Chapter 2: Flashback
Stepping back into the same old house, the same old living room, with the paint on the wall chipping off, and the same old messy sight greeted me. Staying here for about 21 years, things rarely change.
Except when I left the house this morning, the living room was sparkling neat.
Now, books, clothes and miscellaneous stuff lay strewn across the floor.
"DASHIE!" I yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "Have you been practicing your mini Raintwirls again? The place is a mess!"
No reply.
"DASHIE! Come down this instance young mare!"
"It wasn't me! Well, at least the place looks 20% cooler, right?" she cheekily laughed from her room.
And in a minute she came flying down the stairs, her striking rainbow mane and tail flowing smoothly along with the wind. Her bright purple eyes stared at the living room, and then she looked at me.
"Well…It is kinda messy." Dashie looked up at me, and spotted my stern stare. She immediately picked up my message.
"UGH, fine then." She groaned. "I'll clean it up." She zoomed around the room, picking up stuff as she grumbled. "I wish I had a magical horn."
"Why not practice outside next time?"
"The trees in the garden are too huge! And since you don't allow me to fly around alone, I thought that the living room was spacious enough…" she broke into a laughing fit. "Sorry, dad." Dashie resumed cleaning up the mess.
As I monitored her cleaning the living room, I picked up the photo album that was lying at my foot. I flipped it open, and streams of sweet memories came flowing through. Pictures of filly Dashie made my heart melt. There were pictures of Dashie with her friends, Twilight, Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie and Fluttershy. They smiled at the camera, frozen in time.
The doorbell rang all of a sudden, startling me.
I stood up, suddenly feeling light-headed. Time revolved so slowly.
The doorbell rang once more, as it slowly changed into the sound of an alarm. Taking a deep breath, I turned the doorknob.
