Author's Note

The first part is Minty's POV

3*7: Rainbow Magic

"Tho, Minty," Pinkie Pie muttered thadly. "You thee, I found thith greeeaat fanfiction- it hath some of the betht firstht-pony narrating I've ever theen, and it had me, and it had you but you were her-" she gestured towards Twilight- "and all our friendth were there in one of the chapterth, but......"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, it'th jutht that......You thee......It'th a great fanfic, but......Who the hell nameth their fanfic thomething thtupid like 'The Pony POV Ssseriesss'?"

Sbe sighed. "Thome ponieth jutht aren't good at naming thingth."

I nodded in agreement before turning behind me to see what had exploded. Oh, did I mention I heard an explosion? I probably should have started with that. I'm not too good at this 'telling stories' thing.

"What was that noise?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked in return.

"I heard somepony saying something."

She shrugged. "Probably jutht about to rain."

I was about to point out that ponies don't hear voices when it rains when I felt something wet on my ear. I looked up. Drops of light brown liquid were falling out of the sky.

"Yes!" Scootaloo yelled. "It's raining chocolate milk again!"

Twilight sighed and turned to StarSong. "We'll have to cancel the patrol flight, my friend Discord told me that airquakes are twenty times as likely when it's raining chocolate milk."

"What?" choked Celestia.

"You heard me."

I sighed, trotting away. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I felt like going for a walk. I shook the chocolate milk out of my pink mane with a grin. I didn't know why I was grinning, or caring about the state of my mane. As I trotted around in search of something to do, I found myself drawing my Cutie Mark in the dirt.

I stared. Something seemed wrong. I drew a blotchy spot around it and a few spots around it. Perfect!

That was when I realised how hungry I was. After a few unsuccessfull attempts to find more food we had agreed it would be easier to just graze the grass and keep on the move so we didn't run out. Maybe we would find some food anyway if we stayed on the move. We had also agreed to stay close to the river so we always had water handy.

I bent my neck down and took a bite out of the grass. It actually wasn't that bad. No wonder caveponies ate this stuff! Of course after a few seconds all of the fresh grass was out of reach so I stepped forward. After a while I had just started walking along and taking bites of the grass. Every so often I felt like I should turn. Dunno why.

For some reason I continued eating long after I was full. I should have felt guilty about not saving it for the others but I didn't, and it felt like I needed to finish something. After a while I finally stopped.

Pinkie Pie, having clearly ignored Twilight's warning about airquakes, was tail-helicopter-flying above me. "Wow!" she yelled. "I'm thurprithed how legibly you managed to thubconthiously write 'Poithon Mint' in the grath!"

Okay, what?!

"Simply fabulous, darling!"

"Really? You really think so?"

Rainbow Dash nodded. "I love all the, well, rainbows."

Sweetie Belle blushed. Toola-Roola sighed, blowing her mane out of her eyes. "Rainbow Dash, you love everything with rainbows!"

"What's wrong with that?"

Sweetie Belle smiled, using her magic to add a few more shades of pink to the swirling colours. Scootaloo stared. "That's really impressive, Sweetie!"

"It ith!" declared Pinkie Pie. "In fact, it'th about to cut to Twilight thinking about jutht how imprethive it ith!"

Twilight stared. How old was that filly? Probably eleven. Even if she was just short, there was no way she was older than twelve. What had she been doing when she was twelve? Struggling in her first year of Celestia's Academy for Gifted Unicorns. The rainbow swirl spell- she had learnt it when she was almost fifteen, and even now it only just surpassed what she was seeing now. She stepped forward.

"Sweetie Belle," she asked. "Do you think you would be able to do that, but just in- err- pink, purple and blue?"

Sweetie Belle nodded, and the magnificent spiral of colours went grey for a second before once again flooding with pink, purple and blue. It seemed a little slower than before, maybe a little jerkier.

"Alright, now try with just pink."

The blue and purple faded away into pink and the spiralling slowed down more, jerking around every few seconds. After a few minutes it faded away. "Sorry!" muttered Sweetie Belle.

Twilight ignored her. "Rainbows.....rainbow magic....."

"Rainbows?" asked Sweetie Belle. "I know a lot about rainbows!"

"No, I do!" protested Rainbow dash.

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"No, I do!"

"Sorry, Rainbow," decided Scootaloo. "but I'm gonna have to give it to Sweetie Belle. She was created by rainbows, after all!"

"What?" asked Sunset, looking up.

"Oh yeah," explained Sweetie Belle. "I was created when two rainbows crossed when the others were foals for some reason."

"Shouldn't you have told me that earlier?"

"Yeah," muttered Toola-Roola, blowing her mane out of her eyes. "Great conversation starter. 'Hi, I'm Sweetie Belle, and I was created by the most inprobable thing that could possibly ever happen, because being born is too mainstream'."

"Crap!" swore Cheerilee.

Sweetie Belle blocked her ears. "What is it?" asked Rainbow Dash.

"I just realised- I could have told Scootaloo ponies are born when two rainbows line up and it would have technically been true! I didn't have to have that awkward conversation about-"

"LALALALALA! WE PROMISED WE WOULD NEVER TALK ABOUT THIS EVER AGAIN! LA LA LA LA LA!"

"What does she mean?" asked Sweetie Belle.

Twilight chose that moment to very loudly drop several books on the floor, and then pick them up with her magic and very loudly drop them again.

"Thanks!" Scootaloo mouthed.

Twilight magically grabbed one of the books again, feeling a twinge of guilt that she hadn't finished the last book and the diary. She had been too busy, what with the Sweetie-Belle-Trying-To-Kill-Everypony thing. When was a better time to start than now?

She bit her lip, sighing for a second, and opened the book.