The Rainboom

The day Dash got his cutie Mark was the day he decided that he wanted to follow in his grandmother’s hoofsteps.

Dash lay in his bed at his family’s private house at Sweet Apple Acres. Working on the farm was fun, but he wanted to do something with his life. The Royal Guard didn’t appeal to him as it did to his mother, so he thought back to his first memory - a magnificent rainbow in the sky, ponies marveling at it, and the realization that the mare that caused it was dead. “Don’t think of it as suicide,” a note found on her bed had read, “think of it as me going out doing what I loved. Stay loyal, everypony.” A fitting end for one such as Rainbow Dash.

Dash. Dash. Dash. Rainbow Dash, Dash Smith. Dash knew he was named after his grandmother because of his overly large wings, but there was something that pulled him towards her, even from that old memory.

Then an idea came to him. He could become a Wonderbolt! Hay, why not? He was already the best at flying in the Ponyville school, and Cloudsdale Flight Camp, last he went there. I’ll make you proud, Grandma, thought Dash, as he drifted off to sleep. Someday.

It wouldn’t be until the next morning when he noticed the rainboom cutie mark on his flank.