In the far north, farther than the Crystal Empire, beyond Yakyakistan, there lies the Kingdom of the Midnight Sun, a vast land of ice and snow. Contrary to all expectation ponies live even in this harsh realm. More than a thousand years ago, in the heart of the kingdom, by a forest, there was an old log cabin. A piebald earth mare called Maple lived there alone for a long time. From time to time her friend, a tall unicorn mare Blizzard came to see her. Like the day that she arrived with her daughter Spring Brook. Maple baked sweet apple pies. Then she put one piece in a dish on a stump in front of the cabin and came back.
"Why did you do it?" Blizzard asked her.
"Wait and you will see."
In a while, something moved among trees in a distance. It looked like a red flame nearing the edge of the forest. Finally, that thing got out. It was a little red-maned filly galloping towards the stump. She looked around, took the pie with her hooves and ate it.
"Who is it? And why don't you invite her indoors?" Blizzard wondered.
"Once a pack of wolves strayed around. This filly was among them. She didn't fear them and they respected her. The wolves went away but she stayed. I could hear her stomach rumbling. So I gave her some carrots. She was hesitating, carefully took the carrots, ate them and ran away. The next day she came for dinner again. I was trying to invite her indoors many times but she is too wild." Maple took a look around the room, "Blizzard, where is your daughter?"
Spring Brook was out to look better at the wild filly.
"Oh, no. she will scare her off," Maple sighed.
The wild foxy sniffed at Spring Brook, walked around her, watched her for a minute, and galloped to the forest. Later when Blizzard pulled a sleigh with her daughter home, the wild filly followed them. She was trying to keep pace with the tall mare, though her own hooves were sinking deep in the snow. After a while, Blizzard stopped and took her with them.
Another halt she made near Azure Lake.
"I am going to pick some rare herbs growing along the shore. Wait here. I'll be right back," Blizzard said and left.
"So, what's your name?" Spring Brook asked.
The wild filly just stared at her. Suddenly, she turned her head and growled.
"Stop it! It's scary!" Brook said.
But the foxy bristled up and growled louder. Brook took a look in the direction that the filly was pointing her nose at. In the sea of white, she discerned a polar bear coming to them.
"BLIZZARD, HELP!!!" Brook called out, but Blizzard couldn't hear her.
The bear was nearing fast. Brook shot a beam of energy at him. The beast got hit, but didn't even feel it. Then the wild filly closed the eyes, set her teeth, and her horn shone for a second. An explosion dug the snow right in front of him. He shook his head, and carried on walking. The foxy closed the eyes again. Her horn flashed. This time the explosion struck so close that they almost fell off the sleigh. Blizzard heard it, came running and drove the bear away.
At home, Brook told Blizzard, "She can't speak, just growls."
"And she doesn't know how to use her horn, but I feel a great power in her."
"You could teach her that picture magic," Brook proposed.
"You are deeply underestimating runic magic but you are right. It could be a good beginning for her."
"How shall we call her?"
"Come here," Blizzard called the foxy, "from this moment on your name is Eveningray," as she spoke the words a lightning shone, and thunder crashed, "let it walk with you on your way through life." Then Blizzard put a magic sign on her forehead.