The Angel with Black Wings

Time passed, slowly but unstoppable. Black always was the first of the class, both grades and speed. He trained (and studied) a lot. You could commonly see him exercising with an handlebar, flexing, or studying, laying somewhere. With the time passing, his character got stronger: he was cold, sad and he never wanted to talk about it with somepony else. He always had to put effort while talking with the others, but he preferred to sigh and turn around. Hard to believe that the colt he was, wasn’t gone forever, at least he looked carefree when flying. That filly left a scar inside him.

He was really popular, especially while he was in the third-fifth grade. He even suspected to have a secret fan-club: sometimes a few mares in his class loudly sighed when he took a sleepy yawn in the middle of a math lesson. Usually, he wasn’t searching for relationships or anything like that; he focused on his goals. In fact, he passed every grade with the highest marks in the whole school. He was lying on his bed, reading, when an early summer night, a janitor said him that he was convocated to the director’s office. Black just answered yawing and started to make his way through there. <>

Phil got up, walked to the window looking outside <> Black looked at the poster. It was tough stuff. <>

Phil turned around, and he added, while leaving the room <> Phil smiled, and told him that he had a very few weeks to get ready for the tournament. In a later day, Phil posted some advertisements on the school board: the winner will receive a huge trophy, and the academy would receive a silver plate, thanking them for training the winning Pegasus. Black began training right after the final exams (he got the highest marks, as always). He looked himself in the mirror right before starting. He finally grew up.