In Cloudsdale, the winter solstice had come, changing the white fluffy clouds to a soft grey, or dark grey, depending on the day. Sadly, due to a drop in temperatures because of the sun hidden behind the clouds, cloudsdale, the magical floating city, home to the pegasi, had frozen over.

And that’s how Soarin, and the other pegasi of cloudsdale found themselves navigating through dark stormy clouds, a bit higher up in the sky. Avoiding the strikes of lightning, and pushing tirelessly through raging winds, and near pitch black clouds.

“Just a bit farther! Keep your foals near you or in your hooves, and aid the elderly!” Soarin calls to the pegasi behind him, as he leads them with the other wonderbolts through the stormy clouds that shield the city of Thunderia.