Double Diamond and Night Glider love storyby TheSouthernBronyChaptersChapter two: Night GliderChapter 3: after raceChapter one: Double DiamondChapter two: Night GliderIt was around 7 or 8 in the morning as I flew over the beautiful, but dangerous Trottonadian frontier. Out here, life was difficult, quite different from the big cities like I grew up in. I was wearing my usual flight outfit: a pair of goggles, my favorite blue scarf, a thick, brown jacket, my saddle full of supplies, and my old analog watch, which helped made sure I made my deliveries on time. I worked for a Trottonadian shipping company whose customers lived out in the frontier, especially in British Hoofonia, the pay was pretty good, and I loved my job since it allowed me to meet some decent ponies. Looking at my watch, I knew that my destination was only 5 minutes away, and I had to be there at 8:40; it was only 8:35. " good", I thought to myself, looking down below me. Thankfully, I reached my destination on time: a cabin on a hill surrounded by trees and a small creek behind it. " Mr. Barkison and his wife", I thought aloud, making a smooth landing on the front lawn. I walked up to the door, and knocked. A elderly stallion opened the door. He was a earth pony, with grayish skin, white hair, a flannel shirt, but had a warm smile on his face. " Night Glider, it's great to see you, came for the monthly deliveries, haven't you", he asked with a hearty laugh. Smiling, I reply, " yes sir, Mr. Barkinson, here's your usual medicine and other essentials". Taking the supplies out of my bag, I give them to Mr. Barkinson, who lays them on the table. He signs the papers, and he says, " here, about some hot food and some coffee"? My stomach rumbles and I reply, " sure". For about half a hour, I ate biscuits and drank coffee with Mr. Barkinson, which was alot of fun. " I say, Miss Glider, you are a lovely young mare, I bet you have a coltfriend", Mr.Barkinson said charmingly. Blushing, I reply, " actually, I don't, sir. I've hadn't had a coltfriend since I was a freshman in college". Mr. Barkinson nodded and said, " well, I'm sure you'll find that special somepony eventually." Shrugging, I say, " that's awfully kind of you, Mr. Barkinson, but really, I'm nopony special, I'm just a delivery mare". He looks at me sternly, " Night, everypony has something special in them. You may not see it, but I see somepony who would make any stallion or mare happy". I nod slowly and place my food and cup down. " well, it was nice seeing you again, Mr and Mrs. Barkinson, but I got to run some more deliveries, see you later", I said, grabbing my gear and flying off again to complete my rounds. From that moment on, though, I couldn't stop thinking about what Mr. Barkinson had told me.... Chapter 3: after raceSpeedy walked up behind me and gave me a slap on the back. " haha, you did good there, you crazy colt, thought you were going to get yourself hurt", Speedy exclaims, laughing. I just smiled and replied, " yeah, well, maybe if you didn't boast so much, you'd could actually beat me". " PFFF, what ya talking about, I don't boast, you must be hearing things, or you must be getting old", he said, nudging my shoulder. " not in the slightest, my unicorn friend, I just used a better technique than you, that's all," I reply. Speedy rolled his eyes at me. " oh, don't be so modest, Diamond, this is your victory, celebrate it", he said. " eh, I never liked showing off my accomplishments like that, it's a sign of arrogance and pride, both of which I can't stand, " I reply, looking over at the crowd. Speedy sighed. " I never understood that about you, Double Diamond, you've always been the most modest out of any other snow skiers in our class, yet you've always been the best, how come", Speedy asks. I looked at him and said, " I don't believe in showing off. My victories come from my skill and strategies as a skier, not from a over reliance of pride. Too many athletes rely on their pride, not their skill". I could tell Speedy still didn't get it, I guess to him, it makes no sense that I don't show any " pride" or going crazy when I win. For me, winning isn't everything, for as long as all of the skiers try their hardest and best, that's all that matters. As the two of us walked past the gate to the road, a swarm of fangirls come after me. " OH MY CELESTIA! DOUBLE DIAMOND, PLEASE SIGN THIS", was pretty much all I heard. Apparently I was something of a celebrity among the mare fans of the sport, which I found quite odd, but hey, it doesn't bother me that much. After signing autographs, or