The point of view of Scootaloo.
Scootaloo had a feeling that this morning, was only another normal day in Ponyville.The Cutie Mark Crusaders are all sitting down next to each other on the tree-house floor. Was she wrongs he wondered? How should something so idyllic leave?
They were silent as they tried there best to think of ideas on what type of cutie mark they could get today.which they have done many times before. Like always, they could smell the hard crisp aroma of apples from Sweet Apple Acres wafting around our tree-house.
"What does everpony want to do today?" said Said Sweet Belle in a quiet sing songy voice.
Scootaloo turned her head. She then took a peek at the window ,I could see the sky filled with clouds. Rainbow Dash was probably dashing around that sky like a dart in the sky, as awesome as ever. All scootaloo could think of is if she would visit her today.
"We could see what, Rainbow Dash is doing!" She said
'That's all we have done this week that and talking." said Apple bloom.
"How about, hanging out at Sugar Cu--" Sweetbelle paused.
The entire tree-house shook. Scootaloo watched in shock. The light of the wooden lantern tied to a sturdy rope on the ceiling flickered on and off swaying violently. The green pencil holder cup on top of the window sill fell down without warning down taking three green pencils that it was holding with it.
Scootaloo stood up and at her friends, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom different colored were eyes locked on the floor.
"Something's causing the tree house to shake we better leave!" said Apple Bloom standing up.
Touching her hooves against the wood.
Scootaloo wondered if it was just a unplanned storm made by the weather ponies.
"Yeah. We should definitely head home," Sweetie Belle said with a squeak.
" Now." She gulped.
Scootaloo spoke up. "Come on. It's just a little storm we don't have to--
"Krak! Boom! Krak!" The thunder bellowed. The two open glass windows painted, a frightening slash of golden lightning..
"-- Go home yet..." Scootaloo finished then frowned and ran toward the door with the others.
Scootaloo ran and screamed as the window curtain flapped wildly. The wind was powerful and howling. With It came some sawdust. Sawdust blocked Scootaloo's vision.
Shaking it away she spotted Applebloom. But soon more replaced it. Scootaloo moved slowly the sawdust building on her hooves and her full body.
"What!? Help where is every-pony!" Scootaloo yelled.
Then Scootaloo shrieked.
A bulky object had fallen on her wings.
Scootaloo could here Sweetie Belle yelling even louder but could not hear or see Applebloom.
Scootaloo had always loved thunderstorms. They reminded her of Rainbow Dash's cutie mark and how she was the most amazing coo pony. Now if Scootaloo made it out of these death trap of a tree house alive, I'm not sure Scootaloo was not sure she ever would love them again.
Scootaloo tried to crawl but could not do it.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" She Could here while in agony.
"W-hats going on now!?" Said Scootaloo.
"Crash!"
"Rainbow Dash! ... Please help!" She said as her eyes dimmed and she lost thought.
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Scootaloo could hear it. Scootaloo's sound filled Scootaloo's eardrums it was louder than the thunder had been. The sound seemed important Scootaloo didn't feel the same. Infact Scootaloo didn't feel anything. Scootaloo couldn't feel anything
.Scootaloo wasn't falling anymore She knew that much.
Where was I? She thought These place didn't have any color. How was there a place without color? Scootaloo's questions do not feel important but nothing felt important anymore. Scootaloo was just here.
Scootaloo could see black only black so black that it wasn't black, it was grey and red sea of never ending darkness. Scootaloo could feel something. It felt over. Something felt over. Scootaloo could feel everything. There was still no pain, Scootaloo's skin was just skin was pricked with a enjoyable cold feeling.
I'm not sure I was in Ponyville anymore or anywhere was I dead was I alive some different plane of emotion, some different universe entirely, I felt different I was I freezing. Did that mean I was alive? I couldn't tell anymore, I cant even cry It felt wrong very wrong. She thought.
It whispered, "My slaves,"
Words in these place even if they were shallow should feel comforting, but it was just terrifying to Scootaloo.
Where was Rainbow Dash where was Ponyville? Thought Scootaloo.
Then somehow somewhere some things started up again like fireworks. Darkness loomed once again and Scootaloo eyes fluttered shut. But she saw something it had only been a glimpse, but that's all Scootaloo
thought she needed.
There was a rainbow.