(@Crimson Lionheart Here ya gu x3) 1997 A husband and wife were driving in the outskirts of Canterlot, California, their slightly battered cobalt blue 1982 Ford F-250 carrying firewood for their wood stove back home. The wife, slim, somewhat curvaceous yet very athletic looking, had vibrant pink skin with dark blue hair and eyes, while the husband, with a rather burly build, had purplish-grey skin, dull, multicolored hair, and yellow eyes. Both of them were as friendly and moral as you could find, even if they did have their disagreements, such as right now. "Are you sure you know where you're going?" asked Firefly with concern. Her husband was prone to forgetting how to get to his destination, even with a map. "No worries, honey, we'll be fine." Spectrum Burst replied reassuringly. "That's what you said last time, and then we ended up missing the turn at Alberquerque." "It was worth it though, getting to see Roswell..." Suddenly, a loud crashing noise could be heard next to them. "WHAT THE HELL--" shouted a startled Spectrum Burst as the vehicle rolled onto its side. Spoiler: Music for scene (Recommended) They got out to investigate what had caused them to flip over, to find a smoldering crater, inside of which was what appeared to be a small, round metal ball, about the size of a human child, with a small, circular window facing towards the sky. Looking through the window, one could see that there was indeed a child inside. An infant girl, in fact: sky blue skin with small amounts of bright, rainbow-colored hair on her head. "Speccy, dear... Is that... an alien?" asked Firefly nervously. "I'm not sure," replied Spectrum, "she looks just like you or me... might be some kind of Russian space baby." Firefly looked at her husband in confusion. He was somewhat intelligent, having obtained a degree in law at UCLA, but he was lacking in common sense. While he knew that the Soviets had disbanded only six years prior, he still didn't trust the Russians. "What do you mean? The Russians wouldn't just send a baby into space. That's dumb!" "Well, suppose she is an alien, then" replied her husband, "What if she's from one of them Klingon-type cultures?" "We can raise her properly, don't worry," said Firefly, "I'll just have a birth certificate forged and we'll be good to g-" At that moment, they were interrupted by the sound of metal and wood being moved slowly, but steadily. When they turned around, they saw the child had left the pod and somehow righted the truck. "Yep..." said Spectrum, "Definitely not Russian..."
Many years later... The infant girl was raised into a loving family as an only child, but what her family lacked in simplicity they made up for in love. Her parents did whatever they could to provide the best life they could possible to her and treasured her as the most valuable thing in the world. Years passed, and the girl had entered her late teenage years. She grew up to be quite the lady, both physically astounding. But in terms of personality, she defiantly related much closer to her father then her mother...
Her adopted parents named her Rainbow Dash, which was fitting of course, due to her hair color. She always knew, however, that she was very different from the rest of her peers. For instance, she once kicked a soccer ball so hard it caught on fire, which requires enough force to propel said ball at the same speed as an spacecraft re-entering the atmosphere. She still didn't know what specifically was different about her, but that would soon change...
One night, her parents pulled her aside to tell her the truth. Rainbow would know that she's always been different, but she wasn't prepared to know the whole truth...
---- "Rainbow?" said Firefly as she was cleaning out the garage. "I need to talk to you!" "Coming, mom!" said her daughter as she ran downstairs. She couldn't have been older than seventeen, and she looked every second of it. "Sorry, I was busy with the lawn," Rainbow Dash apologized sheepishly, "What'd you wanna talk about?" "You, hun. Where you come from." Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. "Yeah, we had this talk already. When a man and a woman love each other very much--" "Actually, that's not how you came to us, dear," replied Firefly testily. Rainbow Dash's eyes widened. "I'm adopted?" Firefly gained a somber look. "Well... not exactly..." "Lemme guess... I'm a wizard, right?" "Sort of..." her mother replied. "You're... how do I put this... You're not actually from this planet." This news floored Rainbow Dash. All her life she knew she was different from the others, but this... this was too much to take in at once. "No... No, I can't be..." she said to herself, "All this time... I'm an alien... No! NOOO!" In her shocked anger, she punched the wall absentmindedly, and to everyone's surprise, her fist went clean through, the hole leaving cracks behind in its wake around it. "Oh God," she said, stricken with panic, "I... I..." She ran out of the house, but was confronted by her father. "Where ya goin' hun?" he asked calmly, smiling. "I..." She stopped in her tracks. "Rainbow, what's wrong?" Spectrum said with a look of concern. She looked at her father, then at her hands. "I'm a monster," she said, hugging her father and beginning to cry. He began to hug her back, to comfort his daughter. "So, your Mom finally told you the truth, huh?" he said with a sigh.
Spectrum looked down in disappointment, knowing full well what this would mean between the relationship with his daughter. Rainbow looked at her father sadly and looked into his eyes. "Dad? Is it showing off if somebody's doing the things he's capable of doing?" Spectrum merely shook his head. "No" "What about a bird? Is a bird showing off when it flies?" Rainbow sobbed. Spectrum merely pulled his daughter into a loving warm hug "No. When you first came to us, we thought that people would come and take you away because, when they found out, you know, the things you could do...and that worried us a lot. But then a girl gets older, and he thinks very differently and things get very clear." Rainbow looked back up into her fathers eyes, tears streaming down her face. "And there's one thing I do know, and that is you are here for a *reason*. I don't know whose reason, or whatever the reason is...maybe it's because...um...I don't know, it's uh..." Spectrum continued with a warm smile. " But I do know one thing. It's not to score those soccer goals, you understand." All of a sudden, Spectrum's eyes widened before clutching his left forearm. His worried face looks towards Rainbow and Firefly in the background, breathing heavily and shaking violently. "Oh no...." was the last thing that Spectrum would ever say before collapsing face first onto the ground, suffering a powerful heart-attack that would kill him a mere moment later.
