The Thunder Twist Chronicle

Chapter Four

Guys I wanna apologize for the space in between these last posts. I’ve had some serious writers block, and I didn’t know which direction to take the story. I also want to make this the best story possible so please be patient with me

I wake up then next morning wondering where I am. Now I remember. I met my grandmother last night. I’m somewhere on the edge of the map, where weather Pegasus only come around twice a year. Oh yeah, and she’s going to train me. I get up off the bed and head downstairs, where Gramma is already making breakfast.

“Morning, sonny,” she says cheerfully. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did actually,” I reply with a yawn. “Oh, wait, I forgot something upstairs.” I run up the stairs, open the door to my room, and open my bag. I grab the urn that Ma is in and head back downstairs. I walk past the kitchen to the living room and place Ma’s ashes on the table next to her baby picture. I then went back into the kitchen where Gramma had set out some breakfast muffins.

“So, Twist, what did you rush off in a hurry to do?”

“I went to get Ma’s ashes and put them on the table in the living room. Oh, hot hot. Mmm blueberry.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had her ashes. Well, thank you for putting them there.”

“Sure thing, Gramma. What are we going to be learning today?”

“Well, I want to see how well of a flyer you are at this moment, so we’ll be doing agility and speed and endurance tests today. Based on that, I’ll decide what I have to teach you.”

“Sounds good,” I say as I finish my fifth muffin. “When do we start?”

“As soon as you’re ready.”

I stand up from the table. “Then let’s get started!”

The rest of the day is spent with me flying hoops, fly as fast as I can and flying for hours at a time. All in all, a dull day. However, there is one moment worth mentioning.

It was during my speed drills, and I thought I’m gonna hit my limit this time. I sped off in the direction toward Gramma. When I was about100 feet from her, I hit some heavy resistance.

“I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna do it.”

However, I stopped all of a sudden. “Ah, horse apples,” and I got flung back. Luckily I kept my bearings well enough to stop myself before I got hurt.

“Well, that was close, sonny,” Gramma said when I got back to her. “But don’t beat yourself up over it. Only one pony has ever broken the sound barrier, and that was your mom.”

“I know,” I replied. I felt happy I had come so close to it. With a little bit more training I could do it.

We stayed out for about another hour. Now I’m sitting at the kitchen table while Gramma prepares dinner. We eat, making small talk the whole while, nothing that important. I head up to my room afterword and pass out on my bed.

That’s how my days go for the next year. Wake up, eat, train, eat, and sleep. Gramma is a good coach. I’m getting better at flying, but not faster, I can’t break the sound barrier yet. I keep trying, getting a little bit further each time, but I have to take a break from speed training for a week after each failed attempt. That first year shows marginal improvement. During the second year, however, I start making great strides.

It’s during one of the down times after a failed breach that I’m working on my agility, flying in a tight circle. I pick up the speed, pushing myself to my limit. I feel hot all of a sudden, and I look down. I have orange and red flames coming from my forehooves. I don’t panic because I feel no heat, and I keep spinning. This feeling is so exhilarating. I’ve created a flaming tornado reaching all the way to the ground. Sudden inspiration hits me, and I shoot straight up into the air like a sling shot. As I crest the top of the twister, I hear a loud boom behind me. I look back and see a large ring of fire spreading out above the tornado, along with flames tailing me from my tail and hooves.

“Yes, sweet Celestia, I did it!” I soar back to the house where Gramma is waiting for me. “Did you see me, Gramma? Huh? Huh? Did you see? I broke the sound barrier. It was so awesome!”

“Yeah I saw, sonny. It was different from your mom’s, so we’re going to have to name it something else. Hmmmm, how about… the Flare Bomb. How’s that sound to you.”

“That sounds amazing,” I exclaim.

“Whoa, what do we have here?” She leans forward to examine my flank. I follow her gaze to the new mark on my flank. I see two lightning bolts, seemingly on fire, intertwined around each other.

“Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh. Best. Day. EVER!!!!!”

I walk into the living room after a celebratory dinner of roasted asparagus, and I grab Ma’s ashes and take them to my room.

“Ma,” I say to the urn that holds her. “I did it today. I broke the sound barrier. I call it the Flare Bomb. Did you see? Did I make you proud? I miss you, Ma. I wish you were here to see me.” I gently set the urn down next to my bed and fall asleep, my dreams filled with fly with the famous Rainbow Dash, my Ma.