Season 1:Friendly problems
Episode 1: The Stands Part 2: Friendly competition
The morning carried a serene, almost drowsy rhythm. By nine-thirty, the sun was already high, spilling its golden rays over the soccer field. The grass, still damp with dew, swayed gently to the tune of a playful breeze, while tiny ladybugs flitted about with light grace. It was as if the entire world whispered a tranquil melody, a prelude promising calm. But that calm wouldn't last long.
A sharp thud shattered the air like a declaration of war. The ball arced flawlessly before landing forcefully in the center of the field. With that impact, the field awakened, and the morning serenity quickly gave way to a whirlwind of raw energy.
A group of girls moved across the field like a perfectly imperfect dance. Each step and turn brimmed with effort and determination. Amidst the organized chaos, one figure stood out like lightning in a clear sky.
Rainbow Dash.
The star forward advanced with an almost supernatural prowess. Her multicolored hair gleamed under the sun, streaming behind her like a flag announcing her presence. Each of her movements was a spectacle in itself—a mix of speed, audacity, and lethal precision. When Dash took action, it seemed even the wind stepped aside to let her pass.
—Faster, Dash! —shouted Spitfire, the central midfielder, her tone both a challenge and a command. With a calculated movement, she sent a long pass slicing through the air like an arrow.
Dash caught the pass with insulting ease, controlling the ball as if it were an extension of her body. A confident smile played on her lips, one of those smiles that could intimidate anyone in her path.
—Is that all you've got, Spitfire? —Dash teased as she accelerated. Her voice carried a spark of provocation, but also the kind of camaraderie that made her teammates want to keep up.
The forward surged ahead with determination, leaving behind two defenders who barely had time to react. Her steps were swift, almost imperceptible, yet perfectly calculated. From the right wing, Fleetfoot raised her voice to offer support.
—Come on, Dash, you've got this! I'm here if you need me! —Fleetfoot called from the right wing, her voice cutting through the air with the same urgency as the footsteps on the grass.
Rainbow Dash didn't respond—not out of disregard but because she was completely focused. She didn't need help. Not yet. Her eyes locked on her target, calculating every move with surgical precision. With a sharp turn, she dodged her marker. The defender, stunned by the sudden shift, lost her balance and ended up kneeling on the grass. Dash didn't even look back. There was something in the way she moved, in the fluidity of her steps, that bordered on humiliating for her opponents.
She lifted her gaze toward the goal. Derpy Hooves was already in position, ready to face her. Despite her concentrated expression and her eyes, which sometimes seemed to look in opposite directions, there was a steely determination in her stance. It was as if the entire universe—or at least the outcome of that training session—hinged on that moment.
Dash knew what she had to do. Everything boiled down to a single moment, a heartbeat. The entire field seemed to hold its breath as she planted her left foot firmly on the ground. Her body tensed, channeling all her energy into her right leg. And then, with a clean, powerful motion, she launched the ball.
The impact echoed across the field. The ball shot forward like a missile, with a speed and precision that defied the laws of physics. Its trajectory was clear: the upper left corner of the goal.
Derpy reacted instantly, leaping with all her might, stretching so far it seemed her entire body elongated in pursuit of the ball. But the shot's speed was relentless. The ball struck the net with a sharp, resonant sound, stretching it to its limit. For a moment, silence gripped the field.
—Goal! —Surprise shouted from the left wing, breaking the moment with overflowing enthusiasm.
She jumped with joy like a little kid, while the rest of the team erupted into applause and cheers. The players ran to the center of the field, laughing and celebrating their star forward's play. Rainbow Dash, standing in front of the goal, raised both arms in triumph, as if she'd just won a championship final.
—That's what happens when Rainbow Dash is on the field, —she said with a confident smile, winking at Fleetfoot as sweat trickled down her forehead.
Fleetfoot laughed as she adjusted her headband. Her expression was a mix of admiration and amusement.
—Yeah, yeah, superstar. No need to say it; we all saw it, —she replied, amused.
Before Dash could answer, Spitfire arrived from midfield with an approving smile and arms crossed over her chest. Her voice, filled with authority, cut through the chatter.
—Always so modest, huh? —she remarked, though her tone made it clear there was nothing but admiration in her words. Then she added seriously—. Well done, Dash. That goal was impressive.
—Thanks, Spit, —Dash replied, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand—. Though, if you ask me, I think I could've done it even faster.
Spitfire let out a brief laugh, shaking her head. Her smile was a mix of disbelief and pride.
—You never settle, do you?
—Me? Settle? —Dash feigned indignation, placing a hand on her chest—. Never.
—That was amazing, Dash! —Misty Fly exclaimed, running toward the group with a wide smile. Her breath was still heavy from the intensity of the training. She had been the one to start the play with a flawless pass from midfield—. I swear I didn't think you'd make it, but... well, it's you.
Dash shot her a look of camaraderie, that mix of confidence and charisma that always accompanied her. She patted Misty on the shoulder, letting her words float with a playful tone.
—Doubting me? Come on, Misty. You should know that's not in the rulebook.
Laughter burst out among the players like a torrent, momentarily easing the tension brought by the training. Each laugh seemed infused with camaraderie, a spark that made the team more than just a group of players: they were a family on the field.
As the girls returned to their positions, ready for the next play, Rainbow Dash lingered for a moment where she had scored the goal. She raised her arms, not in a grandiose gesture of celebration, but with the calm of someone who knows triumph is inevitable. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger for more.
—Is that all you've got? —she asked with a mischievous smile, walking lightly back to the center of the field.
—Don't get comfortable! —Lightning Dust shot back from defense, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised in a challenging gesture—. I'll stop you next time.
—Sure you will, Lightning, keep dreaming. —Dash winked at her and spun on her heels, her carefree attitude igniting a spark of competitiveness in Lightning's eyes.
The coach's whistle echoed from the sidelines, momentarily interrupting the banter. Her firm, authoritative voice filled the air.
—Attention, team! Now we're practicing recovery. Defenders, don't let the forwards advance more than three touches. I want to see effort, ladies!
The field came alive again as the game resumed. The ball rolled back into play, and Dash received it with a quick pass from Misty Fly. With that first touch, the atmosphere shifted; there was something hypnotic about the way she moved the ball. Her speed wasn't just physical but mental, as if every step was already planned in her mind before execution.
Lightning Dust waited patiently for her moment, her eyes fixed on Dash like a predator stalking its prey. When Dash accelerated, Lightning lunged for the ball, anticipating her move.
But Dash had read her from the start. She picked up speed at just the right moment, forcing Lightning to react too late. With a precise touch, she evaded the tackle, leaving Lightning out of the play.
—That was a good one! —High Winds shouted from the other end of the field, her voice tinged with both amusement and exasperation.
Dash didn't reply. Her eyes were locked on her next target: Spitfire, who had taken a firm stance as the last line of defense before the goal.
—Think you can get past me, Dash? —Spitfire asked, her tone serious but with a glint of competitive respect in her eyes.
Dash flashed a defiant smile, advancing without hesitation.
—I don't think so —she replied, moving the ball with quick, precise touches as she closed in on Spitfire—. I know so.
The duel between Rainbow Dash and Spitfire was brief but intense, like a lightning bolt cutting through the sky during a storm. Spitfire tried to anticipate Dash's every move, her firm steps aiming to block any advance. But Dash, as if she had invisible wings on her feet, shifted direction with a fluid turn, an almost choreographed move that left Spitfire out of position.
