looked down at the ground, she finally got it.

I think it has something to do with his family, but I can't just go out and say it. I shouldn't be like this, he deserves privacy. Lightning thought.

"Hey, were finally here." Sketch called.

Lightning picked up speed and caught up. She could see a a building in the mountain. She smiled widely, she was finally here. They landed together, and soon Lightning felt small. Most of the soldiers looked at Sketch, some asked what happened and he said it was nothing. He limped by himself and she followed him closely. Sketch was the only pony here she somewhat knew. She looked at the face of others, some glared at her, others ignored, and some just put on a fake smile and waved. They went down a stair case, then were going down a white hallway. Sketch stopped at a door and opened it, walking in. He closed it after she entered.

The room was all white, there were bandages and medicine cabinets. A few metal buckets for water, curtains that kept patients separated and an ugly metal sink in the corner. Charts scattered the walls and blood stained the floor. It was easy to tell this was the medic office. She watched as orange stallion with a reddish orange mane looked over stuff. He was whispering something she couldn't hear. She pricked her ears, trying to listen in, but folded them down when he turned. Lightning jumped, he looked like a cyborg with these large goggles over his eyes, or were they even that. He lifted them up revealing pink eyes, he smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He paused when he saw Sketch. "What the hell happened to you?"

"A beast attacked me. In fact, if it wasn't for Lightning here I would have been killed." Sketch explained, smiling at her.

"Really? Wow, new girl is better then we thought she would be." Comet praised, smiling at her.

Lightning blushed, she couldn't help it. She wondered if she had down that great of job. She was so distracted that she didn't hear the door quietly open, but heard it slam shut. The noise was loud and rang of the white walls of the medical office. Lightning turn and saw a yellow orange mare with a glossy yellow mane. Her back right leg was bandaged along with her chest. Her eyes were dark yellow and she looked at her.

"Really, just sounds like beginners luck. What were you thinking when you saw Agent Sketch in trouble?" She asked, her eyes glaring at Lightning.

"I-I just wanted to help. I thought I could-"

"Could what? Save him? Well look at him, he is covered in blood, he is a bloody mess! You not worth training." She snapped.

"Leave her alone!" Sketch snapped, getting in front of Lightning.

Lily backed away, surprised by the sudden snap. She glared at Sketch now. Comet just rolled his eyes and grabbed one of the buckets. He was clearly going to take no part in the argument.

"What did you just say to me agent! Look at you!" She hissed.

"Yeah, well I could be dead. Would you rather that? Back off Lily, you can't win this fight." Sketch retorted.

Lily glared, and rolled her eyes. She flicked her glossy yellow mane back and just looked at Sketch.

"Then who will train this mare?" She snapped.

"I will." Sketch volunteered.

Lily just laughed and looked at him. She stopped when she saw his serious face. A wide smirk ran across her lips.

"Oh really? What makes you think that Creek will allow that?" She asked.

"Just think about it Lily. I have been making him mad, he would be more then happy to keep me busy." Sketch answered.

Lily just released a frustrated sigh. She frowned and just glared at Sketch. She then turned and flicked her glossy yellow mane behind her slender shoulders.

"Your lucky Sketch." Comet sighed.

Comet was gazing over the tools on a small table beside an examination one. There was already a bucket with steam coming out of it and many other things.

"Come on Sketch, I got to get you cleaned up." Comet sighed, soaking a cloth in the warm water.

Sketch just sighed and slid onto the examination table. He removed his cloak and he was more beat up then Lightning knew. He was covered in bruises and cuts. Comet used his magic to bring a warm cloth to the wound on Sketch's flank. Sketch winced, it was clearly painful. Slowly Comet scrubbed away the blood from the wound. He then lowered his goggled and looked at it. He then sighed and lifted his goggled back up.

"I feel bad for you, its going to need to be disinfected." Comet sighed.

"That is going to hurt, but I can take it." Sketch assured him.

"Still, bite down on this stick. I don't want you waking the ones who are resting." Comet sighed once more.

"Fine," Sketch growled.

Sketch bit down on the stick while Comet grabbed a brown bottle of peroxide. Lightning just looked away, already knowing it would hurt. Peroxide burned and she even heard the stick snap. She look at it, coming closer to take a look.

"How can you tell it is infected?" Lightning asked, looking at the gash.

