Hi, my name is Comet Crash. Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘Comet Crash? That’s a weird name for a unicorn.’ I wish someone had been there to tell my parents that. I guess that’s just what happens when you’re a unicorn raised by pegasi.

I should probably explain. My mother’s name is Nimbus Spin, and she works in weather production. My father’s name is Gale Force, and he’s a trainer at the Wonderbolts Academy. Before I was born, or so I’m told, they argued for over a month on what to call me. That meant that by the time I popped out, they were so set on Comet Crash that they couldn’t be bothered thinking of anything else.

No one’s really sure how a unicorn was born to Pegasus parents, although there was some talk of a snooty great-grandmother and a distant third cousin who was a bit of a snob, and rumours flew around Cloudsdale faster than the Wonderbolts.