The rest of the team held their breath. Near the goal, Derpy Hooves waited with an uncertain expression, her crossed eyes struggling to track both Dash and the ball at the same time.
From the left wing, Surprise's voice broke the silence:
—Derpy, focus! You can do it!
Derpy stepped forward, her hands stretched out and trembling, trying to cover as much of the goal as possible. The tension in the air was almost palpable; the other players watched with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
Dash, for her part, maintained her confident demeanor. She lifted her foot as if to shoot, her gaze fixed on Derpy as though there were no other options. Derpy leaned to the right, anticipating the strike. But then, just as everyone expected the sound of impact, Dash did something no one saw coming: instead of shooting, she redirected the ball to the opposite corner with a masterful touch.
—Fleetfoot, it's yours! —Dash shouted, as the ball slid across the grass as if magnetized toward her teammate.
Fleetfoot, who had run unmarked, received the pass with a satisfied smile. She controlled the ball with a delicate touch, positioned herself, and sent it into the back of the net with impeccable precision.
—Goal! —several voices shouted in unison as the team erupted in applause and cheers of celebration.
Fleetfoot ran toward Dash, high-fiving her enthusiastically.
—That was brilliant, Dash. I had no idea you were going to pass.
Dash, still catching her breath, shrugged with a mischievous grin.
—You know me, Fleet. I like to keep everyone on their toes.
The team began to gather around them, their laughter and comments filling the air. Spitfire, however, walked calmly toward Dash, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. When she reached her, she gave her a light tap on the shoulder, a mix of approval and challenge in her gaze.
—Not bad —Spitfire said in a neutral tone, though the glint in her eyes revealed something more—. But you won't always catch me off guard.
Dash laughed, picking up the ball at her feet.
—Maybe not always, Spitfire, but today's enough, isn't it?
With a quick motion, she tossed the ball toward Derpy. It arced perfectly through the air, and though it seemed destined to bounce awkwardly, Derpy managed to catch it just before it hit the ground.
—I got it! —Derpy shouted excitedly, holding the ball up as if she had caught a shooting star.
The laughter grew louder, but it wasn't mocking; it was camaraderie. It was the kind of joy that turned a simple training session into something unforgettable.
O - - - - - - - O
The sun was at its highest point, casting a scorching heat over the soccer field. The breeze seemed to have given up, leaving sweat to drip down the players' foreheads. Despite the exhaustion, satisfied smiles adorned their faces. Practice had ended, and the whirlwind of movement, shouts, and commands was now replaced by the relaxed murmur of laughter, jokes, and the rustling of bags being packed.
Rainbow Dash bent down to put her cleats into her backpack, her damp, disheveled hair sticking to her face. She hardly cared. Her usual carefree attitude shone through, even under the blazing sun. As she zipped up her bag, she shot a conspiratorial glance at her teammates, as if fatigue could never touch her.
—That was a great practice today! —Surprise exclaimed, her energy still intact. With a swift motion, she tossed her empty water bottle toward a nearby trash can, sinking it with a precision that drew laughter and applause.
Lightning Dust, leaning against her backpack, let out a hearty laugh as she closed her own bag—. Yeah, sure, great practice... if we ignore that Dash turned me into a practice cone. —Her tone was full of camaraderie, though tinged with a slight hint of wounded pride.
Rainbow Dash, who had just put on a backward cap to keep her hair out of her face, laughed heartily.
—Hey! It's not my fault you're so predictable, Dust. You've got to move faster if you want to catch up to me!
Dash's words sparked another wave of laughter among the girls. Even Lightning Dust, despite her apparent annoyance, ended up smiling faintly and shaking her head.
At that moment, Coach Windy Whistles emerged from the sidelines, approaching the group with a relaxed yet commanding demeanor. Her short hair, streaked with orange and yellow reminiscent of Dash's, glinted under the sun. Her hands were on her hips, and her whistle hung from her neck like a badge of authority.
—Good work today, team, —she said firmly, though her tone carried a hint of warmth—. But remember, this is just the beginning. I want to see you all fresh tomorrow!
The players nodded, some raising a hand in acknowledgment as they continued gathering their sports bags and empty bottles. However, before the coach walked away, her gaze rested on Rainbow Dash. With a tone that was both affectionate and authoritative, she added, "See you later, Dashie!"
A ripple of giggles spread among the girls. Dash, surprised and visibly embarrassed, felt her cheeks flush bright red. She lowered her head and tugged at the brim of her cap, as if it could shield her from the moment.
—Aw, mom... —she muttered, pressing her lips together in a mix of embarrassment and resignation.
The laughter grew louder but soon transformed into comments about the practice and the day's plays. The group began to move toward the field's exit, the midday heat embracing them as the sun cast long shadows on the grass.
Suddenly, Dash stopped in her tracks, as if struck by a lightning bolt of realization. She placed a hand on her forehead with a gesture of exasperation that said more than words.
—Aw, man! —she exclaimed, her tone dripping with frustration.
The rest of the team turned to her, curious and amused. Fleetfoot, adjusting her backpack strap, raised an eyebrow with a half-smile.
—What now? —she asked, savoring the moment.
Dash let out a dramatic sigh and pointed quickly toward the gym building, as though the motion could sum up her misfortune.
—I left my sneakers in the gym, —she said, shrugging with an expression that tried to be nonchalant but was betrayed by a grimace of annoyance.
Surprise, ever laid-back, raised her hands in a gesture of support that didn't completely hide her amusement.
—Don't worry, Dash. We'll wait here, —she said, grinning from ear to ear.
Lightning Dust, on the other hand, didn't miss the chance for a signature sarcastic comment.
—Don't get lost, champ, —she quipped, crossing her arms with a teasing smile.
Dash shot her a sarcastic look.
—Ha, ha. Very funny. —she rolled her eyes and, with a huff, started jogging toward the gym, leaving behind the soft laughter of her teammates.
As she entered the building, the noise of practice faded away, replaced by a silence that seemed to envelop everything. The hallway was empty, and the echo of her steps reverberated in the stillness, amplifying the sense of solitude.
The gym was bathed in golden light streaming through the high windows. Sunbeams cast rectangular shadows on the polished floor, as if the space were a canvas painted by the late afternoon. Dash stopped in the middle of the locker room, her eyes scanning the area quickly.
—Where did I leave them? —she murmured, crossing her arms and letting her gaze wander among the benches and lockers.
The gym was deserted, and the absence of noise made every little sound more pronounced: the faint hum of the lights, the dull echo of her steps on the linoleum floor, even the occasional creak of the building settling. It was as if the place wanted to remind her she was completely alone.
Her frustration grew with every passing second. How could she forget something as basic as her sneakers? Finally, her eyes landed on a corner near the benches. There they were, resting peacefully as if nothing had happened, as if mocking her forgetfulness. But right next to them, something else caught her attention: a small silver whistle.
—What the heck...? —she murmured, frowning as she leaned down to pick it up.
The whistle gleamed faintly under the light filtering through the gym's tall windows. It seemed out of place, as if it didn't belong there, as though someone had deliberately left it, waiting for her to find it. She turned it over in her fingers, examining it carefully. It was light, more so than she had expected, and its design was simple, without markings or inscriptions indicating its origin.
Without thinking too much, Dash brought it to her lips and blew hard. What she expected was the characteristic sharp sound that would break the silence of the space, but to her surprise, nothing happened. Not a whistle, not a whisper. Nothing.
