A fire inside

10 months ago...

"You won't be able to keep her, Spits!" Soarin pleaded, his oldest friend glaring at him, her eyes on fire. Spitfire was going to have a foal, and even though she knew that she would most likely have to get an abortion, she wouldn't give up trying to convince Soarin that she would be fine with a foal. She was already a month into the pregnancy, and her friends and family kept asking if she was pregnant, to which she gave no answer.

"I'll be fine!" She spat back, her words tinged with venom.

"No you won't, Spitfire, not with flying and the wonderbolts!" He yelled back, turning around and walking out of the cloud house. Spitfire huffed, her face still red from the arguing. She knew she shouldn't exhaust herself, so she went to the snowfridge, snatched a snowcone out and sat down on the couch. Spitfire thought about the next ten months, shuddering at the idea of not being able to fly.

"I wonder when to tell the others?" She asked herself, pondering out loud. Spitfire crunched on the snowcone, giving her brain freeze."I guess I better get to bed, after all, I still need to practice the banana split and corkscrew whirl routine with the others." She decided, clambering off the couch and onto the floor. Spitfire hauled herself up the stairs, entered her room and flopped onto the bed, fast asleep.