Smoke rose from Sweetie Belle while water continued to drip from charred and drenched body. On either side of her Scootaloo and Appleblooom looked at her with concern. In their front hooves were the buckets they'd used to douse their recently ignited friend. On the ground around them were various fireworks waiting to be lit.

For several seconds the unicorn sat there silently with her eyes closed. Top part of her usually bright white coat along with her mane and tail now had charred, dark grey appearance. From her lingering strands of smoke floated from her. Suddenly Sweetie eye's snapped open and a big grin spread across her face as she called out.

"Girls! I've had a vision!"

"Um Sweetie, r' ya ok?"

"What!" Sweetie yelled. "My ears are ringing really bad! Did you say something?!"

Scootaloo set her bucket down. "Sweetie! What were you thinking?"

"What!" The unicorn yelled again.

Slowly the metal lid on Frank's pot rose. A black tendril with a single eye peeked out from beneath the lid. After a moment all 3 of the foals heard in their heads.

By the shadow of the Nameless King. You 3 are a nexus for chaos.

“What was that Frank! Oooo! Pretty colors!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

Frank muttered something unintelligible and retreated into his pot and closed the lid.

The first drawing I started during my recent Fundraiser Picarto stream. The theme was fireworks.