A Secret and a Chain

A broken dream, and a corrupted ornament.

Equestria is known for its many secrets lain down by each generation, the forerunners and their ability to exercise magic to a great will. The Fawlarn Empires will and determination, which resulted in the ability for the weather to be changed on hand. And the two sisters who were able to banish the dreads ruling pony kind.

But a secret remains a secret till it leaves the lips of its creator, and nothing is as powerful as a secret in the wrong hands. A million out comes are possible to occur, but who ever is the controller for them, determines one more….

It was a crisp winter night, and the bitter cold wind shot out of the everfree and haunted the silent town of ponyville. Fireplaces were ablaze and the chatter of families and friends radiated the night’s harsh silence. How ever this particular night, there was not just wind exiting the forest.

No

A small mare crawled her way out of the forests choking branches; hoof-by-hoof she pulled her self out of the dirt and up to a small hill. The hill looked out perfectly across the town, and in the distance the canterlot waterfalls glistening in the moons light.

Small sharp breaths escaped her frost bitten mouth, and she scrunched up her long red cloak around her body and kneeled down the base of the lonesome tree. The night’s sky was clear and the moon was held beautifully in the midnight sky.

The forest echoed with the sounds of diamond dog roars and timber wolf howls, the small mare twitched at the sound of each threatening noise.

Countless hours past and the moon began to descend slowly into the horizon, almost merging with the tree line of the everfree.

A gust of wind smacked the small mares cloak pulling the hood from her coat flying to the back of her neck and flickering in the wind, revealing Winter Chills large blue eyes, staring into the centre of the moon.

She released a small sigh and re aligned her hood, a small shimmer of white light from her horn and it was soon replaced to be covering her shivering face. Her cloak covered the utmost part of her body leaving the moon able to shine upon her cutie mark … a small black U.

She pulled her rucksack away from her body and lain it down in the wood chippings beneath the tree, a small coin pouch fell from the top of the bags compartment and nudged the bottom of her leg. Winter let out a shiver across her body and twitched at the feeling, she jerked her head towards the pouch and stood up cautiously. She poked and prodded the bag with her hoof retracting instantly as she touched it each time.

Upon her final touch a small glimmer came from the pouch, an emerald gem poked its tip out of the pouch and was followed by a thick golden chain. The wind had pushed the pouch and the necklace apart and both lay separately at the base of the tree.

A wave of fear struck the small mares heart. Her cheeks grew a fiery red and her eyes became cloudy with her tears, she stood quivering at the object, her mouth twitching and her muzzle moist from her tears.

“No…” The small mare stuttered. “Not… not … this” .

A wave of emotion had washed over Winter leaving her paralytic and standing on all fours . Her horn began to glow a pure white and small sparks of magic danced of her horn and to the floor . In a fast jerk she aimed her head at the emerald and levitated it slowly back into the pouch before securing it tight around her rucksack. Winter chill lifted her head to see celestia’s sun rising and the moon fully encased in the darkness of the ever free.

Winter Chill stood up , packed her secret and trotted into the awakening town . Preparing for a new day.