"To write a story, you must know the beginning, the end, and the morals. Without these things, a story is just what it is: a story."- Doyle
"Welcome to the official Cloudsdale flight training ground, a place where Sky-Bornes learn to live in the sky!"
The speaker gestured wildly around, waving in parents, fillies, and random bystanders into the slowly forming crowd. The clouds beneath grew dark with the weight. The murmuring and chatter of the crowd grew so loud it was almost impossible to hear the present speaker. Above the crowd, three pegasi in matching yellow and sky-blue suits stood perfectly still on on a wayward cloud, surveying the crowd with analytical eyes.
A stallion, a dusty tangerine with an windblown fire-red mane stepped forward slightly. "See anything, girls?"
The mares behind him shook their heads in sync. One was slightly smaller than the other, with light blue eyes, and a long, creamy white mane. The other mare had fiery yellow, and bright tangerine eyes.
"This is stupid!" one of the mares suddenly spoke. "I don't how he expects us to spot any talent when we've barely adjusted to the team ourselves!"
"Flashwind," the stallion said, turning to her. "We were given this job, and by all means, I intend on find someone."
"If we don't spot anyone, we've failed!" Flash whined.
"Hey, cool it, we've just started. If we don't spot anyone , we don't spot anyone. If we don't by the time our shift is over, it doesn't means we've failed, it simply means no one here has any talent."
"Flash, shh! I think I see something!" The stallion took an eager step forward and hunched down.
"Where?"
"In the middle of that crowd of fillies, rainbow hair? You can't miss it!"
"Nioce hair." The smaller mare, Flametrail, hunched down beside the stallion. "She looks like she might have some talent. I certainly like her spunky attitude so far."
"Yeah, well, attitude isn't everything." The other mare replied.
The filly in question was flitting her small wings excitedly. Waiting for announcements, it seemed.
"Anyone spot her parents?" The stallion asked.
"Nope, looks like she's alone."
Below, a trumpet rang out, silencing everyone. A mare with a coat as white as snow and a sliver mane, stepped out onto the makeshift stage. He tested it, and then spoke. "Alright! I like what I see so for. First of all, we want to thank every Pegasus for joining us and trusting us to not kill your kids.
A chuckle drizzled through the crowd.
"I'm Misted Feather, and I'm going to be telling you kids all the happenings here at flight camp. Now don't be nervous, be excited! This is a really big step, and the fact that you guys are here, shows courage! Which is exactly what we need. You parents have have been through this, so now's the time. We'll gather here again when the school year starts. But you better think hard and fast about this, and if you aren't sure you want your kids here after all, now's your chance to walk away."
The three pegasi atop the cloud watched, bemused, as goodbyes were said and parents slowly took off. Flashwind noted that several fillies left with their parents, in tears. Ah well, too bad. They'd be back.
"OKAY! Eyes forward! LISTEN UP!! This is where I get serious. Although flight is natural for us, we do take this very, very seriously. So, Imma let a friend of mine take the floor. Mind him, or he will set you straight, and trust me, you don't want that. Commander?" she steeped aside. Another stallion joined her. He had a mane as black as night, and coat with sliver and white streaks decorated his back.
"You kids had better prepared your little wings. We're headed up to the cloudasseum, where i'm gonna have nice long chat with each and every one of you. Watch your back, there are enemies everywhere! But first, there are a few thing we need to cover. Never, EVER, underestimate yourself, unless you know EXACTLY what you're capable of. IF you THINK you can get away with being lackadaisical in my class, I'm sorry to burst your flimsy little bubbles, but YOU'RE WRONG!! Every single pegasus in this entire class is capable of being a amazing flyer, but it takes courage, heart, and inner strength, to FACE your fears, and learning to lift off. Ice Winds knows I don't mean, lifting a couple inches above wisps- I mean eleven thousand feet above ground, if you're lucky enough to even get that high. And you currently are. My name is Razor Wings, and I plan on turning you kids into lean, mean, flying machines. Some of you might even become Wonderbolts."
Excitement rippled through the nervous crowd.
He rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. WoNderBOlTs! Feh! However, IF you don't meet my expectations, we are going to have a problem. Every single thing you will say will start and end with the word: 'sir'. AM I CLEAR!?"
"Sir, yes sir!" came the unified response. He smiled slightly. "Alright. Let's go! Let's go! No dilly-dallying! I want your wings up and flapping!"
Up on the cloud, Flametrail spoke."Hey, Blaze, we'd better skedaddle if we wanna be there before them."
"Okay, let's go." They took off. The stallion lingered, his eyes on the rainbow filly. Hmm, he thought. She just might be it. But why does she have my attention? He wondered.
"Hey, Blaze! C'mon!" Flametrail called back to him. He shook his head and took off after the mares.
Below, a pair of rose-colored eyes beneath rainbow hair watched them leave, glittering in excitement. Those were the Wonderbolts! But why were they looking at me?