The Lonesome Filly
Summer, about three or four years ago, long before a blue pony with a bright, beautiful rainbow mane became a brave, daring hero of Ponyville, and before the CMC were officially established, there were two Pegasi. One of which had no little fillies to play with and the other with only one stable friend, a shy, yellow pony with pink hair. Their names were Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash. Scootaloo was a light-red pony with a purple mane, she was a very young filly and she could barely flap her tiny wings. Rainbow Dash was a very loyal friend and always helped her coy, doormat of a friend, Fluttershy without hesitation.
Gradually, as time rolled by, Scootaloo was starting Kindergarten. The sharp, cool wind comforted her as her mother sent her off to school.
“Oh!” Her mother shouted, calling to Scootaloo, “Scoot, you forgot you lunch bag!”
“Mom, I told you to stop to stop calling me Scoot!” she shouted, snatching her lunch bag with her mouth, “I meh I’m halready in kindagadin!” (I mean I’m already in Kindergarten!)
Her mother replied with a giggle as the lively, red filly trotted off to Pegasi Kindergarten. The days dragged on tediously, as Scootaloo’s days started to seem more and more routine every day. She gained no new friends, for all the other ponies began to get closer and closer to be able to fly while she remained the same. Scootaloo didn’t enjoy Pegasi Kindergarten; they all didn’t want to be her friends. She was made fun of, for she couldn’t fully open her wings. They called her a fake Pegasus and No Wing Scoot. One day, as she always did, Scootaloo walked home with her head down and with tears streaming down her cheeks. On her way, she ran into two larger male fillies who were teasing her.
“Awww, look, No Wing Scoot is sad,” one the Colts said.
“You don’t even belong here!” the other colt said shoving her.
She was pushed at the edge of Cloudsdale; she tried to dig her front hooves into the clouds, but her back hooves gave in. She fell, piercing the strong gust as she spiraled through the air. She mustered up all her energy into attempting to open her wings, to use it as a parachute of some sort. She was only competent of opening them half-way however, barely slowing her fall. Mere words can’t describe her fear, imagine, you, a 5 year old filly falling through the air certain to meet a terrible, painful demise. She closed her eyes, and as the surprisingly subtle, gentle, and soothing wind made her fall asleep; she only opened her eyes once to see a beautiful, bright rainbow-colored mane.
As she opened her eyes once more, she saw a colt standing above her, a colt with a long, white, and drapery lab coat as she looked down further she saw that she was in a blue shirt, and as she looked even further she saw her Mother resting her head on her Father’s lap. She was in the hospital!
“Awake are you,” the doctor asked rhetorically, “you’ve been asleep for about a day or so now.”
She gave off an expression of surprise, for it felt like mere seconds since the last time she was spiraling through the gust-filled wind. She got out of bed and started to walk sluggishly towards her parents. She shook them with her left hoof in an attempt to awake them.
“Ouch!” she shouted experiencing agonizing anguish.
“You sprained your fore hoof, so take it easy,” the doctor explained, “you can do simple tasks like walking, but definitely not trotting, or anything else that requires fast, or a large abundances of movement.”
She mumbled, as she gently traced her other hoof along the sprained one. It was genuinely relaxing for her; it was a pretty nice, yet foreign feeling for her, for she hadn’t been relaxed for quite some time. She sighed a great sigh of relief and again, attempted to wake her parents from slumber, this time, however, with her right hoof.
“Hmmm,” her parents mumbled in unison, waking up to the sight of a little red filly,” Scootaloo, we were so worried, but why’d you wake us up, you need something?”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said nodding, “I…I want to go to normal Kindergarten, in…Ponyville!”
Needless to say the parents were surprised by their daughter’s erratic, sudden request. However, their daughter showed such passion in her eyes, it was truly admirable. They had to at least consider it. They relaxed their shoulders, and avoided eye contact with their child.
“Why,” asked her mother, “don’t you like it there?”
Her daughter gave off a look of abhorrence, and slowly shook her head.
“I just don’t,” her daughter responded brusquely.
Her father rolled his eyes, although her determination did not fade, nor weaken. She just wanted to go to the School in Ponyville, simply put.
“Fine,” her father said obliging to her daughter's request.
The little red mare sprung up and down, happily in celebration. For a mere second, there was a slight smirk on her father’s face. The little pony collapsed, however, since her hopping made her left hoof give in. The doctor reminded the silly, little filly of his warning, and scolded her for taking his words lightly. Yet elsewhere, lying on a pillow on a branch of a tree there was a mare by the name of Rainbow Dash, still satisfied with her selfless act that all ensued merely a day ago.
“That girl,” she began, “practically owes me her life!”
She began to stretch, and gave off a smirk.
“I should check on her,” Rainbow thought to herself “maybe…. she’ll give me something, well other than a ‘thanks’.”
As Rainbow Dash was walking towards the place were Scootaloo lay, trivially injured, she spotted a flower.
“This would be perfect for-,” she said before she stopped herself “no, she need something a bit more radical!”
She sat there pondering what to give Scootaloo. Then, suddenly, Rainbow Dash reached an epiphany.
“Wait isn’t she a Pegasus, and judging by her size, surely she’s incapable of flying,” Rainbow said aloud, gathering her thoughts, “maybe my gift to her won’t necessarily be a physical one!
All of a sudden, Rainbow Dash had a plan, a fine one at that. Right before sundown, she walked into the hospital, with her head high, and a mischievous look on her face. She walked to Scootaloo’s hospital room, which she has been to before, and since her parents had went back to Cloudsdale a few hours ago, the room was completely vacant, that is except for Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash. She didn’t notice how antiseptic Scootaloo’s room was before. The air smelled like lavender, and she could smell the fresh cotton smell of the sheets. Scootaloo lazily raised head, making sure to conserve her energy. Scootaloo stared at the mare, baffled.
“Who-,” Scootaloo barely got out before Rainbow Dash cut her off.
“Not enough time to explain,” Rainbow said, cutting off Scootaloo, “just watch outside your window.”
Rainbow raised the window with her hoof and squeezed through the narrow exit. She flapped her wings vigorously, so much so that alone astonished Scootaloo. She swiftly flew towards the heavens, and came soaring back to earth. It…. was a Sonic Rain Boom! The vivid, breath-taking colors of the rainbow complimented the titian sky peerlessly. It was the one of the most amazing sights in this world. Truly Rainbow Dash’s gift to Scootaloo was the best gift she has ever acquired, although a mere memory. It was the most consummate memory Scootaloo had, however. Rainbow Dash came back into Scootaloo’s room and admired her work. The rainbow was still lurking. It was such lovely, colorful sight. Scootaloo stood in awe, whilst a beam of sunshine warmed her face. The whole thing was just picture perfect. Scootaloo laid her small head on Rainbow’s stomach and admired the whole scene.
Scootaloo was still confused, for she didn’t know who this mysterious mare was. She erected her head and stopped, as she was fixated on the mare’s mane. Rainbow colored hair? Is she possibly the pony who rescued her?!