It was yet another regular day in the capital of Washington DC. The clouds were grey and covered the normally clear blue sky, the warm wind carried the smell of rain that was soon to come, and the air was filled with the sense of loss and mourning. It was, in an ironic way, a perfect day, given the events that were soon to take place.

I slightly adjusted my position on the roof’s edge, trying to find a comfortable place on the rough stone, but that was proving a little difficult with the small metal buttons on my jeans digging into my skin. Sighing, I gave up on the futile effort, and simply settled on looking down at the large crowd of people mingling about in the white house’s large courtyard. In front of the group, was a wooden stage with a podium in the center, and behind that, was a white tarp covering a large uneven structure. Possibly another statue for the garden based on the size and bit of white marble peeking out from the bottom of the tarp.

“I still think we might be a little too close for comfort,” said a girl with a soft voice from behind me.

“If we were any further, we wouldn’t be able to see anythin,” replied another girl’s voice with a southern drawl.

“Yeah, plus we wouldn’t be able to get ahold on these good snacks,” said another girl with a high pitched voice, and was quickly followed by the sound of food being eaten. There was a moment of silence for a few seconds, then a girl with a British accent spoke, though there was a tone of confusion laced in her voice.

“How were you able to get that without being seen?” she asked, though I doubted she would get a logical answer from the girl. Gently shaking my head, I decided to simply ignore the group and focused on the crowd, though my eyes were scanning over the many faces to spot a specific one out of what must’ve been hundreds.

“Where are you, Scoots?” I gently muttered under my breath. I felt a hand gently rest itself on my left shoulder, but didn’t care to acknowledge its presence.

“I don’t think she’s coming,” Ra—”

“Don’t,” I snapped through gritted teeth. “Don’t ever call me that name again.” I sucked in a breath to calm my nerves, and spoke in as much of a calm manner as possible. “I’m sorry, Twi, it’s just... she’s dead now, and I’d like it to stay that way.” The hand gently tightened its hold on my shoulder, before slowly retracting itself from my body.

“Hey, it’s starting, it’s starting,” the high pitched girl called out in an excited manner, and was quickly followed by a round of shhs from the others. I glanced at the podium, and sure enough, the president was standing there with a sad look on his face. He gently cleared his throat, and spoke into the microphone, his voice reverberating from the large speakers on either side of the stage.

“My fellow Americans, it brings me with great joy to see hundreds, and possibly thousands at home, to gather for this historical moment.”

Yeah, a historical moment my assI thought with a sharp glare towards the man as he continued with his speech.

“I would first like to give my condolences to the many families that were involve during the devastating event, and that I will personally make adequate compensations to those involved.”

No you’re not, you’re just going to sit on your ass like you’ve been doing for the past three yearsHowever, my thoughts only increased my anger the longer I listened to his speech. I wanted to leave, but I had to stay for her sake. I sucked in a breath, and slowly released it to eas my anger, while releasing my tight hold on the edges of the building, leaving my imprinted fingers and palm on the smooth stone.

“I would like to thank Andrew Delson for committing this statue in honor of the six great hero’s that sacrificed themselves to save this great nation. Because without their help, we wouldn’t be here today. Once they were regular high schoolers, going around and hanging out with one another like each one of us does with our own friends, but they one day became something we only thought was in fairy tails and myths. They became true legends.” With that, the large tarp was removed, and the crowd a plodded when the statue was revealed for all to see.

I had to say, it was impressive. The statue showed six girls in their final moments. They were standing atop of what looked to be a mountain, with two of them having their wings spread out like angels, another pair held their hands out before them, each one seeming to glow with the help of lights, and a final pair holding a weapon towards their opponent. On the other side, was a large serpent like creature with several mismatched limbs throughout its body. His eyes were crazed and glowed a hellish red with madness at the mere sight of the six girls. On the base of the statue, was a gold plack that had something written on it. Narrowing my eyes, I was barely able to make out the words, Long live the Legends, written in bold letters.

One of the girls let out an impressed whistle once the crowd had slowly departed from the statue, either going back to talking to one another, or simply leaving to do something else. However, there was a single person that stayed glued before the memorial with two others on either side of her. From the way her dark messy purple hair was angled, I could tell that she was staring up at the statue along with the other two beside her. I couldn’t help the small smile to form on my face once I saw that she was wearing my piolet’s jacket, the old dark brown leather hanging loose around her small form.

Sorry I couldn’t be there for you, Scooter I thought, rising to my feet while also dusting off my jeans. Sighing I turned to face my friends, who stared at the three girls with sad and pained looks.

“Ready?” I asked, breaking their focus. A girl with long slightly purple hair released a heavy sigh as she adjusted her white jacket.

