“It’s okay,” Lucky muttered from beside her. She was shorter than Flurry Heart was, clumsier, and still next to useless with her magic despite having had her horn for over a year. Even so, Flurry Heart was the one who felt inadequate. Here she stood, beside the pony who had saved the world. A princess in her own right, and what was she? She hadn’t saved anything—she’d been born this way. Her very birth had even put the Crystal Empire in danger, years ago.