The Crusade is Over

by WingedInferno

Morning: Scootaloo

The sun was starting to peak its face over the horizon, but Scootaloo had been awake for a while. Looking over the edge of the tree house, she measured the distance to the ground. It was a starring match she'd been having for a while now. More and more often, she found herself losing the nerve to take the small leap down. It didn't hurt much when she hit, but it was the reminder that she hit the ground at all. A near by family of birds had already complained once about the noise in a fit of chattering, but Scootaloo had managed to wave them off with her hoof. The familiar buzz of her little wings moving a mile a minute flashed behind her, the wind felt cool on her fur, but nothing happened. The filly closed her eyes and strained, groaning loudly as she tried to propel herself forward. Still nothing. The buzzing stopped and a sigh filled her as she collapsed, resting her chin on her crossed forelegs.

Looking out towards the horizon, she could see a few rogue clouds ambling their way across the sky. There was an unexpected flash of color. Scootaloo perked up at the familiar sight, a grin forming on her face. Those clouds were history. Scrambling to her feet, she stood tall; craning her neck to see as Rainbow Dash burst into view. In a poof, without a sound, one of the clouds was already gone. Might as well have been frightened away. Scootaloo almost burst out laughing with excitement. The few remaining nimbus' seemed to scrambling in every direction, worried at the destruction of their comrade. In no time though, Rainbow made quick work of the rebellious clouds till only one remained. Scootaloo glanced this way and that, having lost sight of Dash in all the commotion,

"Enjoying the show?"

The raspy, confident voice caught Scootaloo completely off guard. Spinning around, there she was in all her glory. Rainbow Dash hovered over the filly, her wings elegantly keeping her aloft. Scootaloo could only manage a small squeal of excitement Rainbow Dash chuckled and examined her hoof, brushing off a bit of dust,

"You ain't seen nothin' yet."

With a grin, she was gone in a burst of light and air. So quick, Scootaloo barely had time to realize what happened. The steak of color the only way to follow Rainbow's movement. The filly watched in awe, her eyes wide and sparkling as her heroine collided with the remaining cloud. The one that thought it had gotten away. In a solid poof, the cloud was gone; spread in every direction. A shower of moisture filled the horizon with a glittery spectrum of colors that set Scootaloo a flutter.

The filly had already forgotten about her own problems. Could this day get any better?