Soarin glided through the air, the rest of the Wonderbolts in formation behind him. He glanced back at the perfect V's and felt a surge of pride. Was this how Spitfire felt leading the team? If so, she didn't usually show it. She had always been on the lookout for any mistakes they might make, even if they were not apparent. She was quick to correct them all, especially Soarin. He heard them all talk about her high expectations, but what would they think if they knew she held herself to a standard twice as high? Out of the corner of his eye, Soarin spotted a black cloud and glided back in an acre. I know for a fact that our weather team is one of the best in Equestria, he thought, surly they wouldn't neglect any storm clouds? When he spotted the 'storm cloud' his blood ran cold. It had only seemed so small because it was so far away, and it wasn't a storm cloud. Black smoke tinged with red boiled into the sky, possibly scratching across the surrounding land for miles. Two red eyes were visible in the smoke, glowering at the group of pegasus, and Soarin felt like they were reaching into the darkest crevices in his mind and reflecting his greatest fear.
"Sir," Rainbow Dash said, barking into his thoughts, her normally confident voice scared, "what is that?"
He finally tore his gaze away from the eyes and looked back at her.
"I'm not sure, but this one thing I do know; we need to warn the Princesses." He abruptly wheeled around and shot towards Ponyvill, barely registering the rest of the team behind him. He felt the air currents under his feathers, felt the pull of them every which way, and he felt them bend, flowing together to make a single supercharged current that guided him and the rest of the team in the direction of Ponyvill.
I have to warn them. He thought, I have to tell them what's coming. He burst through a cloud, not even slowing down. Especially you, Spitfire.