—Huh? —she exclaimed, pulling it away from her mouth and staring at it with even more confusion.
She turned it over again, searching for any detail that could explain the strange silence. Maybe it was clogged or one of those cheap toys that didn't work properly. But something inside her whispered that there was more to it, something she couldn't quite grasp. Undeterred, she blew again, harder this time, but the result was the same: absolute emptiness.
A slight chill ran down her spine. It was as if the air had momentarily ceased to exist, as if blowing into that whistle had created a tangible void. She swallowed and shrugged, trying to shake off the unease.
—It must be broken or something... —she murmured, though her own words sounded weak, as if trying to convince herself of something she didn't entirely believe.
However, she wasn't the type to let strange feelings get to her. Rainbow Dash quickly tucked the whistle into the pocket of her shorts with a swift, almost nervous motion. Then she bent down to pick up her sneakers. She slipped them on automatically, as if doing so could dispel the discomfort the object had caused.
As she walked back to the field, the sense of unease lingered, crouched in a corner of her mind. Each step she took seemed to echo louder than necessary, as if the gym's acoustics wanted to remind her of the strange discovery. She shook her head and pressed her lips together.
—It's probably just some junk someone forgot, —she told herself, this time with a bit more conviction, though part of her wasn't so sure.
The sun was still shining brightly when she exited the building, and the team's lively chatter on the field was a welcome relief. Her teammates' laughter broke the silence she'd left behind, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. But the whistle was still there, in her pocket, and every now and then, she felt its weight—light yet impossible to ignore.
Someone, or something, seemed to want her to find it.
O - - - - - - - O
Although she forced herself to ignore the unease, something in her chest wouldn't stop tightening. She had found the whistle, tucked it into her pocket, and, without giving it much thought, decided to carry on with her day. The sun continued to shine brightly, and the warm air brushed against her skin as she walked back to the field. Her sneakers in hand, Dash looked carefree, as if her brief absence had been nothing.
Upon arriving, she saw her teammates gathered under the shade of a nearby tree. The chatter surrounding them was typical—a mix of casual conversations and laughter. Derpy, seated on the grass, seemed lost in thought, gazing at the sky with a calmness that contrasted with the usual energy bursting from the others. Her finger absentmindedly twirled a strand of her hair, oblivious to the noise around her.
—I'm back! —Rainbow Dash announced triumphantly, raising her sneakers in the air like a newly won trophy—. See? I didn't take long at all.
—Sure, —Lightning Dust replied with a mocking smile—. We almost fell asleep waiting for you.
Dash gave her a sidelong glance with a defiant expression. Then, she dropped her sneakers onto the grass with a small thud, sitting down next to her teammates without losing her playful attitude.
—You wish, Dust, —she retorted, her light tone reflecting the confidence that always accompanied her, as her smile faded under the sunlight's glare—. So? What's next?
Before anyone could answer, Derpy raised her hand with the same enthusiasm as if she were in a classroom, her eyes shining with almost contagious excitement. It was impossible not to notice her energy, as if she was always ready for a new challenge, and today was no exception.
—I suggest we go for burgers! —she exclaimed, her smile so wide it seemed to light up the entire field—. You know, to celebrate surviving another one of Rainbow's mom's training sessions.
The other girls exchanged quick glances. Some smiled, others nodded with the quiet acceptance that only Derpy could inspire with her spontaneous ideas. Rarely did anyone refuse her suggestions, and this time wasn't going to be different. Dash's laughter rang out for a moment—light, full of the energy that always characterized her. For an instant, the forgotten whistle in her pocket didn't seem so important. The worries she'd had earlier faded away, as if they'd never existed.
—Sure, like I'd miss that, —Dash replied with a knowing smile, her tone reflecting the momentary calm she had found in being surrounded by her friends.
The air was fresh under the tree's shade, and for a moment, the warmth of the environment made her feel as though everything was in its place, as if the universe was offering her this brief reprieve. The girls began to get up, full of enthusiasm, ready to move on to the next plan, laughing and joking amongst themselves. But in the back of her mind, something persisted, like a distant echo that wouldn't disappear. The whistle in her pocket remained, like a whisper refusing to be silenced.
It was at that moment that Spitfire, who had been tying her hair into a ponytail with her usual precision, raised an eyebrow and let out an amused smile, the kind only she could pull off. It was a smile that said a lot, one that made it clear that even surrounded by laughter and energy, Spitfire knew how to have fun in her own way.
—"Surviving"? —Spitfire repeated, raising her voice a little more than necessary, aiming to get the group's attention. Her smile carried a playful touch, almost mischievous, and her tone conveyed what everyone expected from her—something funny, but with that subtle edge only she could manage—. These training sessions are murder on the muscles. Dash, your mom sure knows how to train.
The group laughed in unison—some girls nodding knowingly, others simply giving in to Spitfire's humor. No one could deny that Rainbow Dash's mom's training was intense, but somehow, everyone knew it was worth it. It wasn't just pain—it was progress, and they always aimed for more.
However, Rainbow Dash's expression froze for a moment. Her left eyebrow arched in total confusion, as if the conversation had suddenly taken an unexpected turn. She was so used to her mom's intense training that, for a moment, she didn't catch the teasing tone in Spitfire's words.
—Huh? —she responded, trying to figure out if she was being serious or just messing with her.
Before the discomfort could settle entirely, Surprise, who always seemed to have the ability to lighten any situation with her overflowing energy, intervened like a breath of fresh air.
—Yeah! —she said, without a hint of irony, her smile illuminating her face—. But we mean it with love, Dash.
The sincerity in Surprise's words broke the tension of the moment. Dash, still a bit confused, couldn't help but relax and let out a small laugh. While Spitfire's joke had been a bit out of place, the girls knew their relationship allowed for those kinds of comments. Somehow, everything had its touch of humor, even if it wasn't always easy to grasp.
—That sounds like something Surprise would say! —Lightning Dust commented, laughing loudly, while the others couldn't help but join in the relaxed atmosphere the conversation had begun to take on.
It was then that Fleetfoot, who had been relatively quiet until now, raised her fist in the air as if she had found the perfect moment to make her big contribution to the plan.
—I'm buying the fries! —she exclaimed, with the same energy that had characterized her during training. Like the others, she seemed eager to break the routine and enjoy a good moment.
Misty Fly, always so calm, tucked her hair behind her ear and, with a soft but firm smile, added.
—I'll take care of the drinks.
Rainbow Dash, seeing that the others were starting to take the initiative with the day's small tasks, wasn't about to be left behind. Crossing her arms, she smiled with the confidence only she could have, knowing this was her moment to shine.
—Then I'm ordering the biggest combo they've got, —she said, making sure everyone could hear her—. You know, because I'm the star of the team.
Lightning Dust's response was immediate. With her mocking tone, knowing Dash never missed a chance to show off her ego, she laughed.
—Please, Dash, —she said between chuckles—. With how much you eat, there won't be anything left for the rest of us.
The girls burst into laughter—some more amused than others, but all enjoying the lighthearted teasing that only close friends could share. Rainbow Dash didn't back down. She knew that, in a way, the attention always fell on her, and she loved it. In her mind, it was fine being the center of jokes as long as they were the kind that friends shared.
