An athletic bright pink filly glides through the breeze. Her snowy mane with ice blue tips, constantly obscures her vision as the filly wings her way toward the majestic sight of Canterlot in the distance. The teenage pony gazes down at the landscape far below herself, enjoying the view as she glides along. Tiny dots traverse the winter landscape far below. She grins cheekily down at them, enjoying her role as an observer on high.
Long minutes drift by. Eventually Snowflake turns her gaze back to her goal, her dream, the home of the Princess. Even before she could fly, she always dreamed of Canterlot. Now with flight to grace her, the young pegasus was on a mammoth journey and nothing was going to stop her from reaching her goal.
Halfway there, she checks her tiring wings, noting black clouds migrating towards her. Scrunching up her face in determination she plunges toward them like a weather pegasi on the attack. Nothing will stop her from reaching her own goal. A wild grin engulfs her face, "I love this kind of weather!" she calls out, challenging the rainclouds.
The massive wall of black swallows up the speeding tiny pink and white speck. A flash is seen and the filly’s heart skips a beat, 'lightning?' Accepting the challenge, her face lights up with the grin of a mad pony. Adrenaline fills her system, mingling with her fear and elation at caught up in such a crazy act. She plows onwards, swerving between thunderclouds, loving the feel of the freezing cold rain on her coat and the elation at dodging the occasional thunderbolt. Her mind fills with the thoughts of the surprised ponies she wants to meet once she has arrived at her destination.
Tilt, swerve, dive, bank. Black clouds were coming after each other one by one and she feels her wings straining. She feels like a wonderbolt running through an epic routine. The sounds of rain and thunder provide her with a roaring audience, their cheers drowning out the rest of the world.
She can feel herself pressing down towards the ground far below as the chilling gales sweep over her young body, flicking her sodden mane continually into her cyan eyes. She squints and presses on into the gale while doing her best to ignore her aching wings. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and she begins to realise that her sense of direction has gone. 'Typical stupid me, I never should have accepted that dare.' Memory of the challenge enters her mind, filling her with fresh desire to press on. ‘Those two are so gonna get it when I make it back to Cloudsdale!’
A flash of lightning arcs past her, fighting the filly out of her own thoughts. She freezes in the air for few seconds, utter terror washing over her like a tidal wave. Snowflake realises that she is falling and forces her stone dead wings to open. Tiny snowy pink wings propel their own wasted owner onwards in a desperate bid to endure against the harsh assault of the elements.
Remaining mindful of the dangers around her, the light pink pegasus forces herself back into combat mode, plunging through dark clouds and hoping to not get hit by stray thunder as the storm continues to play for its audience of one. Her remaining sense of time and direction vanishes leaving the young mare totally lost in the freezing gale. Alone with the storm.
Panic sets in, complete and utter panic. Her slick moves become erratic as wings flutter and muscles clench. Her brain works at the speed of a sonic rainboom, desperately looking for a way out of hostile territory.
Bam!
Her world explodes in a flash of light and the universe becomes black.
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