"Easy, mostly by the fact it was from a beast, but the cut looks darkish, well if your wearing the goggles. Plus all the caked blood didn't help." Comet explained.

Lightning just nodded and watched once again. That was when she heard more laughing. She shuddered, thinking it was Lily coming back with an excellent retort. However the tone was different.

"Wow they weren't kidding. You are a train wreak." A mare's voice giggled.

"Shut up." Sketch retorted.

"Why are you here Swift?" Comet asked.

Lightning turned her head and saw a silver mare with a grey mane. Her eyes were bright blue and it was obvious she was a friend of Sketch. Lightning still felt small, she didn't know Comet and Swift as well as Sketch.

"I came to get the new arrival, which is of course Miss. Strike over here."

"She just got here, give her a break." Sketch murmured.

Lightning could tell that Swift just heard it and she shook her head. A frown came on her face and it seemed like she knew something was up. Lightning looked at her, confused.

"Sorry, Creek wants to see her." Swift explained.

"Then let him wait. Cause I still need to talk to him." Sketch retorted.

Swift just nodded and sat down and waited. Lightning just stayed silent and looked at her hooves, moving away from the examining table. Lily had cut her confidence in half. What if she could have helped Sketch avoid some of his wounds? Now he had to get fixed up. She also wondered what was going on and who was Creek? She missed her friends Frost an Tawny. Lightning couldn't help, but to frown.

Chapter Five - Creek

They waited for a few more minutes for Comet to finish his work. Then it was time to go into the white hallway and get more looks of nice or mean. She sighed as Swift swung open the white door. The group entered the hallway, but this time no one was here. The hallways were cleared of soldiers, it made Lightning nervous.

"Where did they go?" Lightning asked.

"The soldiers? Creek probably told them to head to there rooms." Swift answered.

Lightning was surprised, they had arrived early. Was there another reason? She felt nervous, she had never met a general before. Like she had never met a soldier or a medic and that went well. However she was nervous Lily would be there. Sketch had talked back to her once, but would the general allow him to defend her? Lightning couldn't even hear the sounds of her hooves hit the ground. All she could hear was the rhythmic beating of her heart. This was her new home for now, and she was having to meet the general. This was all overwhelming to take in.

She almost wished she was back with her friends, Frost and Tawny. To be skating down sidewalks and racing to see who would get to the skate park first. Her mother's homemade meals and her father's hugs, but no. It was gone for now, she couldn't go back, it was far too late. She couldn't stop looking at her hooves and wondering what would happen. She had killed a creature to save Sketch. Yet it was different then stepping on a bug or anything like that. The feeling she had, when she saw him about to be killed, it seemed like she didn't think, she did. She wondered if it was instincts that had helped her save Sketch that day.

She lifted her head to see a door at the very end of the white hallway. She had a guess that it was the general's courtiers. Lightning almost felt like stiffening her legs and not moving like a stubborn child, but she came here for a reason. She wanted to protect everypony she knew and if that meant staying strong and entering, so be it. They had walked in silence, she knew that something was up.

Perhaps she wasn't the only one nervous. She looked at Sketch, he payed no attention to her, he just glared at the door. She looked at Swift who looked at the door. Then to her and smiled in a friendly way. Lightning smiled back, pretending that nothing was wrong. Swift opened the door, and Lightning peered in to see a grey stallion with a darker mane. His head turned and Lightning could see his bright blue eyes.

"She is here General Creek." Swift explained, in a professional manner.

He just glared for a second, his head turned and he looked at Sketch. Clearly already angered just by his presence.

"Yes, but what the hell is he doing here?" Creek snapped.

"That isn't there fault. We never finished out talk and you know that. You would do anything to keep us from our chat." Sketch answered.

Lightning acknowledged on how Creek didn't seem to care that Sketch was injured. She was somewhat surprised, shouldn't a general ask what happened? Creek just grumbled something she couldn't hear, but guessed it was a swear. Lightning peered around seeing papers on many dark wooden desks and maps cluttered the black walls. Candles dimly lit the room, not like the medical area where there were lamps. When Swift and Sketch moved in she just followed, slightly timid.

However that was when she saw her in the darkness. The yellow orange mare with the glossy yellow mane, Lily.

"Lily, what do you think of this new arrival?" Creek asked, ignoring Sketch.