Despite the laughter and good vibes, something kept lingering in her mind. The whistle in her pocket, though insignificant, refused to completely fade away. It was like a faint shadow, a reminder of something she couldn't entirely ignore. But for now, at least, she could leave it for later, enjoying this rare moment of calm among her friends.
O - - - - - - - O
—Misty, when you said you'd pick a burger joint... I didn't expect it to be like this —commented High Winds, her voice wavering between surprise and slight discomfort as she glanced around with a mix of fascination and caution.
The place was, without a doubt, peculiar. The restaurant's façade evoked an '80s nostalgia, with bright colors and a design that seemed straight out of a decades-old TV show. Neon lights flickered softly, casting a warm glow that illuminated the edges of a timeworn logo. The interior, with its retro touches, completed the ambiance; the walls were adorned with posters and memorabilia reminiscent of a bygone era, and the shiny white plastic furniture exuded an air of unapologetic modernity.
But what stood out the most, what truly made the place feel like a time capsule, were the waiters and waitresses. They all wore perfectly themed uniforms in sky blue with shiny black trim and skated through the restaurant with surprising skill, serving orders between tables with almost choreographed fluidity. Their skates, with wheels that lit up in colorful flashes as they moved, added a touch of surrealism to an already eccentric venue.
The six girls exchanged glances, sharing expressions of bewilderment. It was as if, for a brief moment, they were all trying to decide whether the place was charmingly quirky or simply too much of the unusual. Even Derpy, usually the most enthusiastic when it came to anything new, stood staring at the lights on the façade, seemingly hypnotized by the vibrant mix of colors and design details as her eyes darted from one corner to the next, soaking in everything the place had to offer.
Misty Fly, for her part, seemed entirely oblivious to the inquisitive looks from her companions. Calmly, she sipped her drink through a straw, enjoying the flavor without appearing to pay much attention to anything around her. She didn't look perturbed, surprised, or even curious. She looked comfortable, as if all of this were just part of her everyday routine.
—Why do you say that? —Misty asked, her tone nonchalant, barely glancing up from her drink before focusing back on it.
There was a brief silence, followed by a collective sigh. None of them answered directly. Instead, they started discussing what they would order, flipping through the menus with renewed interest. The girls continued scanning the options, the restaurant's murmur echoing in the air, but something about the atmosphere still felt unsettling. Of course, this didn't seem to bother Misty, who had already retreated into her own world of sodas and tranquility.
Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, was quieter than usual. Perched on the edge of her chair, she kept her attention fixed on a magazine that seemingly dealt with sports. However, as Fleetfoot moved closer to her, her eyes couldn't help but drift over the pages, revealing that it wasn't an ordinary magazine. It was a paperback book with epic tones that stood out on the cover. As Fleetfoot leaned in, Rainbow Dash unintentionally found herself caught by her curious gaze.
When Fleetfoot noticed what Rainbow was reading, she couldn't help but smile with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
—I didn't know you liked reading Daring Do —she commented with evident interest, leaning slightly toward her.
Rainbow Dash, realizing she had attracted attention, blushed almost imperceptibly. She closed the book with an exaggerated swiftness, as if trying to hide something that, deep down, felt more vulnerable than she was willing to admit.
—Well, it's not something I show off all the time —Dash said, scratching the back of her neck with a casual laugh that, though it wasn't meant to sound nervous, betrayed a hint of discomfort.
Fleetfoot, with her usual mischievous smile, leaned back and let out a small chuckle.
—Ah, right. Not exactly "team star material," huh? —she teased, clearly enjoying the moment.
Before Rainbow could respond, Surprise approached them, her tone as enthusiastic as ever, with a smile so wide it could brighten anyone nearby.
—What're you guys talking about? —she asked, her overflowing curiosity impossible to ignore.
Rainbow, trying to divert the attention, shrugged and replied casually, as if it really wasn't a big deal.
—Nothing! I was just thinking about how many fries I'd have to eat to beat your record —Rainbow Dash said, attempting to sound relaxed as she leaned back in her chair with a cheeky grin, as though she could genuinely challenge Surprise's record.
Surprise let out a laugh that rang out above the restaurant's hum. Her laughter was so infectious that it effortlessly made the nearby girls join in with a small burst of joy. The giggles rippled like waves over water, creating a lighthearted atmosphere as warm as the glow of the neon lamps flickering gently above their heads.
—Good luck with that! —Surprise exclaimed as she returned to her seat, still laughing. Her tone was as carefree as her smile, and if there was any doubt about whether her fry-eating record could be broken, it was clear that no one would know better than her.
The girls continued chatting among themselves, exchanging jokes and opinions about what else they would order, while the atmosphere in the restaurant remained full of color, noise, and that eccentric energy that only such a peculiar place could offer. The sounds of the arcade machines, mixed with the unmistakable crunching of fries on trays and the murmurs of other diners, wove a relaxed yet vibrant atmosphere. Despite the subtle chaos reigning in the environment, there was something cozy in the way everything seemed in place, as if it were all perfectly planned to be a small escape from the routine.
However, the sound of roller skates gliding across the floor broke the restaurant's daily symphony, standing out clearly above the general bustle. The girls looked up, surprised by the agility of the skates, as if the sound had an almost magical quality that called for attention. Rainbow was the first to lift her gaze, curious, and her face lit up instantly. She recognized the waitress approaching with a radiant smile, her unmistakable energy filling the space with the same intensity as an unexpected sunbeam.
It was Pinkie Pie.
Her afro hair, tied in a high ponytail, bounced to the rhythm of her movements, as if every step was a celebration in itself. The warm tone of her skin shone under the neon lights, and the retro uniform she wore seemed tailor-made for her. Everything, from the colors to the details of the uniform, looked straight out of an 80s movie, but with a fresh energy that kept surprising. The shiny roller skates spun skillfully as she neared, gliding her figure with a grace and speed that gave her an air of unstoppable joy.
—Hi, girls! Welcome to Jump's Burger! —Pinkie exclaimed with such natural enthusiasm that the restaurant seemed to pause for a moment to listen to her. She did a little spin, as if it were part of her routine, which made Derpy exclaim in surprise, almost spilling her drink. Derpy's laughter was soft, but loud enough that the small accident didn't go unnoticed.
Rainbow's friends exchanged surprised looks, confusion drawing on their faces while Pinkie, unaware of the little chaos she had caused, began placing the menus on the table with almost theatrical precision. Each movement was like an impromptu choreography, and the girls felt as if they had suddenly found themselves in an 80s movie, right in the middle of a scene no one had anticipated.
—Pinkie? You work here? —Rainbow Dash asked, raising an eyebrow with a mix of surprise and amusement, as if she had discovered an unexpected twist in a story that already seemed quite surreal. It was no wonder. Seeing Pinkie Pie so integrated into that setting was not something anyone could imagine.
Pinkie, without losing a bit of her energy, responded with her usual enthusiasm, smiling as widely as ever, as if the question was the most natural thing in the world.
—Of course! I work here after school, —she said, leaning slightly toward them as if about to share a secret that made the experience even more special—. It's so much fun! And look at my skates. Aren't they awesome? They're authentic 80s!
Fleetfoot, still processing the scene, furrowed her brow as if evaluating every detail with her characteristic analytical gaze.
—But... today is Saturday, —she commented, not hiding her confusion. The logic of the situation escaped her, and as was typical for her, she needed to find an explanation that fit with her perception of the world.
Pinkie, oblivious to any confusion, nodded quickly, as if that was precisely the answer she had been expecting.
