My thoughts are unsettled, I think this is just some sort of stupid joke, but it seems all to real. I slowly reach over with my hoof and pick up the note. I feel the soft paper preparing to open, but instead I jerk back and drop it. Remembering my dream, I don't open it.
This is just stupid, why am I even thinking about it? This isn't possible, I must just be imagining things...
Getting up, I wash my face, brush my mane, slip on my suit, and prepare to open the door. But as I begin to step out, my head turns back to the folded piece of paper.
I begin to turn back to the note, before stopping myself.
"Scootaloo, your loosing it, just go!" I say to myself. I walk out the door and into the hallway.
- - - - - -
I burst through the door, about five minutes later. Grabbing the paper in my hooves I fly back outside.
I've got to at least show it to Spitfire, maybe just in case...
I land on the cloud floor and head back towards the window room, at least that's what I call it.
When I get there, the room is empty. After a while of searching around, I finally find her outside with Soarin'.
Suddenly I begin to doubt myself, maybe I shouldn't give it to her?
Without thinking I hold out my hoof in her direction the folded paper with her cutie mark on it.
Spitfire looked at me kind of funny, but took the note asking who it was from.
"Well...I don't exactly know, somepony gave it to me, told me you would know? But if it doesn't make sense, don't think anything of it. I'm pretty sure it means nothing, but, I'm just making sure," I stuttered, waiting for her reaction to the note, in my mind hoping that it meant nothing, and I was just imagining things.
Spitfire was quiet for a while, I watched her eyes as they moved side to side slowly scanning each word. In my head I was wishing to read what it said, but that would be rude to ask. Besides, I'm sure that it has nothing to do with me.
After about a minute or two, I saw her drop the note, the wind carried it nowhere. Instead it landed softly on the ground. Her eyes were wide, she looked as if she were about to start crying. Soarin' stepped up to her, and whispered something in the mare's ear.
I swallow, this means something to her. Obviously it's not just some stupid joke.
"W-what is it?" My heart is thudding.
She swallowed without a reply.
"Spitfire? Who is it from?"
The mare turns to me, "Where did you get this?" her tone commanding, "Where?!"
"I don't r-really know, I had a dream about it, and when I w-woke up, it was on my nightstand. Spitfire, what's wrong?"
"Scootaloo, t-that note, it's from my sister..."
"W-what? But, you said s-she was...dead?!?!!?" I step back. "How can you tell?"
The pegasus took a deep breath, "In the end it calls me a certain name, only one pony knows that name. And that was Lightning Fire!"
My mind is blown, how can this happen?
The pony I saw in my dream...that was her sister?
"What's the note about?" I reach my hoof out slightly, but Spitfire stomps her yellow hoof in front of mine. I flinch back.
"N-no, you can't. Maybe later, but now is not the time."
Soarin' was just standing with his mouth partly open, watching the whole thing conspire.
I slowly step back and turn away, my head is hurting already with thoughts and ideas. My heart is pounding with mixed emotions of fear, excitement, and disbelief.
What is going on? I whisper to myself.
I hear Soarin' ask the flight captain if there was going to be practice today, but the response is muffled in a low mumble that seems to be lined with tears.
I swallow and turn back towards the two Wonderbolts.
Raising my head slightly I ask, "May I g-go back to my room for a moment?"
Spitfire sighs and nods, "Practice isn't canceled today, we are performing in two days. As long as your quick, meet me back here. If you see anypony else inside, direct them outside."
I dipped my head and spread my wings, whipping up into the air. I flew back through the large doors towards my locker. Inside I run into Misty, quickly telling her to go outside with Spitfire.
Once in my locker, I pull out a picture of Rainbow Dash, and quietly whisper.
"Oh Dash, why can't you be here now? What was it you said in my dream, what were you talking about? Please! Help me!" I scream, tears dripping on the glass frame.