Flurry Heart was, by happenstance, conceived the very moment the Saturation occurred.

She was not the only one, of course. On the planet Earth alone, oblivious to the confrontation of worldwide significance, eighteen other children were also conceived to fourteen couples, two women who just wanted a fling with their respective partners, and one unfortunate victim who had no idea what her future would hold. And as magic rippled across the cosmos, through long isolated galactic communities, various nonhuman species would find a smattering of wunderkind, blessed or cursed with strange powers and wisdom that would lead them forward out of the dark age.

Flurry Heart did not learn any of this.

She slumbered peacefully through the events of the Friendship Games, through her discovery (and her parent's panicked realizations), through a hastily thrown together wedding meant to look as though it was well-planned. She twitched occasionally in the oncoming months, new eyes opening to darkness, limbs stretching as they grew, testing digits as they came into being. The genetic code for Equestrian magic, hastily implemented into humanity, wove itself through every stage of her development, unchecked by the measures that only existed seconds after her creation. A versatile powerhouse grew in the unsuspecting womb, emerging after a long period to the worried love of her parents.

Flurry Heart did not recall any of this.

It was fortune and fortune alone that allowed her condition to be diagnosed by the new guardian of the world. Had she been born further away, to parents who did not have a personal connection to Sunset Shimmer, she might not have been noticed. And because she was noticed, Sunset was able to locate the others like her on the planet, explain the situation to their parents—not all of whom were in the best of places, and some of whom did not appreciate the information. Still, they knew, and they made preparations that otherwise would not have occurred. Some were for good. Some were for ill. And in a secret place, Sunset told the secret watchers what she had learned, and secret protectors were assigned.

Flurry Heart did not discover any of this.

Flurry Heart was a child of the new world. She could not picture a reality without magic, without intelligent animals or computers that talked back, without superheroes or giant monsters, without semi-powerful churches or legitimately powerful demigods. Oh, she knew that such a time had existed, yes, but that didn't mean she understood it; when her aunt was literally holding the universe together and her babysitters could range from being able to grow humongous to having meta-temporal knowledge, the idea seemed incomprehensible.

She wandered through the new world, wide-eyed and eager, for most of her childhood. Unaware of just how protected she was, or just how special she was—not that she didn't know she was special, only that she didn't realize her uniqueness. She laughed, cried, played, threw tantrums, all the usual manner of antics children got up to. It simply didn't occur to her that magic, any magic, had not been woven into such actions beforehand.

So she could not, for the life of her, understand why her parents had grounded her for enchanting the silverware. Again.

Sunny Flare crossed her arms as the woman she'd been dating for years now rolled on the ground laughing.

"It's not funny."

Lemon Zest was unable to reply through her guffaws.

"It is... only a little bit funny."

"I don't get it," Flurry Heart said, tilting her head. "Why is she laughing?"

"Oh geez, hahahaaaahaa, she, she, pfffaaahahaha!"

Sunny Flare took a deep breath. "No, Flurry Heart," she said slowly, "we are not the result of Abacus Cinch pouring out all her 'grumpiness' to make a new person. Lemon Zest is her niece, and we did both attend Crystal Prep while Cinch was in charge, so we do know her."

"Ooooooooh." Flurry nodded. "So that's why she looks like Grumpgran!"

Lemon's laughter redoubled as she clutched her stomach. "From thehahaha mouth of babes! Hahahaaaahahahaaahahahaaa!"

Sunny pinched her brow. "I am so sorry for her behavior, Cadence."

"Isn't that my line?" Cadence asked, quirking a brow. "I mean, I'm the one asking you to babysit..."

"Hahahaha.... haaaa... whew." Lemon finally sat up, clapping a hand on Flurry's shoulder. "Kiddo, you and I are going to have a heck of a lot of fun together, I can tell."

Author's Notes:

When Abacus Cinch learned why she'd found herself wearing a hideous sweater that read "World's Grumpiest Gran" and drinking from a similarly captioned mug, her only response was, "You are all tremendously fortunate that my great-granddaughter is as adorable as she is."