—Exactly! —Pinkie Pie exclaimed, her face lit up with such contagious energy that it seemed to light up the whole restaurant. She straightened up as if the day itself was on her side—. Today is the best day ever to work!
Her enthusiasm was so genuine that even Fleetfoot couldn't help but smile slightly, though that expression of doubt still lingered on her face. Pinkie, as always, had managed to make her energy so infectious that no one at the table could resist her contagious enthusiasm. Even the restaurant walls, previously calm, seemed to vibrate a little more with the warmth of her presence.
The atmosphere at Jump's Burger, though noisy and full of voices and laughter, took on a special nuance. Pinkie Pie's presence transformed the place, as if an invisible layer of magic had spread over the tables and neon lights. The laughter mixed with the soft hum of the arcade machines, and the crunching of fries filled the air with their tempting flavor. It was the kind of moment that, effortlessly, turned into a small bubble of joy floating in space.
Without missing a beat, Pinkie continued distributing the menus with the same grace with which she glided over her skates. When she finished, she leaned slightly toward the group, lowering her voice with a theatricality that would have made any classic movie actor blush.
—And... did you know today's menu is specially designed for 80s fans? —she asked, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. A delicious mystery seemed to float in the air—. We have burgers with super cool names, like 'Airpop's' and 'The King of the Rock'.
— "Airpop's?" —Lightning Dust repeated, raising an eyebrow and smiling in disbelief, as if Pinkie had given her a hint for a wordplay game. It was impossible not to laugh at the mention of such extravagant names.
—Yes! And it comes with a special secret sauce! —Pinkie exclaimed, raising her arms to the sky as if revealing a hidden treasure, a secret gem in the form of a burger. The neon light seemed to reflect off her smile, amplifying it and giving it an irreplaceable magical touch.
The gesture made the girls burst into spontaneous laughter. Even Fleetfoot, with her usual seriousness, couldn't help but smile as the girls began to browse the menus. The pages were full of illustrations of exaggerated burgers, overflowing cheese fries, and names so extravagant that the girls couldn't help but read them out loud between laughs. It was like a game, an absurd but perfectly enjoyable moment.
Rainbow Dash, still watching Pinkie with a knowing smile on her face, leaned slightly forward. She rested an elbow on the table, looking at Pinkie with curiosity.
—And what are you doing here on a Saturday? —she asked, teasingly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and that curious energy that never failed to surprise—. I thought you only worked on weekdays.
Pinkie stopped dead in her tracks, making a dramatic pause. She placed a finger on her chin and furrowed her brow, as if evaluating a profound question. The girls waited for her response, though they knew very well, anything that came out of Pinkie's mouth would be completely unexpected.
—Why not? —she finally answered, shrugging and letting out a contagious laugh. She didn't need any further justification for her presence—. Saturdays are perfect for making more people smile! Also... —she said, lowering her voice a little, as if about to share an exclusive secret with the group—. Today we have a roller-skating dance competition!
The girls fell silent for a moment, some confused, others more amused by the absurdity of the proposal. Fleetfoot raised an eyebrow, as if she couldn't tell whether Pinkie was joking or if such a competition actually existed.
—That's... so very Pinkie Pie, —Fleetfoot commented finally, as an incredulous smile appeared on her face. As always, Pinkie had made everything seem possible, even the craziest things.
Pinkie Pie wasted no time following her own rhythm. With an elegant turn on her skates, she performed a perfect pirouette, and with a broad and theatrical smile, she raised her hands as if presenting an invisible jewel.
—Well, I'll leave you to decide! Don't forget to try the 'King of the Rock'! —she hummed, as she quickly moved between the tables, greeting customers with her unmistakable overflowing energy.
The café returned to its usual rhythm, but now with an extra touch of sparkle, as if Pinkie's presence had infused the air with something ineffable. The neon lights gave everything a cheerful glow, and the chatter and laughter felt less mundane, more full of a lightness that only she could create.
When Pinkie disappeared behind the counter, the group of friends returned to their conversation. The spark of her presence remained, floating over them like an invisible atmosphere, making them feel a little lighter, more ready to enjoy the moment.
Rainbow Dash, still with a smile on her lips, looked around the place with a sparkle in her eyes, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, as if everything around her had acquired a warmer hue.
—Isn't it amazing? —she commented thoughtfully, as if the words came effortlessly—. She always makes everything more fun.
Misty Fly, who had been completely absorbed in the menu until that moment, briefly looked up, as if the sound of Rainbow's voice had pulled her out of a deep trance.
"Definitely one of a kind," she replied, with a tone that didn't lose its usual seriousness, but was tinged with a slight admiration. She then returned to diving into the endless list of options the menu offered.
Surprise, on the other hand, didn't share Misty's patience. Without further ado, she leaned forward, as if she could push time for the others to decide.
—Let's not waste any time, girls! —she exclaimed enthusiastically, looking at her friends with shining eyes, as if the food were the real urgency of the day—. Let's order already! I'm starving!
Her exclamation triggered more laughter, and immediately, the conversation turned to the eternal question: Which burger to choose? The extravagant names on the menu had them laughing out loud as they debated which option to try. "Airpop's," "The King of the Rock," "Patty Boogie"... The descriptions that accompanied each name seemed to come from a fantasy book, and all the girls felt captivated by the variety of delicious options the restaurant offered.
While the others continued to enthusiastically and humorously discuss the best option, Rainbow Dash let herself be carried away by the flow of the conversation, not stopping her smile. However, part of her mind couldn't help but think about how curious this world they lived in was. A world full of unexpected moments, people with surprising talents, and above all, friendships that grew stronger with every shared experience.
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash shifted her gaze to the window. There, beyond the glass, the reflections of the neon lights, mixing with the last rays of the afternoon sun, created a play of soft and warm lights. The scene had a nostalgic quality, as if it were the first time she was seeing the world through such a simple and beautiful filter.
A soft smile appeared on her face as she allowed the calmness of the moment to envelop her. It was a fleeting instant, a breath in the middle of the busy life, but the feeling of peace and satisfaction lingered. And even though the conversation at the table continued, with laughter and jokes, for Rainbow, that small moment, that brief blink in time, was enough to remind her how lucky she was.
Sometimes, she thought, the simplest days, the quietest ones, were the ones that really mattered.
O - - - - - - - O
The brief silence that had settled after the meal was abruptly interrupted by a loud burp. The irreverent explosion of sound echoed like a bell in the restaurant, causing a moment of confusion followed by a wave of contained laughter among the eight young women. It was impossible to determine who the author of the peculiar "concert" was, but no one seemed willing to admit it. Still, that moment unleashed a playful energy that enveloped the group as they left the venue, still savoring the experience.
The meal had far exceeded their expectations, and the carefree atmosphere united them in that perfect moment, as if the outside world could wait just a little longer.
Rainbow Dash was the last to cross the door. With a light smile, she turned on her heels and raised her hand to wave goodbye to Pinkie Pie, who was still juggling with the most chaotic tray imaginable.
—Take care, girls! And come back soon! —Pinkie shouted from a distance, while spinning clumsily but effectively, narrowly avoiding a distracted customer who almost bumped into her. The tray wobbled dangerously in her hand, but, as always, Pinkie managed to balance it with a touch of improvised grace.
Rainbow couldn't help but let out a slight laugh at the scene. It was typical of Pinkie: a perfect chaos, perfectly controlled. She closed the door behind her and quickened her pace to catch up with the group.
