Me: If you follow my Tumblr you know that this fanfiction is celebrating the day I created PokeSpencerMan on YouTube, which was exactly one year ago if you're reading the day of upload.
Starstorm: Finally time for me to get an appearance on fanfiction!
Me: Again, if you follow my Tumblr, you know that the pony speaking right now is Starstorm, my OC Pegasus pony. The other main characters are my OCs too.
Soarin: Except for Starstorm, Blue Flare, Sky Rocket, Heart Storm, Lucky, Checkmate and Fast Ball, PokeSpencerMan doesn't own My Little Pony. If he did, Rainbow Dash would be in the Wonderbolts. Then again, so would Starstorm.
Me: And don't judge me for being a brony. FiM is a great show and is enjoyed by many other boys. Please be a stooky and enjoy my decent fanfic.
Chapter 1: The Storm of Stars
Today is the biggest day of my life. The Equestrian Best Pegasus Pony Flyer Competition is down to the final competitors! And I'm ready to win! Eight flyers, and I'm one of them! Only problem? These are some of the best flyers EVER!
"Geez, I'm not feeling so good all of a sudden." I think aloud.
"It's probably fear of losing." Says my old friend Soarin, a member of the Wonderbolts and another finalist. "Must be weird Starstorm, this is the first time you have no chance of winning."
I ignore Soarin, who is wearing his blue Wonderbolts outfit, already prepared to start. If I were to say something in a mean way, he'd take the loss to hard and his confidence would deflate. I'm no jerk, so I keep it simple.
"You must be thinking of somepony else. I don't lose." I finish combing my yellow mane, which instantly pops back up. I give up on my mane and follow Soarin out of the cramped sleeping space that I had stayed in overnight. The Cloudsdale Stadium puts the awe, in awesome. It's the kind of place that makes you feel like you're in some sort of dream.
"The Stadium sure is busy today." Points out Soarin. That's an understatement. Dozens of ponies are flooding the hallways getting ready for the race to begin. And that's not even including the thousands of fans I can already hear screaming from outside. I randomly start to think about what I'm about to do. What if I lose? I could probably out speed Soarin, but there are bound to be someponies who can out speed me. My thoughts fall out of my head as I bump into somepony. I'm knocked down, and flinch for a second.
"OH! I'm sosososososososo sorry!" Says the panicked voice of a mare. A worried looking pink pony is sitting on the floor across from me. I shake my head quickly and respond.
"That's fine, no problem." I pull myself up and offer the mare my hoof. She takes it with her own and stumbles as she gets up. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm sorry-"
"It's okay. It's my fault I wasn't watching where I was going." I hear a fake cough from behind me and remember Soarin is still here.
"Starstorm, in case you forgot, we have to go. Biggest day of your life, remember?" I'm secretly annoyed at Soarin, but I keep my cool.
"Right. Goodbye Ms..."
"It's Heart Storm." I nod cheerfully.
"Well, I'll see you around Heart Storm." The mare hurries off, and Soarin and I go the other direction. As soon as we're out of sight he slaps me, hard.
"You're quite the charmer aren't you Star." I can't tell if he's being sarcastic. Not that I really care. I'm too busy thinking about that mare. How her hot pink mane was curled with streaks of a brighter pink and how her kind green eyes sparkled in the light of the lamp.
Soarin and I reach the area where the other flyers are waiting. I see Spitfire, my other childhood friend. I also see Rainbow Dash, Equestria's fastest flyer in history...for now. She's speaking with her friend Fluttershy, who is here to cheer her on.
A blue mare enters the room and motions for us to be silent. The other ponies stop chattering. I take in a deep breath as she reads out the rules. But I've already memorized them by heart.
"The first rule of flying races, is that there are no rules." But the rules weren't all I memorized. "The entire course is filled with obstacles that will add more challenge. Opening and closing doors, fire walls, mazes and many more. You have all sworn not to blame the race for any injuries, and we have the signatures to prove it. Whoever reaches the finish line first wins." I take another deep breath. "Sounds simple enough." And I'm not being sarcastic.
