Trapped

by I am not a Dalek


The Best Night Ever

Chapter 1- The Best Night Ever

Today is going to be the best day ever!
The Wonderbolts are going to be performing in Ghastly Gorge this evening and I have VIP passes, which means that I get to spend time with Soarin’... And the other Wonderbolts, obviously. I love all of them, I just love Soarin’ the most. He has been the one Wonderbolt which I have connected with the most, especially at the Royal Wedding, he took the time to actually dance with me! That made me 20% more awesome than I already am!

I have completed my weather duties for today so that means I have the chance to practice some tricks. My wings slice through the air as I do barrel rolls to perfection, the trick which I have been doing since I could fly. I change direction and fly straight up towards Celestia’s sun before flipping myself so that my body is pointing towards the Earth. I set my wings in position and throw myself forward. As my speed goes higher and higher, my mind races, constantly reminding me that I need to master my Sonic Rainboom since they may ask me to perform it!

The elasticated sound barrier wraps itself snugly around my nose, pressing right up against my cheeks. I straighten my hind legs to ensure that my whole body is at the perfect angle of 40 degrees, everything must be perfect or else I will be flung all the way to Canterlot.

My wings quiver in excitement as the sound barrier suddenly shatters around me; a loud boom fills my ears and shakes every single bone in my body. Glancing behind me I see a rainbow following in my trail, I straighten up and fly across the Everfree Forest before doing a U-turn back towards my home town.

Ghastly Gorge has been illuminated with spotlights as it gradually fills up with more and more excited ponies, but none of them are as excited as me. My five friends are already waiting for me by the entrance, their expressions full of joy and laughter. No pony has dressed up too extravagantly, excluding Rarity of course who is wearing an ensemble which she supposedly ‘threw together last night.’ It looks as if it has had months of planning. Nonetheless, I hate to admit it, but she makes beautiful dresses.

“Hey girls,” I beam at them all as I land carefully beside Fluttershy.

“Hello darling,” Rarity says, “we would like to thank you so much for inviting us to this event!”

A pink pony bounces around me cheerfully. “Yes! Thank you Dashie! I am so excited, are you as excited as I am, I mean I have never been more excited, well maybe that one time when I was like...” Pinkie gasps as if she is in shock and she turns to Twilight Sparkle. “Do you remember, Twilight? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?”

Twilight stares at Pinkie for a few moments before nodding slowly, cautiously, she doesn’t know where she could end up in this conversation.

“Yes Pinkie, I do remember, anyway...” The purple Unicorn turns to face us all. “Shall we go into the VIP box?”

Applejack speaks up for the first time, “Ah think that we should, Twi.”

As we walk into the makeshift stadium I can hear the cheers of the crowd, and an announcer talking through speakers on the walls either side of us. The front section of the Gorge is clear except for a podium and above us are five perfectly rounded clouds which will be used in the performance tonight. The back section is the area with the quarry eels and high winds which will likely be avoided today.

We take a seat at the edge of the Gorge’s back cliff face, which has a rather large VIP area with complementary drinks and snacks. We are in the perfect place, we are not too high up so that we cannot see the work which they will do within the actual Gorge, however, we are not so low down that we won’t see anything they do above us. Pinkie Pie grabs a cupcake and smothers it with hot sauce before trotting over to sit beside me.

I gaze out into the Gorge as I anticipate the night ahead of us. Once the show is over and the Wonderbolts have finished showering and getting comfortable, they will return to the VIP box to hang out with us. The only reason we’re here is the fact that my friends put together some Bits and bought me these tickets for my birthday last week. Honestly, I am not lying when I say: Best. Birthday. EVER!

“So do you think they’ll have a race tonight?” Twilight inquires as she takes a seat, a glass of Cider in her hoof.

“I doubt it, they may put one in near the end but this is just an Air Gymnastics show, not the Derby...” I sigh in disappointment.

I have always wanted to race a Wonderbolt, would I win? Most likely not, I may be the fastest Pegasus in Equestria, but that is excluding the Wonderbolts without a doubt. I may possibly be able to beat Wave Chill or Misty Fly; however I would never be able to beat Soarin’ or Spitfire. And I most definitely wouldn’t be able to beat Fleetfoot considering that she is the fastest Wonderbolt of them all! Nonetheless, it would be an honour to race them. Maybe I could get a race out of them today?

My friends chatter around me as my mind races with fantasies and dreams. Maybe tonight could be the night, maybe tonight will be my time to shine, maybe...

Pinkie shouting stops me from my train of thought as I try to focus on what she’s saying, “It’s starting! It’s starting!”
Without a warning the spotlights go dim, causing the whole audience to hush. I scan the audience quickly and conclude that all of Ponyville must be here, including some ponies from outside our petite town.

Suddenly, Spitfire’s voice echoes through out Ghastly Gorge, causing my heart to pound and my whole body to lean forward.

“Hello Ponyville!” Spitfire yells her voice upbeat and clear. “Are you ready for the show of a lifetime?”

The audience cheers in response.

“Well then, let’s get this started!” She calls out as she flies into view, six other Wonderbolts following behind.

I spot Soarin’ instantly, causing my heart to flutter.
The Wonderbolts fly up towards Luna’s moon, a grey trail of smoke following behind them, indicating that the show is about to begin. I lean forward on my seat and watch my dream future.
The night has only just begun.