—That was definitely the best burger I've ever eaten in my life! —exclaimed Surprise, who was practically hopping with joy as she walked. Her eyes were shining, still excited by the feast they had just enjoyed.
—And don't forget to mention the fries, —added High Winds, mentally savoring the last bite as if trying to prolong the pleasure—. They were delicious. That special sauce... phew, it was out of this world.
Fleetfoot, with her hands in her pockets and a relaxed expression, nodded with a nearly solemn gesture.
—The sauce was good, but I think the dessert was the real star. That caramel ice cream with chocolate chips... I'm definitely going to dream about it tonight.
—Of course you're going to dream about it! —intervened Misty Fly, laughing—. You ate two. You left the poor chef with no reserves.
The comment drew more laughter from the group. Misty had a particular ability to point out those little truths with a touch of humor, which always added a spark to their interactions. Fleetfoot rolled her eyes theatrically, though she couldn't hide her smile.
—Sorry, not everyone has my appetite or my good taste, —she replied, lifting her chin as if defending a culinary title.
As the conversation flowed with jokes and laughter, Rainbow Dash walked a few steps behind the group. There was something comforting about watching them like this, so carefree, sharing that moment as if nothing else in the world mattered. The streetlights were starting to turn on, bathing the sidewalk in a warm glow. Each lamppost seemed like a little stage lighting up the animated expressions of her friends.
—Definitely a good idea to come here, —she murmured to herself, though loud enough for Misty to hear.
Misty Fly, who had insisted on suggesting the place, couldn't hide a satisfied smile.
—See? I knew you'd love this place. Nothing like a bit of retro style to go with a good meal.
However, Derpy frowned, her expression a bit downcast.
—The only bad thing is that my fries were circular... —she murmured, looking at the ground as if she had just revealed a cosmic mystery.
The observation brought a genuine laugh from Spitfire, who, amid the laughter, hurried to clarify the situation.
—Derpy, they were actually onion rings.
Derpy looked up, blinking as if processing the most revolutionary information of her life.
—Oh... —she finally said, with a tone of relief that caused more laughter among the others—. That makes more sense.
The afternoon slowly faded, yielding to a sky that began to turn a melancholic gray. The sunlight blurred under the clouds, and the first raindrops started to fall gently, as if the city itself was foretelling a change. The fresh, damp air caressed the girls' faces, who, however, didn't seem concerned about the storm. Laughter was still the dominant sound as they said goodbye one by one, heading to their respective destinations.
However, Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust lagged a little further behind, walking slowly under the increasing rain. Their steps echoed softly against the wet pavement, and the bustle of the city seemed to fade around them. Neither of them was in a hurry to leave.
Lightning Dust broke the silence first, with a barely visible smile on her face as she slipped her hands into the pockets of her light jacket.
—Listen, Dash, —she said, with a voice that left no doubt about the seriousness of what she was about to propose.
Rainbow Dash glanced at her sideways, not interrupting her, but her expression revealed an apparent lack of interest. The rain was starting to soak them little by little, but neither of them seemed to notice.
—Eh, what's up, Dust? —asked Rainbow, with a slight smile that didn't fully hide her skepticism.
Lightning Dust, however, didn't seem to be in a hurry. She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at Rainbow Dash with those intense amber-colored eyes that glowed with a mixture of challenge and expectation. Rainbow, for her part, didn't look away. Their eyes met, Dash's crimson pink reflecting an intensity that counterbalanced her companion's.
For a moment, time seemed to stretch between them, a silence laden with tension, interrupted only by the rhythmic sound of raindrops hitting the asphalt.
Finally, Lightning Dust let out a faint laugh, a laugh that was not friendly, but neither was it hostile; it was, rather, the prelude to something she was planning.
—I don't think a hamburger can be our last move of the day, —Dust remarked, maintaining her calm, defiant tone, as she leaned carelessly against a nearby wall.
The rain was falling harder now, soaking the pavement and filling the air with the soft tap of the drops. The streetlights were starting to flicker on, casting orange, trembling reflections in the puddles forming around them. Rainbow Dash squinted, water dripping down her face as she tried to decipher Lightning Dust's words.
—What do you mean? —she asked, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion. Her tone was relaxed, almost indifferent, but her eyes revealed something else: curiosity.
Lightning Dust smirked, her calmness almost exasperating. There was something in her posture, in the way she shoved her hands into the pockets of her soaked jacket, that screamed challenge without words.
—Come on, Dash, —she finally said, her voice filled with a challenging enthusiasm—. One last competition. Just you and me. One on one.
Rainbow Dash tilted her head slightly, as if weighing her intentions. The fresh air, infused with the smell of rain, seemed to vibrate with the tension between them. Every drop that hit their faces felt insignificant compared to the energy building up. Finally, a confident smile appeared on Dash's face, as if she had just understood the hidden message in Dust's words.
—Really? —she responded, tilting her head as she crossed her arms. Her tone had a mocking edge, the confidence of someone who knew they had the upper hand—. You think you can beat me after that feast?
Lightning Dust let out a brief laugh, more of a snort, and took a step forward, moving away from the wall she had been leaning on. Her boots echoed against the wet asphalt. The rain now ran down her hair and jacket, but she didn't seem bothered in the slightest. With a swift motion, she dropped a ball that had been tucked under her arm, letting it bounce on the ground.
—The only thing I know, —she said as she started to control the ball with impressive precision—. is that I'm not ending the day without proving who's the best. Come on, are you scared of losing?
The ball seemed to dance beneath her feet, moving with a fluidity that made it clear that Dust had been born to compete. Each touch was calculated, a wordless message saying—. I'm ready for anything.
Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow, a spark of amusement lighting up her eyes. Lightning Dust had struck a nerve, and the result was exactly what she wanted: Dash wasn't going to stay silent.
—Scared? —Rainbow Dash repeated, taking a step forward with determination. Her hands rested on her hips, and her posture radiated confidence. The smile on her face, initially light, widened into a full-blown smirk of pure challenge—. Not in a million years! But when I'm done with you, you won't be able to move tomorrow.
Lightning Dust let out a low laugh, a kind of amused grunt that seemed more like a provocation than a genuine gesture of humor. Her eyes burned with competitive fire as she tilted her head slightly, as if accepting the challenge silently.
—Ha, let's see if that's true... —she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She took a step back and motioned with her head toward the park a few blocks away—. There's a soccer field nearby. You up for it?
Rainbow Dash responded with a slight shrug, as if the challenge was barely a game. But in her eyes, the competitive spark was unmistakable.
—You lead, —she said, her voice firm but unconcerned. The smile still played on her lips, while her fingers drummed against the side of her thigh.
The rain showed no signs of stopping, falling in fine sheets that seemed to envelop them in their own little world. Despite the weather, neither of them showed any intention of backing down. However, just as they were about to head toward the park, a sharp, annoying sound broke the tension.
The unmistakable ringtone of Lightning Dust's phone echoed across the puddles in the pavement. For a moment, the girl seemed to freeze, her expression of defiance crumbling into a mix of irritation and embarrassment. She looked at her phone, and although she hesitated, she finally answered.
—What's up? —she asked, her voice contained, turning her back to Rainbow Dash as if trying to shield herself from her gaze. But any intention of keeping the conversation secret vanished when her shoulders relaxed and she let out a heavy sigh—. Yeah, I know... I forgot. I'm on my way.
