Some ponies learn how to fly on their very first day of flight camp. Others have to work at it, practicing for weeks and months before they manage to get off the ground. Spitfire is neither of these types of ponies.
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Long before she knew how to fly with thunder in her wake, in the early days before she learned how to properly use her wings at all, Spitfire knew two things: the sky was blue, and she did not belong in it.
Destiny had a different opinion.
My first piece of MLP:FiM fanfiction, released to commemorate one year of watching ponies.