The Adventures of Aurora

Lightning forked the sky, drowning out the dreaded noise of rain tapping against the library window for a couple of seconds.

Startled, I cowered next to a book case.

“Twilight? Could you get me the book, quickly? I need to get home before the rain turns into hail...”

“Sorry, Aurora... I need to look herder for it! One sec!” The unicorn said as she rummaged through some more books. “AHA! Here it is. It's been hiding from me, I swear!” She laughed.

“Thanks a lot, twi!”

“Now, Aurora, I need you to tuck it under your wing so that you dont get it wet, okay? Its a classic!” She blushed at her nerdiness.

“umm. Sure, but how will I fly home?” She was about to say something, but I cut her off. “Ill figure out something.”

I trotted out the door, tucking the book under my wing. Then, galloping out into the hellstorm, I yelled just for the fun of it.

Charging through the rain at a breakneck speed that might just match rainbow dash's, I ran. When I got under cloudsdale, I cowered under a tree and thought.

Then, after a moment of thinking, I grabbed the book out of my wing, still warm and hugged it to my chest. Then, I took off to the sky, the book staying completely dry.

As soon as I broke the surface of the clouds, the sun hit me. It shone, covering the cloud city in afternoon light. I laughed. Ponyville was having the storm of their life, while above, cloudsdale was bathed in light.

I charged for my house, laughing some more. I navigated myself through the cloud city, finally landing on my rear hooves on my porch. Dropping the book and getting on all fours, I tucked my wings. Then, I grabbed the book back up with my wing, neatly tucking it in my soft, yellow feathers.

Trotting inside, I greeted my mom without turning my head.

“hey mom.”

“Hi, Aurora! Ya hungry? Your dad's gonna be home soon!”

She was a pretty mare, looking exactly like me exept for her eyes. They were the colour of fire, unlike mine, which were sea blue. Her eyes scorched and blazed, highlighting her distance features.

“nah. I got some reading to do!” I said, lifting my wing up and showing her the book.

Once I was safely under the covers of my bed, I opened the book.

As Daring Doo trept through the tropical jungle, the wet heat zapped her energy, and slowed her every step.

If only she could escape this appressive atmosphere, and fly up into the cool blue sky. But her crash landing in the jungle had injured her wing, and she was grounded for a few days.

Few days. It might as well have been a few months. Or a few years!

The mosquitos buzzed loudly. The maccaws cried from the high trees.

Yet, all of these distracting noises were not enough to cover the sound of the predators following her every step.

I wiped sweat from my forehead, and out of my light blue mane. Rainbow dash was right. This was an amazing story.

Right as I was about to read the next word,-

“Aurora!” My mom called. “Your father's home!!!!”

Sighing, I picked up the book and crept out of the covers. Dropping the book on my nightstand, I spread my wings and flew down the stairs to meet my dad.

“na-a-a! What did I tell you about flying through the house? Go back up the steps and WALK down calmly. There is no need for us to sound like a heard of geese.” My mother scolded.

Ignoring her, I flew over to my dad. He was a fine stallion, With an aqua coloured coat, and the same mane as me and my mom. I hugged him.

“How was your day of work, dad?” I asked.

“You wont find out untill you go back and walk down the stairs.” My mom complained with a smile.

“aww, let her off the hook for once!” my dad said. “you know how much she loves to fly.”

“yeah, yeah...” she muttered. “come and have some dinner.”

Around the dinner table we three pegesi sat, stuffing our faces. Pegesi were alwayes hungry. No matter what.

The food was good. My mom's awesome carrot mush, wich sounded gross but was the best thing you ever tasted.

For desert, we had mint leaf ice cream, which was my most favourite dessert. Dad talked about his work, how hard it was to bring the heavy, water filled clouds to rain over ponyville.

Clouds were very stubborn, sometimes raining without a kick. That was very frustrating indeed, because then they would run out and have to be filled again in the nearest pond. It was very frustrating when you got a mad cloud.

So, while my mom and dad got carried away in other talk, I slipped away into my room. Deciding that I was not tired yet, I punched a hole in my wall. It was small enough for me to slip in and out.

I flew along Cloudsdale, and then, deciding that it was not that interesting, I changed course, pointing my hooves downward to ponyville. Downward I went, slowly ascending.

When I got to the ground, I folded my wings and trotted over to a place I knew well. The weather seemed to have calmed down quite quickly, leaving the ground wet, but not the air.

A pond, small and simple was there. But, unlike some ponds, this one had inhabitants. Small frogs and snails, even some little fish.

The pond was in a small field that was dotted with daisys. They were really nice. (tasting, of course.)

I went there that day and sat down. It took me quite a while to get there, and I rested on the bank, breathing heavily.

“hello pond.” I said, as if it would respond.

The pond rippled from a fish moving fast, but other than that it stayed silent.

“today was.. pretty nice. Like any other day, I guess.”

The fish in the pond moved around some more, creating disturbance in the pond's surface.

I grew bored of the pond soon.

Spreading my wings, I took off into the night's sky, loving the dizzy feeling of flying. I flew over the rooftops of ponyville, not making a sound. I flew torwards the sunset.

After a while, my wings began to tire, and mild pain shot through them on every stroke. Pushing on, I kept in the air.

I liked testing my endurance, to push myself further and further. It was nice, knowing that the pain only builds stronger wing bones.

I finnaly landed on a hill that seemed to be built for sunset watching.

Settleing myself down onto it, I watched the sky light on fire.

Half hidden by another hill, the sunset's colours seared through the night's sky, burning the clouds and the far away horizon. Orange and red and yellow and pink was all I saw. It was the best sunset yet.

I sat there, drinking in the beauty of the sunset untill the fire in the sky calmed. It deepened colour, turning a deep blue. So deep, it was hard to tell weather it was black or blue or purple.

Snapping out of it, I realized that mom would be coming in my room to tuck me in any moment now. Just as I stood up and untucked my wings, a voice stopped me straight in my tracks. It was mocking, stretching out the 'o' in my name.

“aurooooooora!!” It sounded mean. “Were are you going?”

I turned around to see three stallions. They were buff, looked about a couple of years older than me. These bullies liked to beat up blank-flanks like me.

One was orange, the other was grey and the third was brown. Their cutie marks were all some sort of an athletic tool. A basket ball, a baseball bat, and a hockey stick. They were all pegesi.

“You have a playdate with my fist!”

I gulped.