Lily smirked, as though this was a game a chest and she had her pinned. Check and mate, Lightning knew she was thinking it. Lily stepped forward and just looked at everypony in the room.

"To be honest, I don't think she is worth our troub-" Lily started, but was cut off.

"Shut it Lily. Don't trust her, I saw her storm out of the Infirmary, she was as mad as a hornet. Suggesting that somepony got on her bad side." Swift interrupted.

Sketch nodded to what Swift said, he knew it as a fact. Lightning couldn't believe they would still defend her. Maybe she could make friends here.

"Yeah we ran into her earlier and she only talked trash. She is better then we thought she would be," Sketch started and paused, "We were camping out and a creature returned. I fended it off the first time, but the second it had me pinned. She didn't run away, she grabbed my sword and killed the beast. She saved me and if that isn't good enough, I don't know what is." Sketch added.

Creek looked astonished, he looked at Lightning. His eyes soft and his expression still surprised.

"Is this true?" He asked.

"Yes." Lightning answered timidly.

He just smiled at her and then glares at Lily, who looked infuriated. Before the general could dismiss her, she left on her own. Lightning could only wonder why and how did she get on Lily's bad side?

"Don't worry. Lily is always rough on new recruits." Swift whispered, assuring her it wasn't a grudge.

"Now we just need someone to train her." Creek sighed, and began to rummage through some papers.

"I already offered. Besides, I think she will be a good apprentice, she learns fast." Sketch said.

"But look at you. Your a bloody mess." Creek retorted.

"Wait general. I can take over until Sketch is fully healed. It would be a honor. Besides, I would love to be a full mentor, but temporary is fine to." Swift interjected.

Swift smiled at Lightning and Lightning could help, but to smile back. Creek stopped rummaging through the papers and turned back to face them.

"Fine, do it your way. Swift, show Miss. Strike her private courtiers." Creek commanded.

"Yes Sir." Swift answered, "You coming Sketch?"

"No, you two go. I have to finish our talk." Sketch said.

Swift just nodded and left the room. Lightning followed after her. It was back into the white hallway as always. It was all too common it seemed.

"Why do I get private courtiers?" Lightning asked.

"Because you are still a kid Lightning. We would prefer for you to have your privacy." Swift answered.

Lightning just nodded n agreement. It would be for the best if she had private courtiers. She was younger then everypony here, and it would be appropriate. They turned right towards the other rooms, each having names on them. Which Lightning presumed were the names of other soldiers. At the end of the hall was her room, it was small, probably in case somepony preferred to be alone.

"Thanks." Lightning said.

"No problem. Training starts at 6:00 am, set your alarm and be ready by then. Get some rest though. You must be tired." Swift explained.

Lightning just nodded. She did feel tired, her eyes felt as though they would just fall. Her limbs felt sore and she knew she needed sleep. She took off her saddle bag, opening it. She looked at the two pictures she brought, one of her parents and the other of her friends. She frowned, she missed them so much. Lightning put them back and flopped onto the cot. She set her alarm for 5:30 am and knew it was time to sleep. She got under the covers and slowly fell asleep. All light disappearing, until she was asleep with dreams.

Dark trees stood tall against the darker sky. The wind howled loudly and blood covered the dark green forest floor. Lightning wandered through the forest, not touched by any scratches. Her heart was beating loudly as she walked through the forest. She couldn't stop turning around and looking for something it seemed. She continued towards a cave and walked inside to see bodies of ponies. Blood covered the floor and the metallic odor made the air sickly to breath. Each body covered in cuts and teeth marks.

She knew everypony there, her parents, her friends, even Sketch and Swift were killed in the cave. Her heart raced as she went on, Creek, Lily and even Mr. Jabber. Her stomach twisted in knots and the screeching noises of voices echoed in the cave.

"You failed us! You failed us!" They chanted.

The voices were of all who were killed in the cave. Lightning turned and began to run, but the exit stretched on forever and she couldn't escape the chanting. It became louder and louder and there was a beeping sound.

Lightning awakened to the sound of her alarm. She soothed, it was all just a nightmare. It was time to get ready anyways. Lightning turned off the alarm and began to gather everything together. It was hard to focus, she was just so tired. Her limbs felt weak and she could hardly move. She wondered what training would be like. How difficult would it be for the first day?