“BANG!” The sound of the starter pistil rang out through the arena as the seven pegasi at the starting line flew at lightning fast speeds. As for one Pegasus, Fire Flash, the youngest wonderbolt was speeding ahead of the rest. The argent young pony flew at full speed as he raced around the track. As the race seemed just over, Fire Flash looked behind him to see the competition far behind. As he looked, the final turn came to meet him as he missed it. CRASH! The wall broke, planting his head firmly within it.
That was 10 years ago. The now traumatized Fire Flash left the Wonderbolts after that day with head trauma. He never left his house in Cloudsdale in fear of a similar mistake. “Never again, Never again.” He quietly whispered to himself. Suddenly, a knock was heard from his door. Fire Flash slowly got up from the corner he laid in and crept to the door. His shack of a home was dusty and full of cobwebs. The door slowly opened with a loud creek. His short red and yellow mane contracted with his light gray coat. “Y – Yes” He asked with a scared tone. “Um … Mr. Flash?” The mysterious stallion asked.
“Who’s asking?” Flash answered somewhat angered.
“Letter from … Ponyville!” The stallion answered handing Fire Flash the letter. He then flew off without a trace.
Opening the letter, Fire Flash was confused, for he knew no one in Ponyville, or even where that was.
“Dear FireFlash,” The letter began. “I know it has been a long time since we have last seen each other, but I have moved to this new village that was just founded by some apple farmers down south and I would like you to visit. I have met some new friends and I heard you haven’t left your house in forever. I would love to see you again. Love, Star.
“Star …” Fire Flash thought to himself. “Herm … maybe I will go. It would be nice to see this … old friend once again.”
Fire Flash burst out the door with a familiar speed. A rush of cold wind fell over him as he faced the Cristal Mountains to the north. A small map fell from the envelope the letter was encased in. Two circles were drawn on the map, one to the north, Cloudsdale, and one next to Ghastly Gorge, a sight all too familiar to him as he had flown it many times. It looked next to a river, an easy landmark to spot. With map clenched in hoof, he set off for this old friend.