Flight

by Secret_Shadows

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 1290

An elegant story about Flight involving Rainbow Dash

Flight, its a strange thing. To some ponies it is cause of fear and anxiety, to others its a source of pleasure and freedom. Follow an unlikely pegasus as she tells her inspirational tale about flying.

Cover art is a picture I found in a Google search made by Deviant Art artist xWhitex77.

Authors Notes: I am really not trying to go anywhere with this story, its a first attempt at a first person (or pony) story and I thought I'd share it with all of my followers, readers, and fellow writers.

Published 2012-08-17 12:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-17 12:34:01 UTC

Flight

Flight

Written By: Secret_Shadows
Edited By: avorin
(Give extra props to my editor this time, he went above and beyond helping me with this!)

Up here alone in the sky, I find my bliss, the wind in my mane, the colors of the sky, my wings flapping faster and faster as I climb higher and higher. I'm all alone in the blue sky, surrounded only by the clouds that dare fly this high, I am walking on air. No pegasus flies this high, its peaceful, quiet, a place of relaxation, where I can come and rest and forget the day's troubles. I fly over the Everfree the only place I can truly fly free without concern for my effect on tomorrow's weather. The clouds move on their own leaving me to indulge myself in just flying.

Sleep doesn't last long this high in the sky, there is something about the blue that makes me want to fly, I come to my hooves, my wings stretch out, I jump, I'm falling, I spin and tumble in the sky, the wind in my face gets faster and faster warning me of impending doom if I don't start flying soon, falling, I can see the ground getting closer and I flap my wings as I suddenly speed upwards still high in the sky, faster I fly higher until I stop. I lean backwards and fall, again falling, faster and faster, the lower I go, the momentum I am generating only fuels my next set of tricks, I don't care if anypony is watching, this is my time, my time to fly without trying to put on a show, my time to have fun.

I get closer to the ground, I fly faster as I reach the the point of no return, I fly close over a field, barely feeling the tops of the grass I cut off with my awesome speed. I flap my wings to gain height, I fly over a mountain top, the snow flies up as I pass by nearly showering me with tiny particles of cold . I can see it, the reason for my passion, the rainbow in the distance, its beautiful colors set my worries away as I gaze upon it. The beautiful colors mix together as one but as somehow separate like my mane, it’s impossible to reach the rainbow, so I must make one of my own.

I fly close to the ground, along the grass as it sways in my wake, I fly through trees as they bend from the force. I fly over a lake, leaving trails of water part in the wake of the wind generated by my sheer speed. I probably look awesome, I feel awesome. I look and feel undeniable, unquestionably awesome. So close to the water I tilt allowing my forehoof to pierce the water and splash up and create a wall of shimmering glass in the air and I see my reflection, how undeniably awesome it is.

I flap my wings once again sending myself into a barrel roll, I go into a loop, still spinning and flying, I veer to the right and start a downward spiral, faster and faster the turn gets smaller and smaller until I just start going straight down, I pull up and fly higher to Celestia's sun, the beautiful orange ball in the sky, I'm so high in the sky now I feel as if I could reach out and touch it, I try, only air. One day, one day I know I will.

As I reached the highest of possible heights I could get to, I flap my wings more, flying higher, its impossible, the air is thin, I start to have trouble breathing, but I keep going on, the higher I go the slower I get until, falling. Falling faster and faster, I flap my wings to go even faster than gravity could naturally throw me, the wind bends around my body pushing my wings up against my sides, I fight it, I need to go faster, my mane pushed back, my tail whipping in the wind, the forces of gravity pushing me faster and faster, My wings ache, my eyes are watering, I must go faster, It hurts but I just have to go faster. The air becomes like a thick pudding. I fly faster anyway, my wings are on fire, my mouth is being pushed open by the sheer force of the air against me. Then what I was waiting for comes. BOOM, a Sonic Rainboom.

The trail of rainbow light behind me, I fly faster and faster, now I perform my best tricks, the contrail of rainbow colors around me, I punch through several clouds leaving pony shaped holes in them. Faster, my wings hurt from the speed but I can't think about the pain now, I must keep flying, performing tricks, At this point I don't even care about the Wonder Bolts, this flight is for me, for me to have fun and not for anypony else. I do several barrel rolls leaving behind a glorious trail of rainbows, I spin leaving loops of Rainbow light behind me, the trail shortens,the rainbow diminishes, my speed slows, my wings ache. Ahead of me, the perfect cloud, I fly, just a little bit farther, I can make it, I know I can. My wings feel like they are going to fall off, but that's ok, I know that if I can make it to the cloud, the perfect little cloud I can rest.

I land, the soft texture of the cloud is perfect, just what I wanted, I collapse into a pile of Rainbow and Cyan on the cloud, I sink deeper until I am comfortable, exhausted, I see the sunset, the radiant sun setting below the clouds and mountain ranges leaving off an aura of pink and red giving way to the violet of night. I let my eyes close as I sink away from the pinks and violets giving way to a sea of black, dreamland.

Even in my dreams I am flying, not thinking about my worries, It’s almost poetic, flight is just one of those things that stays with you, you dream of it, you think of it, you live it. Its inspiring, something you can't get unless you have wings, sure balloons and cloud walking spells get you into the sky, but true flight, the flight that you can enjoy, its generated by your own two wings. It’s impossible for a Unicorn or Earth Pony to know the bliss of flight, to know the wind in the mane, the cold sky air, the wonderful silence in the sky. It all comes to an end at some point when you have to land, and like landing from flight dreaming must end as well, giving way the blackness fades leaving violet.

I wake, the moon has risen, still high in the sky I sit and watch the stars, the beautiful navy blue and violet sky dotted with the yellow and white stars and the elegant moon, the patterns in the sky, it’s truly beautiful. I must return, my day was fun, I can do it again tomorrow, I lift off, my wings still ache from my earlier exertion, it doesn't matter, it was fun and that's all that counts.

I land at home, knowing that I can do it all again after a hard days work, I am Greeted by my pet tortoise Tank, I lay in bed thinking of days past, the elegant night, the wonderful day, I wrap up in my cloud bed, with no light but the moon I rest, waiting for tomorrow so I may do it all again.