I lifted my muzzle from my bed as strange smells drifted into my dreams. Sniffing, I realised that these smells were not isolated to my dreams alone, but to the waking world. Getting to my feet, I walked over to my door and looked out. My world, usually so calm at this time of night, was a blaze of orange. Snorting, I kicked out at my door. I may not know exactly what fire was, but instinct took over and I knew I had to get out. The rest of the horses were awake now, snorting and kicking at their own doors. I was stronger, though, and with one final kick my door gave way. I bolted out, away from the fire. I had to find Ryan. He would get the others out.
"Prince!" Ryan's voice was stunned as he saw me. He was a good lad though, and knew immediately that something was wrong. "Ssh boy, what is it?"
I snorted frantically, nodding my head in the direction of the stalls. He looked up and saw, with his own eyes, the bright flames which were spreading quickly. He seemed transfixed for a moment, then I stamped my hoof and he came to his senses, springing to his feet and rushing over to the blazing fire…