The summer months were quiet for the most part: There was no big fight,( other than glares and gang ups that I won with my knockout bubble), no struggle other than drills that slowly stopped making me sore as a bitch, which was a plus. That, and I was getting checked out by every colt in camp. I even heard Emerald Heart say that I could give Fleur De Lis a run for her money, causing Storm to groan in response.

I pretty much dominated all the flight maneuvers to the point that the trainers hated me showing them up. 'Not my fault I know the secret to the skill of the Wonderbolts,' I thought evilly. Spent time talking about stuff with Blue, Sandy, Lockheart and Crimson, (Gloria still hates me though). We would talk about where we were from, what we wanted to be and who we liked. Surprisingly, we all liked mares. That was either just coincidence or dumb luck.

We all had parties when Crimson, Sandy and a few others got their cutie marks. Crimson got hers after she found an old farmer scythe and used it to fight off a couple of timberwolves that attacked the camp. She promptly got a red heart, made out of two scythes over a kite shield. Sandy Shores got hers after she made a dust devil, 'by accident,' not really, and shot it at the Captains house, covering it with sand. He was pissed was an understatement, but she got an orange tornado as a cutie mark, thus making her the one responsible for nonstop drills all night that night.

Priceless Jewel was a pain in my ass-er-flank. Screw it, just ass. When she wasn't trying to bully me into submission, she was trying to get others to do it for her, but after I kicked her ass in every single race, trick shows and other stuff, mostly tests. She gave up and left me be. As much as I hated camp. I was going to miss it or rather, miss Lockheart, Crimson and Blue. Sandy and Gloria, I could care less about, but knowing that I might never see them again doesn't sit right with me.

I hummed the stupid flight camp anthem as I waited at the train station for Feather Flight to come and pick me up. The day was warm, the sky was clear and I have the feeling that I was going to need an adult as I see Blue Moon trotting up to me with a scary-sad smile on her face. She sped up her pace as the sound of the train whistle echoed down the tracks, signalling that it was about to arrive.

Blue with a couple of saddle bags bouncing at her sides, tackled me into a bear hug. The sounds of cooing adults nearby brought a blush to my face as the changeling in disguise nuzzled me for some reason. I returned her affection, knowing that I would miss her and our time under that tree and playing regular games that didn't involve tongues.

"You're coming back to visit, right?" she whimpered as tears were welling behind her milky-blue eyes. I saw the train pull up in all its stupid cake glory and saw my pickup leave the train and began searching for me.

"Yeah, I'll come back and visit you Blue. How else are you suppose to get a decent meal?" I smiled reassuringly. Though, I don't know how long it will be for me to actually visit. Then again, my bit's are going to me being sent to Canterlots school for gifted ponies to test out my system, and to make friends. Yay!

"Ah! There you are, Master Rose. Are you ready to go? Master Spitfire has been missing you, a lot more than normal if I might add," Feather Flight cheered. "Oh? Who is this little pony? Is she you friend? Oh my word, Master Rose made a friend!" Feather practically jumped with joy. I rolled my eyes as Blue giggled slightly.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go. Just one sec. Can you carry my bag Miss Flight?" I asked. "Of course. I'll see you on the train in a moment. Don't take to long~" she cooed. I rolled my eyes again and turned to the baffled Blue.

"So, I guess it's time to go huh?" Blue sighed. I gave her a hug and plotted a kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry. I'll come and see you again."

"You promise?" Blue's mood lightened up.

"I promise," I nodded.

"ALL ABOARD!" Called out the train conductor. With one last hug, we said our final goodbyes and I got on the train and sat down in the private car next to Feather Flight and went over all the boring details of the camp. Save all the smutty parts to ruin Spitfires innocence.

I yawned loudly, as I lazily watched the countryside move at the speed of the train, slowly show how much distance we are moving per hour. Feather Flight gave up on believing me and my awesomeness at camp, not sure why. I was telling her the truth. When Feather gave up on how my time was at camp, she began barraging me with questions about Blue and all the other friends that I made. I finally gave in and outright told Feather that Blue and I were naughty lovers that explored each other at camp

(Surprisingly enough, I wasn't five, I was ten years old. Strange, I thought I was older. Didn't learn that till after the medical/physical at camp. Which made our alone time better, until Lockheart found out later in the month. Then it got much better.) 'What the fuck is wrong with me?'

The moment I told Feather that Blue, Lockheart and I were playmates, she fainted promptly, leaving alone for the rest of the train ride to Ponyville, where Spitfire was waiting.

When Feather told me that we were going to meet up with Spitfire at Friendship Castle for a banquet after her last show, which was being held in Ponyville, I kinda got worried. Ponyville, from what I could remember, was the home of chaos incarnate, bugbears and all bad that goes on in the world. Also the home of the most, human-turned-pony population. Once Spits finds out that I own one-sixth of the continent's landmass from Trollestia herself. My short time in Chaosville will end the world.

The train whistled again as a town entered my vision. I put my jumbled thoughts of my impending doom that followed the main six. The thought of telling Spitfire of how badass I was at the camp filled my mind. I wondered if she would give me a hug and tussle my mane. It's been a while since she did that. The only time she did that was when I did a double rainboom in the desert where the Wonderbolts test their more, 'dangerous,' stunts are held.

The trained slowed down and Feather woke up from her nap on the floor. I yawned again and jumped up onto the dazed pegasus as she grabbed my bag and walked lazily out of the train, not giving a damn that I was her new hat. She yawned as the cool, early-evening air, brushed against my fur, sending a light chill down my spine. I looked around at the simple station and out to the familiar town made up of over-ugly buildings made of hay and wood. Just as I was about to stretched my wings, I felt a disturbance in the force, but before I could act. The disturbance found me.

"Hiya!" giggled the pink monster of cupcake doom herself. Her cotton-candy pink mane, scary, child eating eyes and her physics-defying body stood in front of me and a very startled Feather Flight.

"I'm doomed," I sighed.