She hung up without saying anything else, gripping the phone in her hand before turning to face Rainbow Dash. The defiant expression she had worn just moments ago was now completely gone. In its place was a mixture of embarrassment and resignation reflected in her eyes.
Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms while the rain soaked her disheveled hair. A mocking smile crept onto her lips.
—What happened? —she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did you forget to take out the trash?"
Lightning Dust looked down for a moment, as if searching for the right words to explain what had happened. Finally, she sighed and looked up, a touch of resignation in her tone.
—Well... —she started, scratching the back of her neck, clearly uncomfortable—. The thing is... My parents are waiting for me at the dentist. I was supposed to have an appointment, and, well, I totally forgot.
The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of the rain. Rainbow Dash blinked a couple of times before letting out a short laugh, shaking her head.
—Really? —she said, not holding back—. All that talk just to end up running to the dentist? I did not see that coming!
Lightning Dust pressed her lips together, her face flushed with embarrassment. She didn't say anything, but the way she adjusted the strap of her backpack made it clear she wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible. She took a step back, giving a slight nod in the opposite direction.
—Another day, Dash, —she murmured, not looking directly at her. Her tone had lost all the initial arrogance, replaced by a kind of veiled apology—. See you.
Without waiting for a response, Dust turned and started walking in the rain, her figure slowly fading away among the drops that were falling heavily. Rainbow Dash watched her walk away, tilting her head and smiling to herself.
—See you, Dust, —she murmured to the air, more to herself than to her now distant rival.
Then, with a swift movement, Dash let her foot gently tap the ball that had been by her side the whole time. The sphere rose in a perfect arc, shimmering with the droplets that clung to its surface. Rainbow caught it with her hands in a quick, natural gesture, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Then, she turned on her heels and continued walking in the rain, ignoring the cold that seeped into her clothes.
The competition would have to wait, but Dash walked as if she had already won something.
O - - - - - - - O
The rain suddenly stopped, as if the sky had decided to give Canterlot City a break. The drops, which had been falling insistently just moments ago, dissipated into the air, leaving behind a fresh coolness that filled the streets. The smell of wet earth and the faint shine of the damp surfaces created an almost melancholic atmosphere. Although the clouds still dominated the sky, the absence of the storm added a serene relief, as if the day were taking a pause to catch its breath.
Rainbow Dash walked at a relaxed pace down the streets, her hands in the pockets of her jacket to protect herself from the residual chill. She wasn't in a hurry to get home. Her mother, who had earlier supervised her training on the soccer team, had informed her that she would be busy with some errands and wouldn't be back until later. Her father, on the other hand, was in a meeting at the school, discussing improvements to the physical education equipment. With both of them out, Dash had the afternoon to herself, and that unexpected solitude felt strangely comfortable.
As she walked, her mind wandered through scattered thoughts. The streets, wet and calm, seemed to reflect her mood. "It's not so bad," she thought as she gently kicked a small stone in front of her feet. The dampness in her clothes was uncomfortable, but not enough to ruin her day.
The sound of children's laughter interrupted her thoughts. Looking up, she noticed she had reached the outskirts of a park. She paused for a moment, leaning against the wooden fence that marked the area, and watched a group of children playing soccer on an improvised field. The ball, spinning from side to side between little legs full of energy, seemed to have a life of its own, driven by the laughter and exclamations of the players.
A smile spread across Dash's face. There was something comforting in that scene. It reminded her of the days when she herself would play with friends in any space they could find, before training and competitions took up much of her time. It was simple, yes, but full of contagious joy.
However, that calm was interrupted by a sudden "pop!" that echoed in the air. Dash furrowed her brow, searching for the source of the sound. The ball had hit a rock sticking out of the ground, and within seconds, it exploded in a dry, comical sound. The children stood still, watching as the ball deflated in the hands of the little one who had tried to pick it up.
—Oh no! —exclaimed one of the children, holding the deflated remnants of the ball in his hands. His expression was a picture of disillusionment.
—It was our only ball! —lamented another, crossing his arms with a dramatic air that echoed through the group.
Rainbow Dash, still watching from the fence, couldn't help but let out a low laugh. There was something funny and endearing about the way these little ones were handling the incident, as if the fate of the world depended on that useless piece of rubber. Her eyes shifted toward her backpack, remembering something important.
"Wait... my ball!" she thought, and a smile began to curve her lips.
Without thinking too much, Dash slipped over the fence and walked toward the group. The children noticed her immediately, some instinctively stepping back, as if unsure of what to expect from the unexpected appearance of a teenager in their little play kingdom.
—Hey! —she called out, raising one hand casually—. What happened here?
—Our ball broke... —said the smallest child in a hushed voice, as if confessing it aloud made it even more real.
Dash raised an eyebrow, looking at the deflated shell of the ball. Then she let out a theatrical whistle.
—What a disaster! —she exclaimed, before leaning in a little toward them with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes—. Well, I think I can help you. But... there's one condition.
The children exchanged curious glances. One of them, wearing a cap turned backward, was the first to speak:
—What condition?
Dash crossed her arms and pretended to think for a moment before declaring:
—I'll give you a new ball, but only if you let me join the game for a bit.
The group erupted in murmurs, some laughing at the idea that someone older would want to play with them. Finally, the little one with the cap stepped forward.
—Deal. But... we're not going to let you win just because you're bigger!
Dash burst into laughter, delighted by the boy's courage.
—I hope so.
From her backpack, she pulled out her ball, still damp from the rain but perfectly functional. She held it high, and the children received it with excited exclamations. It didn't take long before the positions were set and the park, which moments ago seemed like a forgotten corner, came to life with the hustle and bustle of the game.
Dash adjusted the soccer shirt she was wearing under her jacket and gave the ball a couple of touches with her foot, testing her control.
—Ready? —she asked, with a smile showing her competitive spirit.
The children nodded energetically, and the game began.
The friendly match had no strict rules or official score, but it was full of energy and laughter. Dash, despite her competitive instinct, held back enough to maintain the balance between challenge and fun. She passed the ball with precision, dodging the children with agile but not overwhelming moves, and every now and then let them steal the ball, enjoying their exaggerated celebrations.
The game continued with the cheerful noise of the children running after the ball, their laughter echoing through the park. Dash, at the center of the action, reveled in the simple euphoria of the moment. In a moment of carelessness, a child, more enthusiastic than calculated, tried to snatch the ball with so much energy that both ended up rolling on the ground in a clumsy crash.
—Foul! —shouted one of the children from the back, raising his hands in the air as if he were a professional referee.
Dash, still on the ground, let out a laugh as she brushed off her pants.
—Foul? —she replied, looking at him with an eyebrow raised and a mischievous smile—. And who are you, the official referee?
The boy shrugged with a comic air, and everyone burst into laughter. The tension of the supposed "collision" faded as quickly as it had arisen, and the game continued. The ball moved back and forth, passing between small feet with surprising skill, while Dash stayed alert, watching each play and anticipating the next move.
Suddenly, a curly-haired boy rushed determinedly to grab the ball. Dash, with a challenging smile, gave him a light push with her shoulder while maintaining her balance.
—Come on, little one! —she cheered as she kept running, leaving the boy behind, who looked at her with a mix of surprise and amusement.
—Go harder! —shouted another child from the makeshift sideline, making Dash laugh even more.
