Sunlight. Man, I hate the sun. Every single morning the rays of burning light somehow find its way through all odds! In. My. Face. It's the bane of my entire existence as a worshiper of the night. I bet Princess Celestia knows that I am literally a few miles away from her and decided to make my mornings extra miserable. To that, I say with a big middle finger. 'Screw you.'

I flipped over to get away from the light, but, alas, there had to be a mirror directing the sunlight into my eyes. With my failed attempts at going back to sleep with me. I groggily sat up, rubbed my eyes, arched my back till the satisfying pops of my spine filled my ears. I looked around to see that I was the only one up.

"Lucky Bastards," I mumbled. Once I finished my duties in the bathroom, I trotted out the door to begin my morning routine.

I found a nice dry spot in the center field where everyone was supposed to meet up in the morning and began my exercises that the orange demon drilled into my brain. I laid down and straightened out my body, held my hooves close to my sides and began one-thousand wing-ups. Once I got into a good rhythm after the two hundred mark, I noticed that a dark gray thestral with a black and blue mane in a roman style mohawk walked up to me with a cup of coffee held with his wing tip. He stopped a few feet away from me and kept quiet.

Once I was done with my wing-up exercise, I stood up and began running on the spot counting 'one' for every four of my hooves that left the ground. Storm Callers friend, Emerald Heart also showed up once I was done my trot steps, also carrying a cup of coffee with her wings. She sat beside Storm without a word and watched me go through the rest of my exercises in silence.

An hour later, the rest of the camp began to wake up. Some flew to the center of the field where I, Storm, and Emerald, sat. Usually, after I finished my morning drills, I meditated. My eyes wee closed, yet I could see everything. I may not be able to break clouds or create lightning, but when it comes to the wind, I rule it like a king! I could feel the magic that was the air move throughout the area.

It moved in around everything and stirred up anything that got in its way. It danced in and out of crevasses, trees, grass and dirt. Birds danced to the flow, using it as a partner to dance the day away. I could see those that broke the flow, that tried to control it, but if you try to control something that was the very definition of freedom. Then you are going to have a bad time.

One such a pony who was flying my way decided it was a good idea to fly into a thermal. The result was a loud, thud! followed by lots of laughter. I smirked as I opened my eyes to see Dame Priceless Jewel coughing up a pile of dirt. While she finished picking out mud from her teeth, the two instructors gathered up the rest of the fodder and got them to line up beside me for our first lesson.

"Alright, my little runts!" Storm bellowed for all to hear. "It is time for your first lesson. Yesterday was just an introduction but today is where all of you show me what you've got! And little Miss Rose here," he paused and pointed at me, "has set the standard! You will all do; 1000 WING-UPS, 500 PUSH-UPS, 1500 TROT-STEPS, AND FIVE HUNDRED MORE LAPS AROUND THE FIELD! You all can thank her for your new morning routine! If you cannot achieve this task in on the hour. No breakfast, lunch or dinner! Now move maggots!"

Just as I was about to redo my work. He stopped me with an evil smile. "Not you. You can give me five thousand dives."

"K," I saluted and claimed a kilometer up into the air and dived a kilometer back down. I repeated this for an hour.

My wings feel like they have been chopped off, given to a pack of dogs, and glued back on with a gallon of wood paste. Never have I felt so sore in my life and so quickly. Spitfire's gym routine was bad enough in the beginning, but now? I think this is just the start of my summer torment.

'At least, I get to practice my kissing skills with Blue. Girl really knows how to make me purr,' I though. Huh? I'm okay with being a lesbian, but dating still gives me a bad itch. 'What the hell body?!'

Even though my body wants nothing more that to keel over and die. I kept my head held high. I didn't what to show weakness to the snobs, even though their scowls really made me fear for my life. Funny how two-hundred cuteness nukes can make you feel so insignificant?

I grabbed my grub which was just a stake of pancakes and found a place at an empty table in the indoor lunch hall that looks like it was built overnight. Trying my best to eat as fast as I could so I can make it to an actual class about weather magic. I spotted my bunk buddies glaring at me. Well, most of them; Blue gave me a somber wave and went back to eating while Gloria stabbed her cakes and wolfed them down.

"Whelp. I guess making friends was going to be harder than I anticipated," I muttered underneath my breath. 'Then again. Whoever thinks they can beat me in anything has another thing coming.'

