Memories… and darkness. But mostly darkness. Am I dead? I think I’m dead. Or dying. They do say that your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. Let us see here… embarrassing moment… embarrassing moment… REALLY embarrassing moment… ah… something happy…

I’m in the courtyard of Red Mane Keep with my sister. Scarlet Rain, my older sister… yes, I remember how nice she was to me. Her glossy black coat shined in the sunlight as her purple and black mane blew in the wind. Her bright violet eyes glistened as she charged up another shot. Her horn glowed bright orange before she let the shot loose. I flew up above, deftly dodging the shots. As each one misses, I hear the impact on a wall behind me, each shot shattering hardened stone bricks like glass. Each shot could easily hurt me, but we weren’t fighting, we were playing. Our father Red Wing had us spar 8 hours a day, but we had been doing it since we were foals, and sparring seemed like a game at this point. Another explosion of stone sounded, directing my attention back to my sister.

She fired another rapid volley of concussion blasts, and I dodged to the right, down, right, left, then up. She was immensely powerful compared to normal unicorns, but “average” for a Sanguine Family unicorn. The only ponies that could cast greater magic were our mother, Scarlet Glimmer, and the Three Princesses themselves. Powerful magic was just another perk of being a Sanguine Noble.

She fired faster and faster until it was nearly impossible to distinguish two bursts apart. However, where my sister had power, I had dexterity and speed. I ducked, dodge, rolled, and twisted, but a single blast struck home, dead center of my chest. Thank Luna I was wearing my armour. I flew backwards into a wall, smashing into it with enough force to break a pony’s back, obliterating the stone.

*CRACK*

The sound of shattering stone echoed through the morning air. As I rose to my hooves, my sister came trotting up to me, giggling as she neared. Not mockingly so, just in a friendly way.

“Come now, brother. I didn’t hit you that hard, just hard enough to crush a boulder. You’ve been through worse, even without your enchanted armour.” I looked up to my elder sibling, grinning.

“I’m tired of getting shot at. Why don't we WRESTLE?” I lunged at the unicorn, hooves up, battering her as she tried her best to block the blows. We began to wrestle in the dirt, each missed blow causing showers of dirt. After several minutes we stopped, the both of us bruised and weary.

“Dear brother,” my sister began, “I am four years older than you and still you make me look weak in a fight!” She finished with a laugh, and I quickly joined in. Suddenly, a thundering boom sounded, signaling summons.

“Oh my, it appears we have been at it all morning. It’s time for lunch, brother. Let us go meet mother and father in the Great Hall and see what the chefs have prepared for us.” She giggled before adding: “And if the food isn’t to our liking, like last night, we can always feed the chef to the hounds!” Scarlet Rain started to laugh gleefully, but I simply nodded with a frown. I liked that chef, and I still think the food was fine. The two of us began to trot indoors as the memory faded to black.

I suddenly feel something pressing my side, but at the same time, it’s a numb feeling. At least I can feel anything. That tells me that I’m not dead. I strain to open my eyes, and an unexpected sight appears before me. I appear to be on a bed, on my back, looking up. All I see for a moment is blinding light. Then, I see an Angel, looking down at me.

Author's Notes:

Quick little diddy, Here are the codes for the pony creator for Red Storm and his sister Scarlet Rain, in case anyone REALLY had to know how they look. Could just be me though.
http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=pony+creator#/d47efz4 = link
451P1O5010191919FFC49D00000EAFE00NN1837203000001U1000000FE00000L107F3FCC004CB2 = Red Storm
4G3P000100111111FE171700A01B412FERH18370030200005100052D7300FE05107F3FCC004CB2 = Scarlet Rain
Just a little touch of OCD. You never know, y'know?