at least, as many as I can, I headed back home to my cabin. Chapter one: Double DiamondI stood at the top of the hill with the other skiers, wind blowing as little more than a breeze. The downhill was quite steep, so I knew we were going to be going fast really quick. Turning to the stallion on my right, I said, "well, Speedy, looks like I'm leaving you behind in the snow". He laughed and yelled " oh yeah, wait till I beat you first, Diamond boy". "skiers, starting positions", the announcer yells. We skiers put on our skiing goggles and placed our hooves into our skis. " on your mark".... I ready myself, I get focused, and I begin controlling my breathing. "Get set"..... The moment before he said " go" time seemed to slow down, the wind seemed louder and i could hear the steady thump thump of my heartbeat. "GO"! Almost instantly, I leaped with my skis on the snowy hill and began speeding up quickly. It's a strange sensation, going that fast, you can see nothing ahead of you besides the track, and the mind just focuses on the task, like all other brain functions stop. As we raced downhill, I could feel the cold wind biting at my face, and I am quite sure some of the other skiers were shocked that I past them, not that I could see it, we were traveling so fast. Eventually, it was just me and my buddy, Speedy. " okay, Diamond, if you time this just right, you can pass him easily", I thought to myself as I planned my move. When I felt the right moment come out, I thought, " NOW" and I made a pass, swinging wide and passing him with ease. From there, it was a straight shot at the finish line, and after I passed it, the crowd cheered. " OH, and that's another great race for the Toronto Snow skiing competition , give it up for Double Diamond", the announcer shouted. I took off my goggles and smiled, waving at the audience. " OH MY CELESTIA! DOUBLE DIAMOND", a group of fangirls were screaming and squealing. I just smiled and shook my head.
Chapter two: Night GliderIt was around 7 or 8 in the morning as I flew over the beautiful, but dangerous Trottonadian frontier. Out here, life was difficult, quite different from the big cities like I grew up in. I was wearing my usual flight outfit: a pair of goggles, my favorite blue scarf, a thick, brown jacket, my saddle full of supplies, and my old analog watch, which helped made sure I made my deliveries on time. I worked for a Trottonadian shipping company whose customers lived out in the frontier, especially in British Hoofonia, the pay was pretty good, and I loved my job since it allowed me to meet some decent ponies. Looking at my watch, I knew that my destination was only 5 minutes away, and I had to be there at 8:40; it was only 8:35. " good", I thought to myself, looking down below me. Thankfully, I reached my destination on time: a cabin on a hill surrounded by trees and a small creek behind it. " Mr. Barkison and his wife", I thought aloud, making a smooth landing on the front lawn. I walked up to the door, and knocked. A elderly stallion opened the door. He was a earth pony, with grayish skin, white hair, a flannel shirt, but had a warm smile on his face. " Night Glider, it's great to see you, came for the monthly deliveries, haven't you", he asked with a hearty laugh. Smiling, I reply, " yes sir, Mr. Barkinson, here's your usual medicine and other essentials". Taking the supplies out of my bag, I give them to Mr. Barkinson, who lays them on the table. He signs the papers, and he says, " here, about some hot food and some coffee"? My stomach rumbles and I reply, " sure". For about half a hour, I ate biscuits and drank coffee with Mr. Barkinson, which was alot of fun. " I say, Miss Glider, you are a lovely young mare, I bet you have a coltfriend", Mr.Barkinson said charmingly. Blushing, I reply, " actually, I don't, sir. I've hadn't had a coltfriend since I was a freshman in college". Mr. Barkinson nodded and said, " well, I'm sure you'll find that special somepony eventually." Shrugging, I say, " that's awfully kind of you, Mr. Barkinson, but really, I'm nopony special, I'm just a delivery mare". He looks at me sternly, " Night, everypony has something special in them. You may not see it, but I see somepony who would make any stallion or mare happy". I nod slowly and place my food and cup down. " well, it was nice seeing you again, Mr and Mrs. Barkinson, but I got to run some more deliveries, see you later", I said, grabbing my gear and flying off again to complete my rounds. From that moment on, though, I couldn't stop thinking about what Mr. Barkinson had told me....
