Once Blizzard said, "Eveningray, you are good at runic magic, but you have to be able to use your horn properly. It is more effective in fight against your enemies. Brook will show you some tricks with fire, and you try to repeat them after her. I don't expect you to be as good as her, because the power over fire is her talent, but try your best, please."
Brook stood opposite a table on which a candle was set. She focused, her horn shone and the candle lit. Brook made the flame higher, bent it and made a ring of it. After that she put it out.
"Did you see? It's easy. So, go ahead," Blizzard encouraged her.
Nervous Eveningray came to the table, focused and...
All the mares ran out of their house full of smoke with their faces dirty of soot.
"I am sorry, Blizzard," Eveningray hung her head down.
"Never mind. You'll just have to practice your magic outdoors next time."
Another day in their back yard, Blizzard said, "Eveningray, your today's task is to hit the log over there. Brook will show you how to do it."
Brook aimed her horn at the log and burnt a hole into it.
'Calm down, it's easy,' Eveningray thought to herself. Then she aimed her horn at the log and series of explosions dug the snow all over the yard. The target remained intact.
One of two snow heaps said, "Blizzard, I think we should stay away from her."
"I am sorry," Eveningray whispered.
"Try again!" Blizzard shook the snow off. "Don't let one fail discourage you!"
Eve looked at the log, frowned, her horn shone again and the log exploded.
"I did it!" Eveningray rejoiced.
"Excellent, my dear," Blizzard praised her.
On a rainy day, little Eveningray was looking for a shelter in a dark forest. She got into a cave. The pony felt like there was something else in there. She didn't see it, but she feared it.
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded, "We'll meet again, and it will be your end!"
Terrified Eve shot out of the cave. She was running through the forest in the pouring rain, until her legs were able to carry her. Then Eve fell down exhausted. Many steps rustled around her. She raised her head, and her face was full of hopelessness.
"Wake up, Eve!" Brook shook her. "You've had a bad dream."
Eveningray opened her eyes and sat up in her bed.
"Is it still the same, you as a little filly, cave and forest?" Brook asked.
"I am not quite sure if it was just a dream. It felt so real!"