twentypercentcooler:

How, father?  How do I do it?

What do I use… to make them afraid? 

If I ring this bell, Twilight will come.  She can stop the bleeding, in time.  Another of your gifts to me, father.

I have speed.  The family manor rests upon a cloud that will be the perfect headquarters…  Even a friend with training in magic.

Yes, father.  I have everything but patience.   I’d rather die than wait another hour. 

Without warning it comes, crashing through the window of your treehouse, and mine.  I have seen it before… somewhere… it frightened me, as a filly.

Frightened me. 

Yes, father.