A/N: Welcome to One Hundred Moments! This is the sequel to One Hundred Worlds, which I would love you all to read. I do take requests, but they must all be about canon characters. Send in a prompt, a song, a word, whatever you would like a snippet written about!

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Rainbow Dash is speed, love, and the winds of a raging storm embodied in reality. She smiles and the lightning flashes, she laughs and the wind howls, she speaks and it is like the thunder crashing high up in the cloud covered sky.

To say that she is her element, it is easy.

To say that her element is reality, it is harder.

You see, Rainbow Dash is loyal and that is what makes her strong. It is also what makes her weak, because she is far, far too loyal and far too brave and her own needs they come third, fourth, fifth, last. Always and always last.

It is the middle of summer and she is last once more. Soarin, he is injured. Too injured to fly, to brave the horrid weather that rushes through Equistria, and there is no one else that can redirect this storm. It is the biggest one in years too, already having left the lands of the Antelope in ruins.

So she smiles and nods and, of course I can do it, Celestia, don't you worry.

Because loyalty to her friends, to her country, that runs deep. It makes the way her vision blur worth it, and it makes the ache that runs deeply through her wings and down, down, down into her spine so completely

utterly

completely worth it.

Deeper than though, it is fear. Fear that she will finally lose everything. The ponies that had taken her in and given her a reason to keep trying, the land that she had worked so hard to protect, the very things that she fights for every day of her life. The very beat of her heart and her wings and her friends wishing that she wouldn't go, that she would stay and be safe - but she cannot be safe without them, and they cannot be safe with this storm headed their way, and they cannot be safe without her.

So Rainbow Dash flaps her wings again and the lightning streaks past her.

All she can think about are bright lights and finally being known for something more, something better, except it is not her name that is whispered around the land, not the name of her best friend, not the name of the pegasi who have given all they had, but the name of a single unicorn mare and six stalions who fly for show and little else.

Dips her head down and narrows her eyes, trying to see through the pouring rain.

This is her only name sake, and her name sake is loyalty.