As Free Form closed his eyes and felt himself being pulled into the grips of a dream. He once again found himself in this same familiar place… His home, his country, his war…
 
“Soldiers! Up!” Shouted the Moqaddam, quickly gathering the attention of all the Officer Cadets. Among one of the Cadets, a blue Unicorn who’s horn was longer than all the others and eyes glowed a bright amber, unlike all the others signifying that he was not just any Unicorn. But a Shadhavar, Unicorns of Old Arabia, sometimes called ‘Pure Bloods’ for their powerful grasp on magic. Each and every Cadet climbed out from their beds and quickly got into uniform. Azad hopped out of his bed and scrambled to the chest sitting at the front of his bed. His magic activated, unlocking the chest only to be cut off by a wet hoof. The Shadhavar swallowed and stiffened his face as he awaited the Moqaddam’s cruel words. The sand colored stallion, who had licked his hoof and put out Azad’s magic closed in, and spoke right into his ear with a clear, and calm voice. “We don’t use Magic in Basic Training, Cadet. Don’t let me see it again or you will face consequences, do you understand me?”
 
Azad gave a firm nod and kept his jaw tight while puffing out his chest. The Moqaddam walked out the door to the tents, and left a few words for the Cadet’s before taking his leave. “Meet me down by the cliff in ten minutes, if any single one of you are late by even a second, we’ll be sure to use you as bait during our first missions in the Mountains. Do you hear me?!”
 
“Yes sir!” Replied every single one of the Cadets, including Azad. The stallion opened up his chest using his hooves and quickly got into Uniform. He took a minute to button up his Cadet Uniform, and when he was satisfied, headed out of his tent, looking out at the Dusty Landscape that lay in front of him. Free’s lips formed a frown, and he thought of what this war would lead do. Perhaps, he was having second thoughts.