You were going fast, faster than you had ever gone before. You can feel the wind whipping through your mane. You couldn’t open your eyes properly because of the tiny droplets of water that assaulted your face like fine grains of sand. Picking up speed you decided to push yourself to your absolute limits. As you whiz through the cool air the ringing in your ears becomes almost unbearable.
“Time to try something crazy” you think to yourself.
Taking a 90 degree turn to the ground you hurtle towards it full pelt. All too soon the green, rolling landscape become more clear and in sharper focus. It was exhilarating, the feel of gliding through the sky like a bullet, like a Wonderbolt, like her.
You were getting close to the ground now, dangerously close.
Before you could complete your manoeuvre a series of resounding crashes cause you to jump in fright.
You open your eyes.
“Another dream” you mutter to yourself, slowly returning to reality.
You in were not flying through the sky above Ponyville but in fact in your house, curled up in your bed with your right wing sticking out from underneath you. Before you can even make note of the bizarre position you awoke in there was another series of knocks from somewhere below you. There was someone at your door.
Heaving yourself out of your comfortable bed you make your way downstairs to face the pony that had torn you out of your blissful dream.
Usually, flying isn’t just a mere dream for most Pegasus ponies, but a birthright. Yes, you had been able to fly at first but shortly after you had graduated flight school there was an... incident.
You were always the best in your class, a role model that others looked up to. Knowing this you were always eager to give a helping hoof to others and show them how to push themselves. That was why there was such a pressure on you to compete in the best flyer competition in Cloudsdale. Your special move was the one you were practising in your dream, a move that had earned you fame in flight school and caused you to be the heart throb of many young fillies. You wanted to push yourself, to make sure you won that competition. Unfortunately other ponies’ confidence in you instilled a sense of cockiness in yourself, like you could do no wrong.
Sadly that cockiness was your downfall, wanting to make sure you did your best in the competition you practice like it was the big finale itself.
Big mistake.
It went wrong, you left it too late to pull up into the air and collided into the ground with an earthshaking crash, completely shattering your left wing meaning not only could you not fly in the competition but you were grounded for the rest of your life. Other Pegasi had no idea of what it was like being robbed of the one thing in your life that you could do better than others, the one thing you lived for.
As you reached the mirror by your stairs you caught site of yourself and took note, looking back at you was a stormy grey stallion with a single, icy blue streak running through your mane, though you very much considered yourself to be a shadow of the former you, the old you inspired your friends was admired as the best flier in the class, despite it had only been 2 years since the accident you viewed yourself as... a joke. You shed a single tear before moving.
As you reached your door the room shook again with the sheer force of those knocks, like the pony on the other side wanted nothing more than know your door down and charge into your home. The knocks were not aggressive in anyway, it seemed it was excitement that was the force behind the bangs. You had a shrewd idea who could be calling.
As you swung open the door to relieve yourself of the obtrusive noise your suspicions were indeed confirmed. Standing there was the happy, excited and permanently happy pink mare. Pinkie Pie.
“Rise and shine Mr. Sleepy beepy!” was her usual was of greeting you in the mornings.
Unfortunately for Pinkie, you were still lost in the dream that had just taken away from you, meaning the only reply to this that you could muster was a grunt.
“Busy day ahead of us!” she told you practically bouncing on the stop with that unshakeable energy she always had.
You inwardly groaned to yourself at the prospect of having to face that at this hour.
Pinkie had been the first pony you met when you had arrived in Ponyville a couple of weeks ago. When you first arrived at your new home she had been waiting in there for you, in fact what seemed like the WHOLE of Ponyville had been there for your surprise house warming party. Never the less, it was her who organised it and her who made most effort with you when you first started living there. Not that the other ignored you but Pinkie seemed to stick to you.
You were grateful of this since it was her that gave you your current job, delivering orders from Sugar Cube Corner.
Heaving a mighty sigh, you follow her out of the door and into the cool morning air, it was still pretty early, the dull glow of the morning light from Celestias sun was just beginning to peak over the rolling hills toward Canterlot.
Much of Ponyville was just starting to wake and begin their day’s labours, setting up stalls to pedal their goods. But of course, you were still lost in your dream world. Not that you could be blamed for that of course, in your dreams you could actually fly.
Willing yourself back to reality, you found Pinkie in one of her full blown ramblings
“...so she never did tell me which name she liked better!”
It goes without saying that you had absolutely no idea what she was going on about so you decided to reply with a non-committal grunt.
You didn’t much like these morning walks with Pinkie Pie, yes, she was fun to be around but there was a time and a place for her ramblings and her, well, randomness. Your thoughts often drifted off in an attempt to escape her for as long as you could.
All too quickly you were enveloped by the familiar honey-scented warmth of Sugar Cube Corner that usually did a good job of waking you up.
Instead of Mrs. Cake greeting you as she usually did, there was somepony completely different there to meet you. The cyan blue, chromatic haired Pegasus that you admired so much, Rainbow Dash.