Flurry Heart wanted to blast Tempest to pieces. She had the magical power for it—between being an Alicorn and her teenage emotions, she felt like she could tear down the castle sometimes. But the rusty metal band on her horn didn’t let her cast any kind of spells. But that gave her an idea. “Was there any machines,” she finished lamely. “Because Othar was… advanced. And they could’ve fixed your horn for you.”