//------------------------------// // I Don't Know // Story: Finding Hope // by Sir Alexander Wolfgang //------------------------------// The mare's face turned from a blank stare, to a furious scowl. The kind of stallion before her was one of the many reasons she had marked herself a fillyfooler. "Was that really necessary?" She asked, showing her teeth. "Yeah, it was!" He replied. "No it wasn't!" Pinkie exclaimed. "Was to!" He changed his glance towards her. "How exactly?" The other mare spoke up again. "She's a fillyfooler!" He snapped. "That's no reason to harass her until she runs away crying!" "And Dash don't cry easily!" Pinkie added. "She's a fillyfooler! An' I'd bet you are too!" He said, voice getting quiter. "Yeah, I am!" She screamed, "And why is that a bad thing? So I like to bed mares! You do it too, at least from what you say. Why can't I!" She stepped forward. Pinkie glanced at her. "W-well, because it's, uh, unnatural." He cowared slightly. "Unnatural? Seriously? Do you know how many 'modern conviences' are unnatural?" She shook her head, "You are so stupid." He perked up, "And you're a fillyfooler." he smirked. Pinkie frowned. The mare bucked him, straight in the face, sending him through the door. The next moment she galloped outside too, taking to the air, as rain pelted her indiscriminately. She shot through the air, searching for Dash. She felt like she needed her. She felt like it was her fault some how. She cut swaths, through the sky. A streak of white tailing her. Far off she could see a sky blue blip, against the dark grey clouds of the storm. It had to be a pony. She sped towards the pony as they seemed to climb a grey cumulonibus cloud. The white haired mare, flapped her wings harder and harder until it was straight shot to the pony hovering above the cloud. She could make out the rainbow mane, and the sky blue coat of the fellow mare. And then, their rapid approach. The mare acted quickly, ensuring that she dodged Dash's quick fall. She stopped and hovered, looking down to see Rainbow falling into the night. Her face shifted from pure determination, to out right shock. With speed only bested by the falling pegasus, the mare flew as fast as she could completely vertical. Hoping she could catch up in time. Dash was certain she was going to end it. Certain that she would no longer be subject to ridicule. And she was damned certain that her pathetic life would stop now. She opened her eyes, like she did earlier that day, the ground was fast approaching. She shut them tight. Waiting for the the end. Waiting for release. Just as she was about to hit the earth, a pair of hooves wrapped themselves around Dash's body, and zipped away. She opened her eyes, pure hate filling them. They found the ground sliding away, underneath her, as she was carried into the air being held by icy blue hooves. It couldn't be, could it? She craned her neck, looking behind her, to confirm her suspicions. "We've gotta stop meeting like this, Dash!" The nameless one said, her voice raised over the storm, and slightly comical. "Put me down!" Dash began to flail her arms about, "can't ya' see I wanted to do that!" The mare ignored her commands, and instead flew over a large cloud wall, and into a large bowl made of the dark storm clouds. Lightning struck its drum of the earth in the distance, the sound of thunder booming. She flew to the center, struggling to keep a good hold on Rainbow Dash. She dropped her into the clouds, as she was, ridiculously accused of ponynapping. "What's your problem!" Dash snapped upon landing. "My problem? I'm not the one who just attempted suicide." She landed in front of Rainbow Dash, looking her in the eye. "I-I did not." She looked away, her eyes tearing up. "Yes you did, and I bet that's what you were doing this morning too." Rainbow Dash felt cornered. "I, uh, I was trying a new stunt." "Is that why your wings were clamped to your sides?" "Oh, shut up! I don't need to take this from you!" Dash thrust herself into the air again, but was yanked back to the soft storm cloud under her, in a manner that reminded her of Applejack. "Lemme' go, you wouldn't understand!" "Yes I would, I know what you're dealing with, Dash. Let me help you." "Rainbow Dash, doesn't need help!" "Everypony needs help sometimes, Rainbow." Rainbow Dash tried to fly away again, but before she could even leave the cloud, the mare pounced on her, keeping her stationary. She stopped her futile attempts, and stayed put beginning to cry again. She lay there, the other pony standing over her. She felt low. She felt like trash. She felt like trash, for letting that stallions words injure her so. The other mare leaned down, brushing against Dash's ear,"I can help you. I know what you're going through." The pony whispered. The whisper was soothing, but still loud enough to be heard over the distant lightning strikes, and the roaring thunder, that played an orchestra of the clouds volition. "N-no. I-I, You can't." Dash whimpered. "I went through the same thing, Rainbow. I know what you feel like." Rainbow Dash crawled out from under the mare above her, tears falling through the clouds below them, to be mixed with rain. "Dash please, listen." "Y-you can't help me. I'm just too pathetic." "Dash, I can help you. I've dealt with my share of bullies, and I know a thing or two about 'em." "B-but,-" "Rainbow, what exactly is wrong with being a fillyfooler?" Dash wiped a tear away, "N-nothing, I guess. It's ju-" "Then why should you be offended so much when that stallion calls you one?" "It's more than just him. I can hear other ponies, call me one behind my back." Dash was looking at the cloud under her, as she spoke. Tears falling one after the other. "So?" No response. The ice blue mare raised Dash's head with her hoof. She looked straight into her eyes. She examined every feature of her face, the eyes lined with tears. The ears flattened against her head. Her adorable mane. The cerise barrier that separated the deep black of her pupils, from the pristine white of her sclera. "Are you a fillyfooler." "I-I'm n-" The mare, closed the small gap seperating the two. She planted a kiss on Dash's lips, startling her. Rainbow's eyes shot open entirely. She wanted to pull away, but her body denied her that. A plethora of feelings, she had not felt until now opened up. She wasn't a fillyfooler, but she had to say she felt something for this mare. Something beyond the blossoming of a friendship. The pony who had stolen a kiss, stepped back, smirking. "Well?" "I-I don't know." "Well, you sure seemed to like that kiss." The ponies smirk, grew to be a grin. "I don't even know your name though. I mean, you seem real nice, and you've made it pretty darn clear you like me too, but, I don't know. I-I just don't know." "Frozen Fire." The mare said abruptly, a jarring crack of thunder masking the later half of her name. "What?" Rainbow asked, equally abrupt. "My name, I go by Frozen Fire." Dash smiled, despite her teary face. "That's a cool name." "That's why I chose it." "You chose your name?" Dash said, still grinning. "Yeah, of course. My parents gave me a super lame name. S'why I chose Frozen Fire." "What was that name?" She smiled again. "I thinks it's a little too early in out relationship to tell you that."