I do not own My Little Pony or any of the characters BUT Crossfire! And sorry, this chapter is short.

"Spitfire, can I pleeeeease come to Wonderbolt practice with you?" I beg my older sister, Spitfire.

"For the hundredth time," Spitfire says, slightly annoyed. "No."

"But we both know that I'm going to be a Wonderbolt someday," I argue. "So, I should get experience now!"

"Crossfire, you can barely fly as it is now," Spitfire shoots back, slipping her goggles over her fiery orange mane. "Besides, it's really dangerous. Sometimes we crash into the stands and you could get seriously injured if someone ran into you like that."

"But you know I will have a talent for flying!" I protest. "You said so yourself!"

"Yes, I did say that," Spitfire says. "But 'will have' does not mean 'does have'. And you don't even have your cutie mark. You could be something else besides a Wonderbolt. Got it?"

I pout. "Got it," I say sullenly.

Spitfire smiles and taps my chin. "Don't pout, Crossfire. It's bad for your complexion. We need to keep that face as perfect as possible. Am I right?"

"Right," I say, still a bit bummed out.

Spitfire pauses, considering something. "How about this? I'll take you to Ponyville and you can walk around whole I'm at practice. You could meet a new friend, or even get your cutie mark."

"Yeah!" I cheer. "I've always wanted to go to Ponyville... For some reason."

Spitfire laughs. "Do you want a bag to carry a few bits in case you want to buy something?"

"No thanks!" I crouch down like I'm about to take flight. "I'm gonna practice my flying!"

"Alright. We'd better get moving then." She makes sure the legs on her flight suit are nice and tight then leads me out the door of our house.

Like all the other times when Spitfire flies me places, she picks me up by the underarms and lets me pretend to fly under her. I flap my tiny wings as hard as I can. "How am I doing?" I pant.

Spitfire looks down to see what I'm doing then quickly looks back up. "You don't need to flap so hard," She advises. "It should be natural."

I nod and flap with less force.

Spitfire sets me down in a vacant field near Ponyville then lands next to me. "We're going to have to walk the rest of the way. If anyone sees me fly in, I'll never make it to practice on time." (A/N: Lolz. I was just typing "practice" and i accidentally typed "epra". My auto-correct [on my iPod touch] corrected it as Dora.)

I agree and follow her the rest of the way. When we were right at the entrance, Spitfire stops. "See you in 3 hours, 'kay? Love you." She bends down and nuzzles my cheek.

I nuzzle her back. "Love you too." (A/N: Is it just me, or does that sound EXTEREMELY cute?) Spitfire zooms off and I gallop into Ponyville, taking it all in. The scents, the sights, the noise, and the ponies.

I prance around, trying to find a good spot to practice my flying. I find a good spot by a farm that looks like it grows apples.

I jump and flap my wings naturally, just as Spitfire told me.

I've been practicing for about two hours and I still haven't got it. I'm starting to get frustrated.

Suddenly, I am tackled to the ground. I roll to a stop next to the pony that hit me. It was a pegasus with a rainbow colored mane and tail and a cyan coat.

I hear laughter from the pegasus. "Are you okay?" She giggles.

"Ouch!" I groan and lug myself up.

"It was an accident." The mare gets up and shakes the dirt out of her mane. "I'm Rainbow Dash. What's your name?"

"Crossfire," I say after spitting dirt out of my mouth.

Rainbow Dash looks at me. "Hey, you look like someone I know. I just can't put my hoof on it..."

"I'm just here to practice my flying. I would practice with my sister, but she's at Wonderbolt practice," I say with a shrug.

Rainbow's eyes widen. "Wonderbolt practice? You're sister is a Wonderbolt? Who is she?"

"Spitfire."

"THAT'S who you look like!" Rainbow squeals. "You're like a mini Spitfire!"

It's true; I do look a lot like Spitfire. I have a yellow coat with an orange and red mane. My mane was even starting to look like hers: spiked up at the top. (A/N: You know what I'm talking about. Like how Spitfire had her mane at the Grand Gala. Look it up.) I even have the same kind of dazed look on my face all the time. (A/N: If you've seen Spitfire in "The Best Night Ever", you'll know what I'm talking about.)

"I saw you practicing," Dash says. "And you're doing it all wrong... Except for the flapping. That was good."

I beam. "My sister said that the flapping should come natural on the way here."

"Anyways, instead of jumping straight up, then flapping, you should jump at an angle and flap your wings at the same time. You should crouch down real low with your rump in the air so that when you jump, you have lots of momentum."

I try that and stay in the air longer than I did before.

"Good," Dash says. "Now, you need to put your front legs in front of you and your hind legs behind you when you want to move while flying. When you're just hovering, you can just relax. Try it!"

I try this new advice, and to my surprise... I can fly! I squeal in delight. "Spitfire will be so proud of me!" I squeak, flying around in circles. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Dash laughs. "You're welcome!"

"I want to... Race!" I say excitedly. "Will you race me?"

"I don't know..." Dash taunts. "I'm pretty fast."

"Race me!" I beg. "Pleeeeeeeease!"

"Alright. Let's race!" She flies up to a cloud and lands on it. I land next to her.

"Onyourmarkgetsetgo!" I say quickly and take off. For my first time flying, I'm unusually fast. I would be maybe twice as fast as fillies my age.

Rainbow Dash chases after me, flying fast enough to catch up. I could tell she was going slower for me, but I was still happy that I was winning.

I get to the cloud we were racing to first and I cheer loudly. "My first time flying and I win my first race!"

Dash lands carefully next to me. "Good job! You're a natural! And look at your flank!"

I look down at my flank and see an image of two lightning bolts with fire at the tops forming an X. My cutie mark! I scream happily. "YESSSS!"

I fly back down with Rainbow following me.

When we get on the ground, I hear the WHOOSH of wings. "Hey, Crossfire!" It was Spitfire.

Spitfire lands next to me. She sees Rainbow. "Rainbow Dash! Long time, no see! I see you've met Crossfire."

"Rainbow taught me to fly!" I tell Spitfire. "And look at my flanks!" I turn to the side to show her my new cutie marks.

Spitfire's eyes widen and she gasps. "Your cutie mark! That's awesome, Crossfire!" She nuzzles me cheek. "I am SO proud of you!"

I nuzzle her back. "I'm so happy! Do you want to see me fly?"

"Yeah! Show me!"

I launch into the air, zooming around in circles and through clouds. I look back at my sister and Dash. They were talking happily. I land in front of them. "I was awesome, wasn't I?"

"Yes, you were!" Spitfire tells. "Well, we should get home. Thank you so much, Dash. This means a lot to me. I've never had much time to work with Crossfire on her flying and she was beginning to get anxious. I can't thank you enough."

I run up to Dash and hug her around the neck. She smiles and hugs back. "No problem!"

I pull away and say goodbye before Spitfire and I take off.