“When I was four, I was riding an alicorn with my father when we were attacked. My father was wounded, and I fell off the alicorn and almost died. My father saved me but succumbed to his wounds later.” He stops abruptly, causing Zephyr to toss his head. “I’d be careful about who you share that story with. Who told you that? Your mother?” “Partly, but I also remember bits and pieces. My father’s laugh, followed by screams. Fire. Falling.”
