Star In The Dark

The wind whistled by her mane as she whipped through the air. She twisted, turning by the nearby tree. Her Star guided her forwards, and a small scattering of rainbow light played near her hooves. She breathed in, the air swirling into her nostrils.

Rainbow Dash was alone.

Before her, a monolith rose into the air like a jagged rip in the world. The glowing stream flowing off of the peak shimmered, but Rainbow Dash held no allusions as to its true purpose. As a pulse began to work its way into the workings of the world, she soldiered forwards through the thickening air. Her Star pulsed her rainbow ever brighter.

Rainbow Dash was alone.

She could feel her Star, roaring defiantly against the wind. Her wings pushed outwards, the air around them solidifying into tangible substance. She could feel her magic, holding the cloud and keeping its form.

Rainbow Dash was alone.

The wind tore by her fur, and she shuddered, holding the condensed water together with an effort of supreme will. As the pulse began to abate, retreating into the glow, she began to relax onto her resting spot.

Rainbow Dash was alone.

She needed to maintain the knowledge of others. Her Star was the connection, and she would be damned before she let it go astray.

Rainbow Dash was alone.

If she had to give away her Star to do so, then so be it.