ThunderFeather glances around her and spots another pegasus sneaking up behind her. “What is your problem, FlameHeart?!” she whinnies exasperatedly.

“I am supposed to get you! Your mom ordered me to!” FlameHeart says in his usual high and mighty way.

”Could you maybe be a little less snooty once I a while!” ThunderFeather snaps angrily, “I will go to my mother...without you!” ”Ugh! You are so annoying! Why can’t you just do as I say! My dad is the over stallion! I am the grandfoal of ShadePebble and ClawFire! I deserve respect!”

”Yeah, well try earning it!” ThunderFeather leaps off the ground and flies to the other yearlings. “Where is MorningDew?” She asks.”She is over there with StarFeather,” ShadePepple says. ShadePebble usually stays and watches over the yearlings. ClawFire died 8 years ago defending SunHerd territory from a MountainHerd raid.

”Hello ThunderFeather!” Her father, StarFeather booms. StarFeather is ThunderFeathers uncle and Star’ and MorningLeaf’s second foal, and her mother, MorningDew, is the first.

“Hi!” ThunderFeather runs up and nuzzles him, “What happened? You were gone for days!”

”I was on a mission. And practicing with this,” his eyes twinkle and he breathes a small burst of golden fire. All the descendents of Star had one of the powers of the star fire. Her mother could create a shiel, her uncle could breathe healing fire, and her cousin could breathe silver fire. ThunderFeather couldn’t do anything yet.

”Look, I know you will be able to do something,” her mother says.

”I honestly don’t care. The other yearlings make fun of me enough right now, and powers will make it worse.” ThunderFeather says for the thousandth time, mother!

”why? You will be able to stand up for yourself.” StarFeather ask.

”I can stand up for myself perfectly fine right now. I can fight better than any of them.” As she says this, two sparks fall to the ground, one silver, one gold.

”See!” says her uncle, “I knew you could do it!”

As he says that, one of the yearlings playing turns aroun, and promptly bursts into flames.

”Well, little foal, I guess it is time to wake up. i will have so much fun. You...might not,” it ends in a cackle, wich turns into the foals dying scream.