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// #6 Rainbow Dash 
// Story: The Rift 
// by Colors 
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I


Rainbow Dash was fast. Everyone knew this. But something was off. Right now, she wasn’t just fast, she was really really really fast. She hadn’t even tried to, necessarily, it had just been a normal flight... thing. Free time. Stuff. Yeah, stuff. She’d just been flying because that’s what she liked to do, but right now she was pretty sure that she was flying faster than ever before in her life. And that was odd.

Come to think of it, shouldn’t there have been a rainboom? Realizing this, she slowed down. Gradually. You couldn’t slow from such a speed too quickly.

Maybe rainbooms only came when you flew at a certain speed, but not at a certain higher speed? ... Rainbow Dash really didn’t understand the physics and stuff behind it, but that kinda didn’t sound logical.

She came to a halt. She looked around, flapping her wings to fly to a nearby cloud to take a breath.

Gosh, she was really far away. She’d flown really far.



II



This was really weird.

It hadn’t really happened before, ever. Okay, the rainboom. She’d been really fast there, and it was weird that she hadn’t been able to fly that fast again for years afterwards. But still, that wasn’t as weird. The difference wasn’t as big. And she hadn’t even tried to, again, she’d just flown and then flown faster and realized that for some reason she could fly really really fast and... well yeah. That.

Had Equestria decided to give her superpony powers for a day? Had she accidentally drunk some weird potion? Or was this permanent? Was she suddenly able to fly way faster than ever before, even though she’d already been the fastest flier alive?

Was it a reward for being the fastest? Was the fastest rewarded by being even faster?

That also didn’t sound logical.

Cautiously, Rainbow Dash, who didn’t even feel particularly tired, made for the way back. Soon she was flying rather quickly, and then really really quickly. Really fast.



III


A trillion miles above Equestria, there is a large crystal sphere.

There is no sound in space. No air to carry vibrations from the sphere, which are surely being caused the constant flow of lines.

And there is a rift on the surface of the sphere. Through it, control and order seeps out, out, out...