A/N: Hi again! Welcome to chapter 1!

Okay, there aren't any Flock members in this chapter, yet. For this, I apologize, but this chapter was necessary. (I hate when I'm right) I can't just start the story like "Sparkle Boy was walking down the road and Nudge walked around the corner and said 'Hi'" It just doesn't work.

Again, I'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes, but I only recently got a new keyboard and I didn't feel like typing it over. (I'm just lazy that way) So please point them out if you see any...

On with the story!

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What now? Sparkle Boy thought to himself. He was sitting in air traffic among a lot of ducks. They'd just figured out it was him who was making gun sounds and not a hunter's gun, so, for now, his fun was over.

He seemed to be the only other human-avian in the air today but... How? There are always so many other people. That was strange. Normally there were loads of people 100 feet away from him. Sure, he hasn't seen anyone up close since his last Pixie Dust incident, but he could always see people in the distance... staring at him... laughing...

He couldn't remember ever being this bored! He didn't even have anyone, except ducks, to talk to. Then he remembered his old power – the reason his wings got the name that they did. He poked his shoulder and music started playing on full blast. But not just any music, a re-mixed version of the My Little Pony song!

The ducks obviously decided 'stuff this' because they scattered in all directions into the sky and then came back together into 'V' formations as they flew further away.

This reaction from his fellow flyers gave him an over-exaggerated amount of pleasure, considering he didn't understand why they flew away. You see, he was perfectly normal, sane, there was nothing unusual about him at all, and he'd earned his fame. In his own mind, at least. In everyone else's he was completely strange, the outcast, the mistake, the weirdo of all human-avians.

No one knew why. Maybe something went wrong at conception, like a malfunction in his brain chemistry. Maybe he was raised by psychopaths or he might have been dropped on his head as a baby. Whatever the reason, they knew he wasn't normal. Not even close to it.

Which was probably the reason he didn't have parents.

But the one thing they couldn't explain was his British accent. He had lived his whole life in the USA so it really didn't make any sense at all.

But the accent may explain his Beetles hair cut, just another aspect that lead everyone to believe he was a complete nutter.

Then he realised, because the ducks had flown away, that there was no more traffic. This would've been considered a delayed reaction by normal standards, but to him it was normality.

He decided to fly around to go see where everybody was.

He flew over the entire town but nobody was anywhere in sight, and he was so bored he thought his brain might just short circuit (as if it hadn't already), which led him to the idea of going to somebody's house. But who? It's not like he had any real friends. Only adoring fans.

So he knocked on the first door he saw. The owner answered but, as soon as she saw who was standing at her door, she shut it fast.

This was repeated a couple times until he arrived at the door of a middle-aged woman. She didn't shut the door because of one reason – not everyone knew him. Every human-avian knew him, of course, but normal humans just didn't seem to be interested in the human-avian culture. And this poor unsuspecting woman seemed to think he was cute, him being an eleven year old.

Sparkle Boy got right to the point – "Where is everyone?" he asked in his strong British accent.

For some reason, she seemed to know the answer: "Some person is coming to the town for a visit. Apparently he's 'dangerous' or 'crazy' or something to that effect. I don't remember his name – it was very strange."

Sparkle Boy stared at her.

"Who are you anyway?" she asked him politely.

He shrugged and walked way, leaving her very confused.

I wonder who's coming? He thought to himself as he walked off to where ever.

A/N2: Two things:

1: From now on I will not remind you that Sparkle Boy has a British accent every time he speaks. You will just have to remember on your own.

2: I wanna see how many of you can guess who the 'dangerous, crazy old man' is? Put your guess in your review! I will mention your name in my credits next chapter, if you get it right. (I decided to start a 'credits' section, for everything and everyone that inspire me and/or make me happy. But it's only starting from next chapter because I forgot to write my list for the credits...Sorry.)

Please, please, please, PLEASE R&R! It makes me so happy. (No, I will not mention everyone who reviews in my Credits, okay? Get that out of your head right now)