These stories are going to be written simultaneously, and they all happen at the same time. They can be read in any order at all. This one is about SwiftHerd.
Prologue
A gray mare gazed fondly at the small filly who was taking her first steps. Soon a look of horror spread through her face, and she swept the filly towards her with her tail.
"Owlfoal," she whispered. "Your name will be Owlfoal."
Owlfoal leapt through the camp. Everyone found it strange that she jumped for fun, as there were better ways to use your energy, but Owlfoal loved the feeling of soaring through the air like a bird. She just wanted to go higher and higher, but, as the rest of the Herd- Even Birdleap! - said, jumping is useless unless there's something in the way. Cloudcoat, her mother, repeated that phrase now.
"You're in my way!" She snorted, instantly regretting it. Cloudcoat had always seemed to have a reason for saying that – it was the rest of the Herd she should be mad at. Owlfoal could see the way her muscles tensed when Owlfoal jumped. But why? It was so fun!
"You're overreacting, Cloudcoat," came Drizzleeye's silky voice. "It's but a foal game."
Cloudcoat glared at her mate with nostrils flaring, though she was unable to argue.
"Why must you do that? It's as if she's an interesting little bug! She should grow as an ordinary filly, and nothing else! Any other foal that jumped that exceedingly would be scolded for it." Cloudcoat neighed quietly, so as not to be overheard. Drizzleeye did not flinch. "She should not grow up as a normal filly, because she isn't. She must be able to face it when it comes. She is the only one who can."
"Why her? Why my foal?"
"Because she is the one! You know why!"
"I should never have told you that, you-"
"No, Cloudcoat. It was the right thing to do. I will ensure her training."
"Training for what? You know nothing of what she must face! All you know is that she is the one who carries the blood of old."
"Can defeat the one whose blood runs cold. Nothing is clearer than that. She will save SwiftHerd, perhaps even all of the Herds." Drizzleeye finished.
Owlfoal's ears lay flat. What makes me special, she thought, And what must I do?
She turned away from the Herd and took off running through the trees, trying to get as far away as possible.
Her feet hardly seemed to touch the ground.