A/N

Before we jump right into the story, I'd like to say thank you to the wonderful bronies that I happen to be friends with: Mint Sketcher and Midnight Blaze, who is the wonderful author who personally emailed me the entire story, asking me to publish it. Midnight Blaze is not exactly the best of writers, although she is extremely intelligent and super creative. So as a result of the many grammar, spelling and sometimes english issues, I'm currently fixing all of these errors, which takes a relatively long time. However, I am honored that Midnight Blaze asked me to help her with this, as she is pretty camera (or internet) shy. She hopes to become a writer someday, like me. I must thank Mint Sketcher for his ever helpful advice, support and overall friendship. It was he, who made me a bit more comfortable in my own skin and interests, and I am forever in his debut for making me feel like I belong. Now then, enjoy the story we have on hand (or should I say, on hoof ;) )

Chapter One: I Learn How Not To Fly

I closed my eyes, hoping to avoid the fear that is bubbling in my chest. Unfortunately, the wind whips around, causing me sway and nearly lose my balance on the cloud I am currently perched on. Causing me to open my eyes, gasp and quiver in fear at the distant ground below my hooves. I am probably the only pegasus in Cloudsdale with an extreme fear of heights.

Sadly, the flight instructor does not make dealing with this particular fear any easier. If anything, she makes it worse, constantly reminding us harshly that if we fail in our first flights, we will plummet to our deaths, at least two thousand miles above Ponyville. Can you tell she's encouraging?

I have virtually no friends here, in Cloudsdale. I'd much rather move someplace else, where there may be some pony willing to be my friend. But of course, my parents see no reason to give up here.

"Midnight, get your tail over here!" The instructor barks.

I nervously walked over to her, my wings pressed tightly against my body. She glared harshly at me, and gives me a rough shove, causing me to nearly plummet.

"Fly, you rock-head!" she ordered, shoving me again, this time off the cloud.

Frantically, I opened my wings, briefly trying to remember what next to do, when suddenly, I see the trees rushing up to me and I fall right into a big one. My head spins, and I can't focus on anything. Suddenly, a face appears, becoming one, and then more. I finally focus on the face, A slightly concerned, light brown-eyed colt with a black mane and green fur. He was very close to my face.

"Are you alright?" he asked, cocking his head in concern.

I groaned, and sat up more, folding my wings and wincing as I realized one was possibly broken. I scratched my head with my right hoof and sighed. "I think so. But this wing might be broken." I gestured with the same hoof to the now lying limp wing.

Carefully landing in the tree with me, he leaned towards the wing to inspect it. He nods thoughtfully, as if to concern my suspicions.

"C'mon, I'll help you out of the tree. You're lucky you landed in my ma's house, otherwise I never would've found you."

I noted that he was slightly larger than me, probably being older. I hopped onto his back, and he glided down.

"Thank you, I don't think I could've gotten out of that tree without your help." I hopped down, wincing as my wing touched the ground.

"No problem. It's not every day I get to help a filly out of my house."

I blushed, feeling rather stupid to the fact that I hadn't been as successful as I hoped in my first flight.

He smiled. As if reading my thoughts, he said "If it makes you feel any better, my first flight wasn't so good either."

I cocked my head, curious. "Really?"

"Really. My ma's not exactly the best of flyers. She usually flies slowly, if she flies at all. She prefers to keep her hooves on the ground, with my dad. My dad's an earth pony, so he couldn't teach me either. So I had to learn from one of my ma's friends, who's this amazing but really competitive pegasus mare."

"That sounds awful."

"Not as awful as it would've been if I hadn't learned at all. C'mon, follow me. My ma's not gonna bite you." The young colt motioned with a wing for me to follow.

After a moment's hesitation, I follow, entering the tree that I can plainly see as a house for somepony. He pushed open the door easily with his hoof, and waited patiently for me to enter the house, after which I did, closing the door as he entered.

"Mint?" A sweet, gentle voice called. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, ma. I found a filly in the branches of our tree. She might have a broken wing, think you can fix it?"

A pale yellow mare with a light pink mane tied in a bun entered the room. She had aqua blue eyes, and three butterflies on her flank, her cutie mark. Her wings were folded.

"Mint, how many times do I have to tell you that I can only deal with minor injuries, not big things like a broken wing." She scolded gently.

"But ma, our wings are kinda like bird wings anyway. So is there much of a difference?"

The mare sighed. "I'll see what I can do for a temporary fix. What's her name anyway? Did you you even ask, let alone give your own?"

The colt ducked his head, ears flattened. "Not yet, ma." He turned to me. "My name's Mint Sketcher. What's yours?"

"Midnight Blaze." I replied.

"That's a pretty name. I like your name." Mint smiled.

I felt myself blush again. "Your name's nice too."

I noticed the mare approached me with something that looked like bandages. She began to wrap the limp wing securely to my body with the bandages, making them tight, but no so that I wouldn't be able to breath. When she was finished, she straightened up and gave me a motherly smile.

