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// Falling Out 
// Story: Sunlight's Saccharine Sack of Sufferable Sour Sounds 
// by Sunlight Rays 
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From my peaceful slumber I fell out of the sky,
And I huddled into a ball as the clouds froze my fur.
Six miles from earth, detached from my blissful peace,
I woke to death rays and the monsters from nightmares.
When they got me, I fell to Hell, my resting place.


— Death of a Fighter, Unknown Poet —






“I can’t shake him, Danger!”

“Just keep turning, Fury, I’m coming for help!”

 “I can’t keep this up, Danger, I— Aaaarrgghh!”

“Fury!”

I scream as I sit up in bed, my body covered in sweat. I gasp profusely for breath as my heartbeat thunders in my ears, the frantic rhythm going faster than a pegasus doing a Sonic Rainboom.

It was the same nightmare all over again.

As my eyes adjust to the dark and I take in my surroundings, my heartbeat slows and so does my breathing. I’m in the barracks, down in the safety of my cot and my fellow pilots. I look to my right and see my wingpony sleeping away in her bunk bed.

It’s been years, silly. Just get it over with, I berate myself internally as I pull myself out of my bed. I stretch my wings and limbs, the stiff joints popping and cracking into place as I stifle a yawn.

I look at the clock on the opposite wall and check the time: 5:02 a.m. I cast one last look at my wingpony before I leave the barracks. She’ll be able to wake herself up on time, anyway.





I finish my routine morning exercise by spiraling down towards the lake before pulling up at the last moment. Every pegasi I’ve met was horrified by the stunt I pulled every day, but that’s because they don’t know the feeling of falling through the air from three thousand feet above the ground. They don’t know the feeling of falling through the clouds, the thick, cold mist sticking to their fur and cooling off whatever tension their body built up during the night. They don’t know the feeling of their wings grazing the water, the tip of their feathers picking up those magical particles and leaving a spray of rainbow behind as the sun shines down upon it.

I circle above the lake, appreciating the majestic colors from the mist left in my wake before turning around and gliding towards the headquarters.

Commander Spitfire is going to throw a fit at me for being late again.





“Briefing room. Now.”

Commander Spitfire’s words leave me no margin for argument. I dutifully give her a salute before walking inside, where my fellow squadmates are having their usual morning chatter.

I find my seat and sit down as the Commander follows in and closes the door behind her. She steps up to the front of the room, and immediately silence falls upon the room as all eyes and ears turn to her.

“High Command just gave us orders. Suit up, head out towards east. Search for any sign of the rebel air force, and if we find them, destroy them. This mission is part of our bomber operations, so don’t hesitate to pull the trigger. Remember, every bogey down is a bomber saved. Now, move out!”

With that, all of the pegasi rushed from the briefing room and towards the lockers.