CRACK!

Lightning arced through the sky creating a brilliant flash of light. The veins of the plasmatic display reaching out towards the ground as if trying to cling onto the earth and pull itself down.

BOOM!

Thunder followed in suit, the powerful vibrations causing the air to ripple and the animals on the ground to scurry for shelter.

“AAAHHH!”

Storms don’t scream, but out of control pegasi traveling near the speed of sound do.

If anypony could see through the thick cluster of storm clouds, they would witness a visual performance that rivaled that of a sonic rainboom.

Blinding flashes of light fire off in rapid succession as the pegasus hurtles towards the ground, picking up momentum with every passing cloud.

It isn’t long before he feels a pit form in his stomach and a pressure in his head as darkness covers his field of vision and unconsciousness takes him away.

Zephyr

His mind snaps itself back to reality as his wings snap open and quickly reorient his body. Lightning arcs off his body as he dives through the storm clouds in search of a white needle among the haystack.

There she is!

She was too far, she was falling too fast, but he had to try. He could feel the heat radiating off his body as he uses his wings to propel himself towards her. The ground gets larger and larger in front of him as he continues his dive.

I'm too slow

He flaps his wings harder as he nears her, his muscles burn and his lungs scream but he refuses to slow down. Mere seconds from hitting the ground he opens his bag, a familiar material reaching his hooves.

Gotcha!

With no time to celebrate his silent victory, he grabs her and pulls up as hard as he can before they met the earth.

Welcome to Ponyville

The giant sign did a pretty good job of stating its purpose. A lone pony walked along the winding dirt path that lead to the small village.

The weight of his saddle bags slowed him down as he ran a hoof along his white coat, itching where the leather met his back.

Leather may not be a common material to come by in Ponyville, but in Cloudsdale, the stuff was everywhere. No other material could handle the lifestyle of a pegasus so effortlessly. The pegasus adjusted his bags until a slightly less uncomfortable position was found, then continued forwards, his blue eyes pressing ahead.

It wasn't long before he began to see some of the buildings come into view beyond the tree line. A huge farm presented itself, trees adorned with bright red fruit as well as ploughed fields made themselves known among the green fields that seemed to range on for miles. The smell of apples found his nose as his mouth began to water and his stomach reminded him of how hungry he was.

The skies were completely clear except for one huge bundle of clouds looming well above the rest of the city. Whether being used as small point of shade or as a napping zone for some lazy pegasus, he didn't know.

It wasn't long before the sound of music reached his ears, there must have been a festival going on in town because the music continued to get louder as he walked forwards.

What is that?

A large selection of instruments on wheels appeared down the road and a realisation dawned on him. He gave the one man band a dumbfounded look as it made it's way towards him. How could one pony play all those instruments? It's impossible, yet there he stood in awe as a pink pony stretched and contorted to reach each one. The sound of the polka got louder still as it reached its pinnacle, the pink pony a blur as the music came to an end.

Once the contraption was several feet from him, it came to a screeching halt and the pony stepped off in front of him.

She had bright blue eyes and a pink mane that threatened to swallow her whole, her tail swished back and forth in excitement as she smiled so brightly that it put Celestia sun to shame. They both stood there for a moment, just looking at one another before she took a deep breath and said,

"I haven't seen you around here so that means you must be new and when I got an itchy mane and a wavy tail I knew someone was coming and I just got so excited I told the Cakes I had to go for the day - now that I think about it I probably should have turned the oven off first - but I just couldn't wait!"

The pony seemed to vibrate as she talked, she inhaled again before continuing.

"Oh but where are my manners, Granny Pie always said you should get a pony's name before talking to them, my name is Pinkie Pie but you can just call me Pinkie! That's what everyone around here calls me, at least everyone but Gummy but don't you pay him any mind, what's your name?"

"Clo-"

The pony paused for a second, after clearing his throat he says,

"My name is Staccato, Staccato Strings, nice to meet you Pinkie."

Staccato extends a hoof to Pinkie, but she ignores it, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

“Hmm...Staccato...It's a great name but I think I’ll call you Stick instead ok?”

“Uh” was about all the input he got on his new nickname before Pinkie gasps loudly, cutting him off once again.

“We have to go!” She says with sudden panic, “We’re gonna be late for the party!”

“What party?”

“Well duh, your welcome to Ponyville party silly! Let's go!”

And with that Stick found himself being dragged along by the pink pony with strength that only an earth pony could muster.

Author's Note

This is my second story, so any feedback or opinions would be much appreciated. I'm in school right now so writing chapter will be difficult to do in a timely manner but if you stick with me I wont leave you hanging.