Chapter 3: after raceSpeedy walked up behind me and gave me a slap on the back. " haha, you did good there, you crazy colt, thought you were going to get yourself hurt", Speedy exclaims, laughing. I just smiled and replied, " yeah, well, maybe if you didn't boast so much, you'd could actually beat me". " PFFF, what ya talking about, I don't boast, you must be hearing things, or you must be getting old", he said, nudging my shoulder. " not in the slightest, my unicorn friend, I just used a better technique than you, that's all," I reply. Speedy rolled his eyes at me. " oh, don't be so modest, Diamond, this is your victory, celebrate it", he said. " eh, I never liked showing off my accomplishments like that, it's a sign of arrogance and pride, both of which I can't stand, " I reply, looking over at the crowd. Speedy sighed. " I never understood that about you, Double Diamond, you've always been the most modest out of any other snow skiers in our class, yet you've always been the best, how come", Speedy asks. I looked at him and said, " I don't believe in showing off. My victories come from my skill and strategies as a skier, not from a over reliance of pride. Too many athletes rely on their pride, not their skill". I could tell Speedy still didn't get it, I guess to him, it makes no sense that I don't show any " pride" or going crazy when I win. For me, winning isn't everything, for as long as all of the skiers try their hardest and best, that's all that matters. As the two of us walked past the gate to the road, a swarm of fangirls come after me. " OH MY CELESTIA! DOUBLE DIAMOND, PLEASE SIGN THIS", was pretty much all I heard. Apparently I was something of a celebrity among the mare fans of the sport, which I found quite odd, but hey, it doesn't bother me that much. After signing autographs, or at least, as many as I can, I headed back home to my cabin.
Chapter one: Double DiamondI stood at the top of the hill with the other skiers, wind blowing as little more than a breeze. The downhill was quite steep, so I knew we were going to be going fast really quick. Turning to the stallion on my right, I said, "well, Speedy, looks like I'm leaving you behind in the snow". He laughed and yelled " oh yeah, wait till I beat you first, Diamond boy". "skiers, starting positions", the announcer yells. We skiers put on our skiing goggles and placed our hooves into our skis. " on your mark".... I ready myself, I get focused, and I begin controlling my breathing. "Get set"..... The moment before he said " go" time seemed to slow down, the wind seemed louder and i could hear the steady thump thump of my heartbeat. "GO"! Almost instantly, I leaped with my skis on the snowy hill and began speeding up quickly. It's a strange sensation, going that fast, you can see nothing ahead of you besides the track, and the mind just focuses on the task, like all other brain functions stop. As we raced downhill, I could feel the cold wind biting at my face, and I am quite sure some of the other skiers were shocked that I past them, not that I could see it, we were traveling so fast. Eventually, it was just me and my buddy, Speedy. " okay, Diamond, if you time this just right, you can pass him easily", I thought to myself as I planned my move. When I felt the right moment come out, I thought, " NOW" and I made a pass, swinging wide and passing him with ease. From there, it was a straight shot at the finish line, and after I passed it, the crowd cheered. " OH, and that's another great race for the Toronto Snow skiing competition , give it up for Double Diamond", the announcer shouted. I took off my goggles and smiled, waving at the audience. " OH MY CELESTIA! DOUBLE DIAMOND", a group of fangirls were screaming and squealing. I just smiled and shook my head.
