//------------------------------// // Rainbow: Part 1 // Story: The Twitchiest Evil of Them All // by FlavoredMoon //------------------------------// *This chapter, and most likely more to come, is unedited due to the fact that my PM's are not wanting to go through. Enjoy the story.* The front door slammed open as I walked through."I'm home!" I yelled into my living room, earning a slight gasp, a plate crashing to the ground, and a groan from the kitchen to my right. A purple earth pony with a mane of red, orange, and purple, poked her head out the kitchen door. "Rainbow Blueberry Pie! What did I tell you about yelling?" My mom said sternly, earning a happy smile in return. "Don't yell in the house while unnoticed. Or when dad's taking a nap." I replied with a ear-wide grin, ignoring my irritated mother. As I turned around to go up to my room, I could've sworn I saw my mom roll her eyes. I ignored her, as she does it a lot, and started heading towards the stairs. I stopped mid-step, as I heard a loud thump from the room next to the stairs. My parents room. I rolled my eyes and continued on my way. 'Dad must be waking up from his nap.' I thought, a small smile plastered on my face. That's when I heard the door slam open, oh I wish I listened to my mother that day. As I turned to look at the door, happy smile still on my face, I was met with the glaring face of an orange pegasus with a mane of yellow, green, and blue. Though I did not look at him. I looked at the ceiling in their room that gained all my interest. It had the sun and moon painted in the middle, as well as my parent's cutie marks. My dads cutie mark was a small dagger with a wing behind it. He was royal guard for most of his time and got his cutie mark for saving Celestia from a dragon attack. My mom's cutie mark is a quill with a white star attached to the back. She told me that she unraveled many forgotten theories, mostly pegasus ones. The rest of the ceiling was covered in dragons, snakes, and other mythical beings. It's really amazing, I've examined many ceilings, but this one is the most detailed. I was snapped out of my examination progress by the door closing. I looked at my dad to find him glaring at me. I tilted my head and gave him a confused look," What? Did I do something?" I asked, but his glare only deepened. I sat up straight and stared him dead in the eye. My father's glare slightly faltered into a smile, but he regained his composure in a seconds notice. I guess it was about time I brought out the big guns to my father. Putting on the biggest smile, I leaned in a little closer to my fathers face. He's a pretty large stallion, larger than the average at least. His smile faltered as I leaned in even closer. 'Okay,' I thought,'Time for some even bigger guns.' My eyes grew wide and they slowly but surely started spreading to opposite sides. My father let out a faint snort that made my smile, somehow, grow wider. He let out a light laugh as his glare faltered into the face of somepony struggling not to laugh. And as soon as he started laughing, I exploded into laughter, as well, although stronger. I was already on the floor laughing when my dad just started to struggle at standing. I never noticed my mother come out of the kitchen, but she was giggling compared to our outrageous laughter. My mom was also setting the table for dinner. She wasn't the best at cooking but I never payed it much mind. A couple minutes later, the laughter died down and I could finally stand. My mom smirked at us," Okay, you two. Dinner's almost done, you have less than thirty minutes." Me and my dad nodded in sync, both wearing goofy smiles. If you couldn't tell where I got my attitude, I would think you're a blind pony. I turned towards my dad and kissed him on the cheek. As I ran up the stairs towards my room, I yelled back to my parents," Love you! See ya at dinner!" I heard the faintest of a chuckle joined with a giggle before I entered my room and shut the door. My mother told me that my room looked to boring to be mine. I couldn't help but agree, it's pretty empty. In my room, the ceiling had my cutie mark on it. My mark is a cloud with three balloons, one colored red, another orange, and last yellow. My bed was in the far left corner of the room, while I had a small latter that leads to the roof closer to the door, on the same side. On the other side of the room, was a desk at the farther side of the room, on top was a couple of books about flying dynamics and wind patterns, as well as a piece of paper and pencil. At the closer side was a basket filled with trash and other things of the such. The only thing that really showed it was my room, was that the entire room was violet and on the far wall it had the words 'Rainbow', while on the other side it had 'Pie'. I walked up to the latter and, instead of climbing, put my concentration on my wings. I took a quick glance back at the array of wing diagrams scattered throughout the wall above my desk. I smiled slightly then turned determined. I spread my wings and flapped them slowly, gaining more speed slowly as I went. As they sped up I took a light hop, hoping I would hover a few centimeters off the ground. As I hopped, I heard something downstairs, but my mind went to slow-mo mode. I closed my eyes and prayed for the best. It took me a quite a while to realize what happened, but when I did, I wasn't as excited as most fillies and colts would be. I opened my eyes slowly and looked down, as I didn't here hooves meet carpet. What I found scared me to the bone when I realized what was in progress. I, Rainbow Pie, accidentally closed her eyes and concentrated for to long. I was flying at least ten feet above and away from my home. I looked at my wings and noticed they were moving, but I wasn't commanding them to do that. Glancing around, I spotted where my wings were taking me. My breathe hitched into a whimper. The Smokey Mountains. And that, my friends, was a very long trip.