Chapter One:
Out of the Blue
Gold runs through my veins. At least that's what they told me. From birth, they would brag, I was destined for greatness. Is it wrong that I doubt that? There are so many ponies that are so fantastic at what they do best, what gained them the privilege to wear that symbol on their flank. I wasn't even close to greatness. I was pathetic.
My first memories are not ones to be fond of. If you want the world that I was seen in, the lie in the truth, it's pretty simple. I was raised by two parents who cared about me a lot. But that isn't enough sometimes. For the most part, we all need that one thing that our heart desires, and my family couldn't offer it to me. It wasn't much of a demand either, but regardless, although almost within my grasp, it was unreachable. All I asked for was peace.
My mother and father despised each other. Spouses fight, of course, but not like these. It seemed almost as if my father was the most civil of both of them, as he preferred to voice himself through long debates. Turn the other way, and you'll see my mother, the one who grabbed, bit, kicked, and tried to harm him in any way possible to get her point across.
There is no convincing me it's not my fault.
It was always over me, of course. They both had totally different thoughts of having a child when they first met. My father, wanting the best for my safety and health, wanted to send me to school, where I would learn to be a professional, whether it be a doctor, lawyer, or just about anything. He just wanted me to be safe.
On the other hand, my mother wanted what she thought would give me the most to live for. She sent me to Flight School, where I first learned to fly.
Technically that's not true, but I'll get to that later.
Obviously, when you want someone to follow your dreams for you, you expect them to do it exactly how you intended to. For one to do so, they have to devote their entire life to that goal that you so eagerly hope they reach. Well, when you have two scenarios within one person, life just gets chaotic.
All I asked for was peace, and they spit in my face...
I was so young during my first day at Flight School. I hardly even remember learning anything about flying, just a bunch of random facts that I really had no interest in hearing. My mother already talked to me about being an athlete, and I already knew everything there is to know about my wings and how they operate. Still, I sat as the instructor strung everyone on to believing they would be excellent fliers, a foul lie that, when my tongue moved to repeat it, left a bitter taste in my mouth.
The only true memory I have of that day was when I met a filly named Fluttershy. She was the image of what I wanted: A beautiful young pony, who had a loving and supportive family to search for when she was in need. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't I be her?
It was quite strange the way I met her, in which the shy, delicate filly she was decided to come out of her shell and allow her voice to take control. You couldn't say I was freely speaking to other ponies either, but I wasn't as severely enclosed in my own mind like Fluttershy was.
"Um. Hi."
It was interesting to hear such a small voice, since all of the other ponies were loud and obnoxious. It was almost soothing.
"Can I help you?"
That came out a little too sarcastic than I meant it too. I could see she was retreating back into that shell she had dragged herself into.
"I was just wondering if.." Her voice dragged off into a squeak, an inaudible phrase.
"Couldn't hear ya. Could you say that again?"
I suppose it took her a moment to work up the courage to spit out the question, but none the less, it came, almost at a level where I thought she was insulting me.
"Could you tell me why your mane is so pretty?"
Was she joking? How are you supposed to answer a question like that?
"Uh.. I'm pretty sure I was born with it, why?"
"I just noticed it across the room. All the colors... Wow, it really is amazing..." She stumbled, and I realized she was searching for my name.
I smiled contently, all the horrors within slowly creeping to the back of my mind. I would finally have someone to speak with. Someone I could call a friend.
"I'm Rainbow Dash."
