The wind whipped through Tempest’s dark mane as she stood tall atop the craggy cliffside, her piercing cyan eyes scanning the distant horizon. The setting sun cast a golden glow across the rugged terrain of the Everfree Forest, painting the jagged rocks in warm hues. Tempest drew a deep, steadying breath, feeling the familiar power of her magic coursing through her veins - the same power that had carried her through countless battles and trials against the forces of harmony. She was a force to be reckoned with, a seasoned warrior whose skills were legendary throughout Equestria. Away from the prying eyes and stifling rules of Canterlot and Ponyville, she was unhindered, free to unleash her full might upon any who dared to cross her path. A faint rustling in the undergrowth below caught Tempest's attention, and her muscles tensed in anticipation. Her lips curled into a frown as she detected the presence of an intruder. Tempest's horn glowed with an ominous purple light as she drew upon her formidable magical reserves, ready to lash out at the first sign of movement.