Sunlight filled Echomoon's eyes. She groaned and rolled to her hooves, shaking her head. She looked around and saw that it was daytime. She was suddenly rammed from her side. "You're finally awake!" A voice whinnied. A flash of white invaded Echomoon's vision. "Moonglow!" She nickered to her friend. Moonglow, filly of Tearlight and Sunflame, was pure white with white feathers. "You don't have to ram me every time I finally get up. You KNOW I'm not a morning pegasus," Echomoon nickered. The two walked over and grazed together. "Are you thinking about what to become when you're older?" Moonglow asked. Echomoon lifted her head, startled by this sudden question. "No," she answered. "I'm thinking of becoming a battle mare," Moonglow said. Echomoon thought for a few minutes and finally discovered her passion. "I'd like to become a spy," she nodded to herself. "Oh, a spy?" A cruel voice nickered from behind her. Echomoon braced for the impact that was about to land. "Fly," she whispered to Moonglow. Echomoon was suddenly shot forward, skidding across the soil and landingon her hooves. Ears pinned, she faces her attacker. It was a colt the same age as her. He was a red roan with an orange mane and tail, one hind anklet, one hind sock, one front stocking, red tipped orange feathers, and a fiery attitude. "Flamefeather," Echomoon snorted. "What do you want?" She asked. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to hurt you, filly-willy," Flamefeather nickered. His friends laughed. "Shut up!" Moonglow snorted, helping Echomoon. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you foals cry," Flamefeather laughed. Echomoon's mind whirled. She was always bullied by this half-wit with barely two brain cells to rub together; she just didn't understand why. "Back off, Flamefeather." A voice tickled the fillies' and colts' ears. A bay colt stepped into view. He had jade tipped emerald green feathers and a wide blaze. Flamefeather snorted. "Get lost, Pepeleaf," he snorted. Pepeleaf went over to help Echomoon and Moonglow. "Go," he whispered to the white filly. She nodded and, throwing one last worried glance at her friend, galloped into the sky. "I said," Pepeleaf advanced on Flamefeather. "Back. Off."
"Pepeleaf don't, please!" Echomoon pleaded. The last thing she needed was her friend getting hurt from her problems. "You wanna go?" Flamefeather snorted and laughed. "Then lets go." He reared and struck Pepeleaf in the chest. Pepeleaf did not move. Pepeleaf bucked at him while Echomoon watched in horror. Flamefeather landed one front hoof on Pepeleaf's chest and trailed blood. That was more Echomoon could take. With an angered, enraged stony whinny, she whirled around and let loose both back hooves. She felt the satisfying thud as her sharpened back hooves collided with Flamefeather's neck. He went spiralling backwards and landed on his side, panting heavily. Echomoon raced over to Pepeleaf, who looked shocked. "Are you okay?" She asked. He nodded. "Yeah," he breathed. "Fine." The two walked away. But in the back of Echomoon's mind, a chilling whisper rang out. "Next time, I'll be ready. Watch out."