The name's Soarin. I'm a Wonderbolt, the best fliers in all of Equestria. We are unbeatable, even by the only pony to do the Sonic Rainboom, Rainbow Dash of Ponyville.
Currently, I am leading the wing of Wonderbolts as we fly around Canterlot. We zhoom over a village, goggles glinting brightly and smoked laced with blue lightning left behind us. A wing of pegasi dressed just like us except the blue is dark purple and the yellow lighting is solid blue fly up under as from the village, then fly parallel to us.
The leader glares at me, his eyes covered by his mask. I look over at him, knowing they want a race. I nod. He turns forwards.
Three...
Two...
One...
WHOOSH!
We all push our best as we hit zero in heads, a common deal when unofficially racing while already flying. We pull ahead steadily, our pace consistent. That's when I hear a Canterlot voice from the leader.
"NO! We refuse to let you win! You're a lie, you're a toy, always have been!" he roars in a deep voice.
"NO! We refuse to let you win! You're a lie, you're a toy, always have been!" all of them scream in their deep Canterlot voices.
My memories flash, reminding me of how we came to be Wonderbolts. I hesitate before shoving them out, wondering how they could possibly know the truth. That hesitation allows them to play in detail. For a few seconds, I lose myself to my memories, adding commentary to my consciousness' thoughts on them.