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// Epilogue 
// Story: How Black Lightning got his Cutie Mark 
// by RainbowThunder99 
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“Ahhhhh, that cheesecake really hit the spot,” Black Lightning said to his friend, Star Chaser, who seemed as stuffed as he was.

“Ya think!” she said and giggled.

“Yeah, it really was good,” he retorted. “Hey, do you think we should go see if High Flyer is okay?”

“Yeah, we probably should, it is kind of your fault he’s in there,” she said.

“But it’s also my fault he’s not dead,” he said as they both laughed.

So they walked toward the hospital wing, talking about what they want to do today and thinking about if High Flyer is okay or not.

“Well, the bolt did hit him right in the face,” she said.

“But it’s not like he got a huge burn mark on his face.” He argued. “It probably felt like he flew into a brick wall that was moving faster than he was.”

“That’s gonna hurt a lot....” she replied.

“Well... umm...” he started, “Aw, I got nothing.”

They both laughed and then Star Chaser spotted a nurse who was walking down the hallway and asked her, “Excuse me ma’am, but do you know where High Flyer’s room is?”

“It’s room number 16,” she replied, “And be quick, visiting hours are almost over.”

“Okay, we will.” Star Chaser said. And they walked down the hall into room number sixteen, where they saw High Flyer lying in his bed, reading the new edition of Daring Do.

“Hello!” Black Lightning said.

“Oh, hey there,” he said as he continued to read. Black Lightning knew that High Flyer didn’t even know who had just entered the room.

“Good book, huh?” Black Lightning asked him.

“Oh yes, the series is very go-” he said looking up from his book, but at the sight of Black Lightning, he gave a shocked look.

“Didn’t expect me to be visiting you?” he asked.

High Flyer just remained silent for a moment or two they asked, “Why? Why did you save me?”

“High Flyer, I saved you because there’s no fun in winning unless it’s a fair game, and also, had you died, it might have looked like I was trying to kill you.”

“Oh...” High Flyer replied. “Well then, thanks a bunch,” he said and smiled.

“Hey, High Flyer, when you’re better, do you wanna race again? I promise I won’t do it again,” he said and chuckled. “But I promised Star Chaser here that if we did, she would get to race too,”

“Fine by me,” he said and laughed.

And the two of them left, excited for the upcoming race.


THE END (I’m serious this time)