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// Fallen Flames - Rainbow Dash 
// Story: The Separate Lives of the Mane Six 
// by memphisgurl 
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Suddenly I look up and see that the sky has changed color. How this is possible I am not sure considering the fact that it is the middle of the night. I fly over to the window, push it open, and look out. 

What I see causes my jaw to drop. The sky is streaked with red, orange, and yellow. Both the moon and the stars are gone. As I stare more closely at the sky, I realize that the sky is not streaked with color; it is streaked with flames. I watch, both terrified and awestruck, as one of the flames hits the ground and the grass catches on fire. Flames begin to hit not only the ground but people’s houses as well. 

I watch in an almost trance-like state as ponies die all around me. My thoughts are jolted back to the present when a flame lands on my hoof. Of course, my natural instinct is to scream and panic, but oddly the fire did not hurt me. Instead the flames seemed to caress my skin as if we are two old friends embracing for the first time in many years. 

Something suddenly clicked in my mind and I knew exactly what I had to do. I had to stop the flames from destroying everything and I was the only pony who could do so without getting hurt. I quickly run downstairs and out of the door to my house. 

Without thinking I plunge straight into the heart of the flames. Once I am completely enveloped by the fire, my mind is bombarded with strange memories that do not belong to me. Except, wait, these memories are mine. Somehow all these terrible recollections of cold, fear, and most potent of all, lust for revenge are mine. 

Now, upon learning some of what happened to me in my past, I am even more motivated to get the flames under control and reap the revenge both I and the flames deserve. I spread my hooves wide and pour all of my emotions into the flames in an attempt to bend them to my will. 

A smile of satisfaction spreads across my face as I feel the flames coil up and get drawn towards my wingtips until I am holding two large spheres of fire, one in each wing. I let loose an unearthly cackle, for it is time. It is time for flames to rain down from the sky.