“Yes Darling, I believe we are,” she said with a soft smile. I looked to the others, who gave their own forms of conformation. Nodding, I quickly removed the long light brown trench coat I had been wearing for the past hour. Letting it fall unceremoniously to the ground, I allowed the two large cyan wings on my back to stretch to their full length. Looking at each of the nine foot long feathery appendages, I gave a smile of pride at how well I had been able to adjust to them since the fall.

“Umm, Rainbow, do you want me to carry Pinkie and you take Applejack?” Fluttershy asked. I looked at her for a moment, her long pink hair partially covering her teal eyes. I looked at the two for a brief moment, Applejack was leaning against the edge of the rooftop with her arms crossed over her chest, while Pinkie stood a few inches away from Rarity, lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet as she finished what looked to be a cupcake in hand.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, watching as she unfolded her own large golden wings from her back. “Just try to keep up, alright?” She nodded, and walked over to Pinkie, grabbed her by her armpits, and with one powerful flap of her wings, the two were airborne. Sighing, I looked over at Twilight and Rarity, who were holding our bags over their shoulders. “You guys sure you don’t need my help carrying those?”

Rarity gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Rainbow Dash, how many times do we need to tell you that we are fine, right, Twilight?” The girl in question gave a nod of agreement, but looked as if she was going to crumble to her knees from the sheer weight on her back. “See?” Rarity said with a confident smile. ‘We’ll be fine. Now run along, we’ll meet you at the hotel, alright?”

I let out a defeated sigh, and simply gave the two a small nod. If they want to teleport all our stuff across several miles without our help, then that’s on them. Walking over to Applejack, I gave her a gentle shove as she continued to stare at the three girls from the rim of her stetson. “Hey, you ready, Cowgirl?” I asked. She let out a sad sigh as she nodded, and turned around to where her back was now facing me. Wrapping my arms around her stomach, I tightened my hold to make sure she didn’t slip from my grip. However, just as I was about to lift my friend in the air, I watched as a sly smirk crossed her face from the corner of my eye.

“Enjoying yourself back there?” she asked teasingly, while giving me a quick wink.

“Shut up.” She let out a soft chuckle as I got us airborne, and headed to the general direction of the hotel the six of us were staying at. As I flew, I couldn’t help my thoughts to think back on how this whole thing started, and how the six of us got to this point in our lives. To think, this all happened because of a really fucked up storm. I thought, steeling a glance at the rapidly dissipating statue.

I swear to you, Sam I thought intensely as I turned back to face Fluttershy’s gliding form ahead of us. I’ll find a way to fix this.

Chapter 1

“You’re kidding,” I said, closing my locker after putting away a few of my calculus books inside. The girl that stood to my left only shrugged as she closed her own locker, a textbook on world history clutched tightly against her chest.

“That’s what I heard, Raina. I just hope the school doesn’t plan to actually go through with it,” Faith said, giving another shrug as she drew a lock of her strawberry blond hair away from her green eyes. I could only shake my head at her as we began making our way down the hallway. For as long as I’ve known Faith Summers, I’ve never seen her so serious, well, when it didn’t concern a sick or injured animal. But when she told me that we might be leaving school early due to a very bad storm, she looked as if we were the dying animal, and that the storm was a car about to hit us.

“Did they tell you how bad it was?” She frowned as she thought for a moment before answering.

“Umm, I think my dad said it was either a cat three or four.” I could only stare at her in shock, my eyes going wide as her words sank in.

“Christ!” I said, practically blurting the word out. Faith gave me a disapproving look, as if I had said something bad about her pet rabbit. I shook my head frantically, my light red hair temporarily getting into my eyes before finding its way back behind my ear. “Sorry, but you’d think the school would’ve made us leave sooner if the storm was really that bad, right?”

“Yes, but storm’s can change, Rainbow,” she said softly, giving me a smirk as she quickly glanced in my direction. Now it was my turn to give her the disapproving look. I leaned close to her face, and spoke in a harsh whisper that I hoped only she could hear.

“I thought we’d agreed to never talk about that,” I hissed.

“And I thought we’d agree that you’d never use Christ’s name in vane,” she retorted. I opened my mouth to reply, but gave a wince as the minute bell rang out through the nearly empty halls. Sighing I turned to face my friend, and watched as she gave a final smile and light shrug. “You better get to class.” I nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, don’t want Mr. Cranky to give me another week of detention again.” Faith nodded, and turned to the right once we made our way to the intersection the two of us usually take on our way to our final class of the day. However, before Faith made it half way down the hall, I called out to her. “Oh, hey, you still coming over to my place after school with the rest of the girls?”

“Yeah, just pick me up at the car loop, okay?” I gave a nod, before turning to the other direction and quickly making my way into the classroom before the late bell sounded off.

“Good to see that you actually decided to join us on time, Miss. Delsin,” Mr. Crancky said with a smirk from his desk in the corner. I gave him a weak grin as I took my own seat.

“Well, I

Author's Note

Honestly, like the previous chapter, I had no idea for this one.