With aging we grow up either to knowing more about the world or nothing at all. We learn and evolve throughout our lives leaving things we use to do in the past. Soon those thing becomes nothing more than just a memory.
After an unfortunate first impression, Flitter and Cloudchaser manage to work with their new teammate to discover lost scrolls, ancient relics, and maybe even the most important treasure of all, love.
When the earth ponies of Ponyville started lashing out against the unicorns and pegasi, Flitter and Cloudchaser retreated to a home in the clouds. Cut off from Ponyville and Cloudsdale, they had no warning when the Legion of Doom overran Equestria...
Flitter thinks Fluttershy is the weakest pony in the world. Flitter has never confronted what Fluttershy's job really means. Nopony ever wants to or should. Now Flitter has to. And 'weak' will turn out to be exactly the wrong word.
This is a lipogram. It will contain no 'E', apart from that symbol said prior and what was drawn upon in titling this story. I will not touch that symbol in this writing at all, nor will I allow it to subsist. Thank you.