I wolfed down the rest of my meal and intentionally left my tray where I was sitting. I decided to practice my, 'Air Sight,' by seeing who will throw something at me while I left. Turns out the Dame of everything that is hatred was going to be my first victim.

Just as I passed her. I could feel her grabbing an apple in one hoof. I felt her arms cock back as I passed the next table, aiming for the back of my head. I could also feel the eyes of my instructors home in on me in wonder what I was going to do. Just as I passed another table, the apple left her grasp with a considerable amount of speed. I simply jumped into a spin, caught the apple with my mouth mid-air, landed, took a bite and used my wing to take hold of the apple and threw it back. The apple landed expertly back into her empty hoof just as I left the room.

Weather class was boring. I already knew everything that Feather Flight has taught me. How pegasus controlled the weather and all its components. Basic history, and how to manipulate clouds. Clouds don't like me, though. I can do fine with air manipulation, but clouds refuse to like me.

I spent the entire class sleeping which caused me to receive hate-filled glares from all the children, even my bunk buddies. Well, I don't care all that much. So long as I figure out who is going to be a pain in my ass. The easier my life in the guard will be.

After weather class was simple flight maneuvers that I obviously aced. Storm didn't like the fact that I was showing up even the instructors, thus, more high-dives for me. After basic flight training was food followed by recreation. I ate alone again at an empty table. Blue gave me a weak smile before joining our bunks buddies at another table. Knowing that she was a changeling, all the grim energy I was receiving would be painful for her to bear. So, I'll let her be.

I spent my recreation time meditating. Not sure why I started, but the pros of standing still didn't veer its head around until I found my center and felt the world come to life. I found a quiet spot in the forest where I wouldn't be found; it was a small clearing with tall grass, some wildflowers, and surrounded by trees. I sat up, slowed my breathing and closed my eyes. I listened in on myself, using my heartbeat as a soothing drum.

Once I found my center, I could feel the world around me. I could feel the air, dance around everything that dared block its path. All the critters, plants, and objects that littered the earth around me. The forest couldn't hope to control of the freedom that was; the wind.

None of those snobs at the camp could compare to what I could do. They believe that they can force the wind to do what they want, hell, even the instructors think that way. I remember the words from my adoptive mother.

Wonder what makes the Wonderbolts so great? Well, I'll tell you squirt. While others try to control the skies, we dance. We take our turns in the lead and to be lead. The air is our partner. The wind is our song. It's a romance, a passion, wish and desire. Do no fight each other for one will live on while the other may never fly again. Remember that squirt.

And I do. Ever since she said those words when I failed to fly when I wasn't on the run for the first time. Everything clicked. The next day I started me meditation thing and slowly started to see what she meant. Later, I would be flying as professionally as she does by the end of the month. I could see the pride in her eyes. It felt warm. I wanted to keep on making her proud. Not sure why. Maybe because my old mother didn't care? Probably.

I wonder if I can...

"Hey look! It's the blank flank who keeps giving us drills!" a female voice said. 'Strange, I didn't feel them coming? Oh, wait I know why. Lost in thought. Dang.'

I opened my eyes to see twelve ponies six of them were my bunk mates the other six I had no clue. I rolled my eyes and looked at the leader of the group with a raised, unamused eyebrow. It was Priceless Jewel, her stupid smug grin told me that she wanted to teach me a lesson. She began spouting typical bullshit about me being adopted, which should have bothered me but didn't. She went on and on while walking around me in circles. Everypony would laugh when she made a somewhat good remark, but thankfully I was bored and I wanted to try my new trick. My instant knockout trick.

I vibrated my wings as fast as I could, creating a pocket of air around me and the others. Once the bubble was complete, I made another one around my head so that I could breathe, and once that was done. I began pulling the breathable air out of the other bubble. Price pushed me over into the dirt, little do they know that in one minute, they will all pass out. I got back up with a smirk, begging her to push me again. Just as she was about to, I jumped up, turned around and bucked as hard as I could, hitting her chest where I heard a pretty gruesome crunch!

I looked back at my work and was happy to see a coughing filly, clutching her chest, trying to regain breath. I walked up to her and grabbed her mane and bringing it up so she can hear my words.

"I will make your life hell. You can run, You can hide, but if you go for help. If you try to fight. There isn't a place in the world where I can't go. My spies are everywhere. I don't know who you are or what you want, but I will hunt you down. I will find you, and I will kill you." I slammed her head down into the ground with a demonic grin on my face. The others have passed out, I turned off my air bubble to they won't die and walked back to my lodge to get some sleep.