The Thunder Twist Chronicle

Chapter Three
The credit for White Cloud and Lightning Dash goes to ajfsrd22. Thank you for letting me use these concepts.

I leap into the sky and speed to south before anypony has a chance to see me. It’s only about nine o’ clock, so I have plenty of time to fly. I just couldn’t be around those ponies right now. I need to be alone with Ma.

I feel the worst about leaving Sil though. She was my best friend, and, if we had more time to grow up together, I think we could have evolved that relationship. I didn’t really know the others that well except for Mrs. Rarity, and she was always busy making dresses or suits.

Believe it or not, this contraption on my face makes it easier to breathe while flying so my endurance is much higher than it used to be. I’m able to fly for hours on end without taking a break. However, a pony still needs sustenance, so after flying for six hours straight, I land in a meadow to get some flowers.

After eating I take off again. I fly all through the night and all of the next day, too, stopping only for food, water, and the bathroom. During the evening of my second day of flying, I see a lone house in the clouds. I thought I was far removed from civilization, but then why is this house here. I make up my mind to see if anyone is home and if they might have a spare bed, ‘cause I gotta tell ya, I’m spent.

I fly up to the door and am about to knock when the door flies open. An old mare is standing in front of me with a basket hanging from her mouth. She has a royal blue coat, with a short curly yellow mane. She has a cutie mark of just a plain white, fluffy cloud. Her magenta eyes open wide in shock to see the pony with his whole face covered with weird devices.

I am the first to recover, “Excuse me, ma’am, but I have been travelling a very long distance in a very short while. I was wondering if you might have a spare room I can bunk down in for the night. I will leave in the morning.”

She looks me over, “Fine, then. Make yourself at home. I was just about to go out and grab some plants for dinner. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

“Thank you, Miss…Mrs… Ms…”

“It’s Ms. White Cloud, but you may call me White Cloud.”

“Thank you, White Cloud.”

“No problem, sonny.” With that she walks out the door.

I go over to the couch and sit down. I notice pictures on the table and I take a look. The first photo I look at is one of a racing Pegasus. He has a white coat with and electric blue mane. The photo is even signed. To my loving wife, White Cloud, and my beautiful daughter, Rainbow Dash. Love, Husband and Daddy, Lightning Dash.

I read that last word over and over again trying to make sense of it. Ma never told me about her mother or father. I thought it was a sore subject so I never brought it up. To think that my grampa was a racing Pegasus. But why would my grandmother be living out here, away from civilization?

The next photo I see makes me break down and cry. It’s a picture of that same Pegasus, Lightning Dash, my grandfather holding a baby cyan filly with a rainbow mane. Seeing my Ma like this just puts me over the edge. I start heaving with uncontrollable sobs. I’m so wrapped up in my own misery that I don’t hear the front door open and close as White Cloud walks in.

“Hey, there, sonny,” she says consolingly as she sits down next to me and wraps a foreleg around my shoulders. “It’s going to be alright.”

“No,” I shudder through the tears, “it… won’t… She’s n-never coming back. I-I m-miss her so m-much, but she’s never coming b-back.”

“Who’s never coming back, dearie?”

“My… My Ma. She crashed during a performance, and… and she never got up.” I can’t bring myself to tell her that it was also her daughter who had died. I don’t want her to feel that pain, too.

“Oh, dearie, I’m here for you. You can stay as long as you like. Let’s have some dinner then get to bed. Just let me roast the asparagus then we can hit the hay.”

“O-Ok,” I reply, trying to regain my composure.

When the food is ready, we sit down to the table and eat. The asparagus is almost as good as Ma’s. I mention this, saying that Ma made it especially for me ‘cause it was my favorite.

“It was my, daughter’s favorite, too. She always begged me to make it. I felt so bad, but after her father died, I couldn’t take care of her anymore. I really do hope my little Dashie is doing OK.”

I know that now I have to tell her. “White Cloud, I have to tell you. Your daughter is not doing fine. She died six days ago.”

She looks at me in astonishment for a second. Her eyes then turn to tears as she starts crying. “How… How do you know?”

“I was there. She let me perform with her during a Wonderbolts show, and she crashed into the ground after doing a Sonic Rainboom. She was dead on impact. I’m sorry… Gramma.”

“Gramma?” she says, astounded. “Wait so you’re… you’re Dashie’s son?” I nod. “Well, in that case, would you want to live with me? It would be nice having you around. I can teach you and make you a great flyer like your mother and my husband. Oh, listen to me! I haven’t even asked you your name yet.”

“It’s Thunder Twist, and I would be happy to live with you.”

I crawl up to my new room in my new house and lie on the bed thinking. I am oddly happy now. I feel content. Like this is where I need to be. The strain of the past few days finally overcomes me, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face…