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// SNEAK PEEK CHAPTER: The Fortune Teller 
// Story: To Save Equestria: The Mysterious Virus 
// by KalaAWild 
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I always had these dreams. These dreams I couldn't explain in just words alone. Was it normal to have them? I didn't know. I was just a filly back then. My brother didn't know why I had these dreams either. We concluded it might have been my special talent. I didn't get a cutie mark for it when the first dream came. Nor did the second or the third. These dreams didn't get strange until my brother and I had our third birthday together.

That night, everypony was there; our dad, our mom, Uncle Digger, our neighbors, and even our grandmother. She was always too busy with international affairs but she still managed to steal one night for us. 

Everything was there for a perfect birthday as well. Two birthday cakes sat on the table. One cake was the color of grey but was flavored like chocolate and another was lime green and it tasted like apples. My brother always did like Apple cakes. The house was decorated to match the theme of the cakes.

The dream started while I was awake. It was like those stories my dad used to tell me about. He used to have these dreams while he was awake too. I had my first when I was three. He had his when he was a young stallion. He said he used to relive events of his past and also see the ghosts of our ancestors. Those were past events he saw. I saw future events.

I could hear the winds of a snow storm around me. I was still in my house but I could hear violent winds. I wouldn't see the real world for long. My vision was clouded with darkness for a split second before my eyes saw what my ears could hear. I was in a dark snow storm and it was the worst snow storm I have ever seen. The snow storm was so strong that I couldn't see anything else. I could touch the puffiness of the snow underneath my hooves. It was soft even if it was blistering cold around me. 

I didn't know what to do at first. I waited a minute, hoping for the weird event, dream, thing to end. Nothing happened during that minute. I was blasted with nothing but cold snow. I started to move through the storm when nothing happened. I used my foreleg to cover my face from the soft but harsh snow.

I saw light as I continued to venture deeper into the dream. It looked like a fire rather than sunlight. I got closer to it to get a better sight. I saw a building; a tall cylinder building with windows carved out of its crystal walls. It was shiny because of the torch light shining off of the entrance. 

I gasped when I saw two dead ponies on the entrance floor. Their bodies were frozen solid when I found them. Each were fallen dead on the ground on opposite sides of the door. They guarded the building until they froze to death in the storm. I wondered what they were guarding so much that it was worth their lives. I entered the building and came upon a prison cell. They were were guarding a prisoner.

The prisoner, or ex-prisoner, stood in his cell without chains holding him back. A hooded pony behind him freed him from his chains. The prisoner massaged his hooves as it looked like he hasn't moved in weeks.

"Ah," the prisoner sighed in relief. "That felt good to get those chains off."

"Yes my lord," the hooded pony said back in a low and monotone voice. "It's a good feeling to be free."

"Yes it is, my follower. Have the plans been carried out?" 

"Indeed my lord. We were set back because of some minor complications."

"What are they?"

"Instead of just six months of research, we need two years in order to keep it in secret. I know you wanted six months but we need time."

"Fine. So be it. Once we get the heart and have my magic returned to me, we can ascend to the thrown. And this time, nopony can stop me."

Then the old stallion looked at me. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I went into a fetal position and hoped for the dream to end. It did. 

When I woke up, I was still in the motion of blowing out my candle of my birthday cake. The air from my lungs passed through my mouth without my control and the candle went out. The candle was the only light in the room and it went dark as soon as it went out. 

"Happy Birthday Milan!" Everypony in the room screamed at me when it got dark.

I was still scarred from that dream. Did I accidentally right an extra "r"? I meant scared but that is also another verb I could use. Until the lights got back on, I had a scared look on my face because I was terrified. I was sweating in fear and my pupils were dilated.

My dad's magic glowed in the dark. His faint silver glow only showed his face and my face. He mirrored my face exactly. He got scared because I did. He was wondering about what I saw, what I heard, what I touched. He wanted to know what was wrong.

"Milan, what happened?" My dad asked me. "What did you see?"

"I saw something," I muttered in fear. My voice quivered in pitch nuances. "I can't explain it. Something bad is going to happen."