Seconds.

Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes turn into hours. Hours turn into days. Days into weeks. Weeks into months into years.

Every second of our life is spent searching for our perfect lives. Whether its looking for fame, for riches, for answers. For truth. Some for love. And love is like a rare jewel. Search well and you will recieve well. But if you are reckless and impatient, only darkness. Care for it well, and in return it will treat you to delightful surprises. However, mistreat it and you will be to blame. And you will regret it.

I've searched every crack and cranny for my jewel. For my special somepony. And with no results.

My life is like a blank canvas.

Nothing. Nothing is happening.

That is until that one, that special one, will come.

And bring light and life.

But most of all...

Rainbows.

~~~

"Soarin? Soarin! SOARIN!"

The ice blue pegasus stared straight.

He had midnight blue hair and emerald eyes. A simple lightning bolt with wings was marked on his flank.

"Soarin. Yo! Daydreamer! Captain ain't happy. Hello?"

He kept staring at the sky, filled with clouds.

But it wasn't the sky or the clouds that he was staring at.

It was the vibrant streaks of colour, zipping past the clouds.

"SOARIN!"

"Oh no. Listen bud, ya own ya own now." The white haired mare zoomed away.

"SOARIN BLITZEN!"

Soarin snapped out of his dreaming. And just in time.

A golden pegasus mare with flaming orange hair stormed towards him.

"Get your head out of the clouds and concentrate on the maneuvers!" Spitfire yelled.

"Huh? Oh, sorry captain."

Spitfire calmed down and lowered her voice.
"Soarin, I'm sorry. It's just that you seem off lately. Ever since the Gala."

"Uh huh." Soarin began to flutter away.

"The Gala was nearly six months ago."

"Well done! You have the ability to read calendars! OoOo!"

"Don't get cocky."

"Whatever." Soarin landed on the cloud floor and walked towards the locker rooms, of the Wonderbolt coliseum.

"Soarin. Please. Your skills are beginning to fade. What's distracting you?"

"Nothing." He placed his uniform and goggles in the locker.

"Soarin!"

"I said nothing!" He slammed the locker door shut. "Quit bugging me!" And he flew off.

"Ohhh! Looks like your not the only one with a fiery temper, Spitfire." Fleefoot giggled.

Spitfire simply rolled her eyes.

~~~

"Stupid Spitfire!" Soarin flew over to a cloud and sat on it. "Aww, why am I blaming her? It's not her fault. She's only concerned. Besides, my skills are lacking a bit. I better go and sorry." He looked around from the cloud that he was sitting on. "Hey, am I above Ponyville?"

Small tower with dome. Traditional cottages. Big farm with apple trees.

"Yep. I'm in Ponyville. Wait, Rainbow Dash lives in Ponyville." He grinned.

He flared his wings open.

He was about to fly when his hoof got caught in the cloud. He tripped and fell.

He saw the ground zooming towards him. For some reason, his wings weren't responding.

He began to panic. He shut his eyes, and prepared for the mass of pain to come.

Nothing.

Maybe he hadn't reached the ground yet.

Nope, still nothing.

He slowly opened one eye.

Right under him was a small orange filly with purple hair.

"Yay! You go mum! You saved him!" She cheered.

"Huh?" He looked upwards.

"Well, it was nice of you to drop by."

There she was.

Rainbow Dash was fluttering above, holding him by his tail.

"I think its time to drop me off." He said sarcastically.

"Alright then." She let go of his tail.

He landed on face.

"Omigosh! Soarin!" Squealed Scootaloo.

As he got up, a cyan blue hoof pointed towards him.

"Need any help?"

He grabbed onto Rainbow's hoof, and got himself up.

"Are you alright?"

"Uhh."

"Mum, I think you broke him."

"Uhh, nah. I'm used to this."

"Knowing that you're a Wonderbolt, you're used to much more." Rainbow said.

"Yup! Wait..." He turned to face Rainbow. "Rainbow Dash?"

"The one and only."

He secretly smiled to himself.

"But who's the little one?"

"I'm Scootaloo!"

"My daughter."

"You have a daughter?"

"Long story." Rainbow muttered.

"Mum! I've got to go to the clubhouse!" She began to run. "I'll see you later!"

"Okay, bye Scoots! Say hi to AJ for me!" She yelled.

She turned back to the pegasus stallion. "So Soarin, why did you fall?"

"I tripped over a cloud." He smiled sheepishly.

Rainbow quietly giggled.

"Well, I had an argument with Spitfire, and I needed to think. Then I was about to see yo-her to say sorry."

"Argument, hey. What about?"

"Nothing...."

Rainbow gave a stern look.

"Something I've had my mind on."

"Oh really. What?"

"You." He blurted out.

Rainbow stepped back. "Me? Why me?"

"Err."

"There you are Soarin." Spitfire landed besides them. "I've been looking for you."

"Err, Spitfire, I've-."

"I'm sorry I yelled and all, but we are under a lot of stress lately. We've got far too many performances."

"Listen, I've-."

"So please come back to HQ."

"Just hang on, I've got t-."

"We've got to go now. Or our schedule will be ruined." Spitfire grabbed Soarin's tail and pulled him up.

"Hey, Spitfire!"

"Um on oran! Eve hot ew go!"

Soarin began flapping his wings.

He looked towards Rainbow. The confused Rainbow.

And flew away.

So close Soarin. You almost had it then. You've been waiting days, weeks, months! You featherbrain! Three little words. Three little words!

However, those 'three little words', are the most hardest to utter. To even whisper...