Scootaloo Discovers Flight

As the rockets strapped to the scooter caught fire, the pegasus filly and her little vehicle accelerated. She streaked along the track so fast, everything became a blur.

Scootaloo gripped the scooter's front bars firmly, carefully using her own weight to steer, keeping her scooter on the exact center line.

When the track curved upwards, Scootaloo was ready. She hunched down to reduce her air resistance. As the track took her higher and higher above the ground, she kept her speed and aim just perfect.

The track ended in a dropoff. Scootaloo's momentum kept her going, tracing an upward arc through the sky above her audience.

After a fraction of a minute that seemed like forever, Scootaloo and her scooter reached the other end of the gap. For somepony who was still moving so fast, Scootaloo's touchdown upon the track was very gentle.

A glow appeared around Scootaloo. She and her scooter rose into the air, where a brilliant light prevented anycreature from looking directly at them.

Minutes later, the light faded, and Scootaloo came crashing back down onto the track. She almost took a spill, but her riding skills saved her. As Scootaloo reached the end of the track, her scooter's burned-out rockets smoked. Scootaloo rode her scooter back around, rolling along the ground directly in front of her admiring audience.

The audience was struck speechless.

Scootaloo took one forehoof off her scooter, to reach up and feel her forehead. She touched the base of a horn.

"YES!" she crowed. "I'm an ALICORN!"

Scootaloo wondered if she could use her new horn to do a spell. She'd heard the easiest of all unicorn spells was "magical fireworks of colored light."

Scootaloo focused her mind, gathering magic inside herself. She imagined a ball of colored light shooting out of her horn.

One side of Scootaloo's forehead burned and stung. "OUCH! Oh BUCK!" She reached up again reflexively, to feel for the injury.

Part of her forehead was covered with gritty, scorched ash. Scootaloo felt all around the ash-covered area. Something poked the back of her wrist.

Scootaloo buzzed her wings, riding her scooter to the edge of a puddle. She stared down into the dirty water. An orange reflection looked back at her. The pony had a face dirty with ash, tragically undersized wings, and a misshapen horn that jutted from her head and curved back around to point at her own forehead.

Scootaloo grimaced. "A pony could almost put her own eye out with that thing. And not just ALMOST, if she tries a powerful spell."

The little pegasus/alicorn wondered how long it would take to find a hacksaw.