The game moved forward with carefree intensity. At one point, a taller boy with long legs managed to intercept the ball and ran toward the improvised goal between two old benches. Dash wasn't going to make it easy for him. She ran after him, keeping just the right distance to avoid crashing into him but close enough to regain control. With a quick and agile turn, she took the ball before he could shoot, leaving the boy wide-eyed.
—Wow, you're lucky! —Dash remarked with a teasing smile as she handed him the ball back.
The children laughed, surprised but delighted by the skill of their unexpected teammate. Although Dash had the advantage in experience, she made an effort not to be too competitive, letting the game flow naturally. Sometimes she let the kids shine, pretending she couldn't reach them in time, and other times, she simply let the ball go by to keep the fun alive.
However, the sky, which had been clear until recently, began to darken once more. The first drops of rain fell like warnings, soft and scattered, but enough for some to look up.
—Again? —Dash murmured to herself, watching the clouds swirl above them.
The children continued playing, ignoring the initial rain, but within minutes, the weather revealed its true intention. The drops became heavier, and soon the ground began to fill with puddles that splashed with every step. One of the children, with their hair already soaked, looked up and exclaimed:
—Wow, it seems like the rain won't leave us alone!
—I think that's our cue to stop, —Dash added, though she didn't seem upset. On the contrary, there was something almost poetic about the sudden end of the game.
One by one, the children began running toward a nearby structure to take shelter. Laughter and goodbyes filled the air, blending with the sound of the rain now falling heavily.
—Thanks for playing with us! —shouted one of the children, while wringing the water from their hair.
Dash raised a hand in farewell, her smile wide even as the rain fell directly on her face.
—Take care! —she replied, watching them hurry away with their small, rushed steps.
The rain grew increasingly intense, soaking Rainbow Dash from head to toe as she made her way through the nearly empty park. The cold seeped into her bones, but her face remained fixed in a stubborn smile. There was something special about that impromptu game, something that made her forget, for a moment, the monotony of the day. The laughter and energy of the children still echoed in her mind, like a distant echo accompanying her on the way home.
She walked with her hands shoved into her jacket pockets, seeking warmth as the sky continued to darken. It was then that her fingers brushed against something small and hard at the bottom of one of her pockets. She frowned, puzzled. As she pulled out the object, her expression lit up.
—Oh, the whistle! —she exclaimed with a chuckle—. I almost lost it... How clumsy can I be?
She studied it curiously, brought it to her lips, and blew hard. A sharp sound cut through the stillness, echoing between the trees and empty benches of the park. Just a few seconds later, thunder rumbled in the distance, deep and powerful, causing the ground to vibrate slightly under her feet.
—Really? —Dash muttered, looking at the sky with a wry smile—. Was that a 'shut up'? Because if it was, nice try, sky!
She laughed, shrugging, but then something strange caught her attention. Amidst the curtains of rain, beyond the park's borders, a faint glow flickered for an instant. She squinted, trying to focus. At first, she thought it was just the reflection of the falling water, but soon she distinguished a figure.
It stood still, as if watching her. Humanoid, tall and slender, but something about it was unsettling. Its silhouette seemed to be formed by the rain itself, the drops sliding and molding it as if it were part of the landscape. The face was the most unsettling: it resembled that of an eagle, with bright eyes that flashed under the gray sky.
—What the hell...? —Dash whispered, furrowing her brow. She took a step toward the figure, but it also moved, mimicking her action exactly. It was like looking into a mirror, but one distorted, strange.
—Alright, alright... —Dash murmured challengingly, struggling to stay calm—. This is getting too weird, even for me.
Another lightning bolt streaked across the sky, briefly illuminating the park, blinding her for a moment. When the light faded, the figure was gone. The air stood still, except for the constant patter of the rain now falling more heavily. Dash remained still, scanning the surroundings with her gaze. Nothing. Only the trees swaying in the wind and the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears.
She swallowed and shook her head, trying to dismiss the strange vision as just a trick of the light or a storm effect.
—Definitely... I need more sleep, —she said aloud, as if to convince herself, though a sense of discomfort lingered inside her.
She adjusted the backpack on her shoulder and resumed her walk, senses alert. As she moved away, she couldn't help but glance back one last time, as if expecting to see the figure again. But the park was empty, save for the rain that continued to fall relentlessly.
O - - - - - - - O
Several hours later, the night had enveloped the sky in a dense darkness, and the rain had turned into a faint tapping against the windowpanes. Rainbow Dash's room was in shadow, lit only by the faint flicker of a lamp barely managing to survive on her nightstand. But Dash was unaware of any of this; she was deeply asleep, tangled in blankets and pillows as if engaged in an epic battle against an invisible force.
Her bed was a battlefield. At some point, she had started rolling to one side, only to turn sharply to the other as if following an erratic pattern. Her foot hung off the edge of the mattress, and her arms were outstretched as if trying to reach something in her dreams. In the silence of the night, Dash's soft grunts and murmurs were the only sounds, aside from the incessant tapping of the rain.
Suddenly, a faint electrical buzz filled the air. At first, it was almost imperceptible, like the crackle of a loose wire. Then, a bright spark appeared near the edge of the bed, briefly illuminating the room. It was a flash of energy, as brief as the blink of a lightning bolt, but enough to leave a fleeting mark in the dimness.
As the buzzing intensified, a figure began to materialize in front of Dash's bed. At first, it was barely a blurry shape, like a trembling shadow caught in the reflection of a puddle. But little by little, the contours sharpened: a humanoid silhouette, slender, with flashes of energy coursing through its body. The being's movements were strangely fluid, as if it were dancing with the very electricity itself.
The Stand had awakened.
In perfect synchrony, each movement Dash made in her bed was mirrored by the figure, though with an exaggerated flair. If Dash turned abruptly, the Stand would spin with an almost theatrical elegance. If she stretched out an arm, the electric being would extend its own, emitting a faint hum as it did. It was as if they were connected by an invisible string, each one reflecting the other in a hypnotic display.
—No, I don't want any more spinach! —Dash suddenly grumbled, speaking in her sleep. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, but clear enough to fill the room with an unexpected dose of humor. Her Stand, as if understanding the protest, mimicked her sleepy expression, tilting its head in a gesture of apparent confusion.
The bed creaked as Dash shifted position once more, dragging the blankets with an energy only she could have, even while asleep. She paused for a moment, her face relaxed, before murmuring:
—What kind of pillow... is this? A brick disguised?
The Stand, as if amused by her words, made a quick twirl in the air, its flashes briefly illuminating the walls. It was a strange, absurd choreography, but captivating. Each of its movements had an eerie precision, yet it seemed to be enjoying this nocturnal dance.
Finally, Dash let out a long sigh and settled into what seemed to be the perfect position. Her face softened, and a small smile appeared on her lips.
—Yes... that's... perfect... —she murmured, her voice almost inaudible as she sank back into the world of dreams.
The Stand, however, remained restless for a few more seconds. It jumped slightly in the air, as if searching for its own place to rest. But then, with one final flash, it vanished, leaving only the hum of the lamp and the soft sound of Dash's breathing.
Calm returned to the room, though there was something in the air, something that promised this wouldn't be the last time Dash and her Stand would meet. For now, everything remained peaceful, with Dash as the undisputed queen of the most chaotic and, strangely, the most entertaining naps in the universe.
The night continued, with the rain as a sound curtain and the mystery suspended in the darkness.