"There you go. Let's go find Rainbow Dash to see if she'll take you back up to Cloudsdale."

There was a knock on the door. The mare, though looking questioningly, didn't hesitate to open the door.

"Yes? May I help you?" she asked kindly.

"About half an hour ago, our young filly fell down from her first flight. We are her parents, to retrieve her."

"What is her name? And what does she look like?"

"Midnight Blaze. She has a dark violet coat, green eyes, a dark blue mane with red and lilac in it, wears her mane down and is about this high." A deep voice says.

"You are very fortunate your daughter landed on my house. My youngest son was flying around the house and saw her crash land. I temporarily bandaged her broken wing. Come inside, I'll pour you some lemonade."

I watched as my parents walked into the room. My father: Straight Arrow, with his white coat, and red-with-lilac mane. His cutie mark was a bow and arrow. He was part of the royal guard, spending most of the time in Canterlot protecting the princesses. But for now, he was on vacation, allowing his beard to grow out more. He had a few scars and was usually very guff. I didn't often get along with him. He had yellow eyes.

My mother's name was Mythic Aurora. She worked in Cloudsdale as a specialist to explain the certain events that happened in the sky. Like the occasional event of a night rainbow. Night rainbows didn't consist of all the colors, just certain ones. They streaked sideways through the air, lighting the whole sky with beautiful colors. My mother's cutie mark was a red-pink-orange variation of the night rainbows. She was a very dark purple, with a dark blue mane. She had jade colored eyes.

As soon as my mother saw me, she shot forward and wrapped me in an embrace. "Oh my poor little filly, are you alright?"

"Yes mother, Mint Skechers mother temporarily fixed my wing." I replied, having a slightly annoyed tone in my voice.

My mother rose, glancing at Mint Sketcher, turned to his mother and smiled. "Thank you for helping her. What is your name?"

"Fluttershy. And it was nothing. I usually take care of the woodland animals, but I know how to keep a broken wing from hurting more."

My mother jolted, as if someone had shocked her. "The Fluttershy, bearer of the Element of Harmony?"

Fluttershy shrugged. "I suppose, if those are my titles. I prefer just being plain old Fluttershy."

"We are deeply in your debt. How may we repay this?"

"Oh, you don't have to do anything. I was just doing what I'd do to any filly who fell on my house. Besides, I think Mint has decided she'll make a good friend. But perhaps we should talk another day. It's getting late, and I need to be getting dinner ready."

"We really cannot thank you enough." My mother said as she gently guided me to the door.

"Really, it was nothing. Feel free to drop by any time. I have a feeling Mint Sketcher would really like to become friends with her."

"I could teach her how to fly, if you want!" he piped up.

My mother beamed at him. It was a common fact in our house that we needed to start saving our bits. "That would be lovely. Perhaps I could drop her off next week so she can start."

"Awesome! I can't wait."

"Goodbye." my mother said, nudging me again.

"Bye Mint!" I called through her legs as the door was shut.

…

As promised, I went to Mint Sketcher's house next week. He was always very patient with me, and made me feel much better when I finally could get off the ground a bit. When I finally could fly without crashing, he whooped in happiness. In flight, I felt a lot safer. I was still afraid of heights, but now that I could fly, it wasn't as scary.

We were flying around, when I heard the distinct clop of hooves, and the sound of a wagon coming through. Mint spiraled down, and disappeared through the trees. Not wanting to be alone in the air, I followed him to discover he was being hugged by a large red stallion wearing a collar, and given a noogie by a slightly shorter orange...colt...stallion? He looked like a teen, being all awkwardly shaped. His cutie mark was a green apple next to what looked to be ginger. He had a red with darker red mane, and a tail that consisted of the same colors, except it also had an extra color: the same light pink hue that Fluttershy had.

When the teen glanced at me, he grinned. His dark blue eyes shined with mischief and I noticed he had a scar on the right side of his face. He wore a dark green scarf.

"Who's the filly, little brother?" he asked.

Mint back away from the large stallion and gave a brief smile at me. "That's Midnight Blaze. I've been teaching her how to fly."

"Midnight Blaze, eh?"

I nodded.

"Well I'm Jonagold, Mint's older brother." Jonagold let go of Mint's head for a moment to bow.

"Imma Big Mac, his papa. Now if you'll excuse us little missy, we'll unload our wagon and not keep Mint from ya any longer." Said the stallion; Big Mac. He had a deep voice, and a country accent.

Mint flattened his ears and opened his wings and shot up in the air. I followed him after a minute's hesitation. Once in the sky, he began to teach me how to do more acrobatic things. Then we found a hill to lay on, to watch the clouds.

"You know what?" Mint said after a while.

I glanced at him. "What?"

"I think we're gonna be friends." he said, smiling.

I paused. Then smiled too. "Me too."

A/N

Holy balls, this thing is actually kinda fun to edit. I've spent at least three days working on this one chapter. I never thought it'd be fun to work on an MLP story. Perhaps you'll learn something at the end of this, other than friendship is magic. :)