A Secret and a Chain

by tomzie95

Rating: everyone
Tags: Dark, Romance, Comedy
Length: 2827

Dont know who you are , or where your partner resides? What about if you knew something that someone wished to know . ?

Winter chill is a catalyst for all things hidden in Eqestria .
On a night any other , something comes to possesion .
An obession not wanted , and a pain not worth knowing .
Her only solice is to find her partner and find out why this secret must be burdend with her.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-23 21:20:02 UTC

The secret (Prolouge)

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.

It's unusual

The path down to ponyville was basic , sticks and stones and the odd signpost pointing out to different neighbouring villages.

However the road from the everfree was an easy pass to follow as most ponies could hardly go anywhere else without passing through the sleepy village.

Trotting down from the north side of the market square Winter located her house from afar and set about course on getting to it , such a simple task wouldnt require even a second thought however it being the market square it was far from easy. It would take a Griffionian Genreal to be able to plot acourse for her house .

The sound of busy ponies and laughing fillies filled the air . The market was alive , not just with noise , the atmosphere was rich . Most ponies from the town came down just to enjoy each others company or just to have a meal  .

Winter Chill had become numb at the sight . Such a sight would of been heaven to most working ponies , but to see the same sights , hear the same sounds , every day is far from a welcome sight . The sole reason for living in such a busy area is a low rent , and a low distance to walk for grocceries.

Winter Chill lived on the centre house on the east side of the courtyard , it was a pain to get through to the house as the stools outside the front often cluttered her way in , not just with stock but with the people they attracted to them .

Winter had always had the same salesman on the front of her house , Thorn .

As she began to close in on the house she noticed something odd occuring around the front of her home , or rather a lack of something . Ponies . There were none  , and neither was Thorn. Winter paused and looked to one of the sellers next to the missing stool and asked "Hey wheres Thorn today ? Not like him to miss out on a sunday market."

"Hell if I know" Said the salesman , "Means more bits for me!" . A quick but manical laughter escaped his mouth before more shouting to the crowd.

Winter simply snorted and hastily made her way into her home.

"Hello?!"

No reply

"Hey firewire!!!"

Small shuffles from upstairs.

"I GOT PONYTARTS!"

It the turned from shuffles to full nuclear fallout . A large crash was heard and then the furious rampage of hooves on the stairs . Winter slowly withdrew a single tart and held it at a legs lenghts infront of her . A dark grey pony jumped at the bottom the stairs , for a second silent then like a race car sped towards the treat . Winter remained her compossure and stood staring forward . The attacker launcher himself towards the tart and grabbed it within his jaws. Once again speeding , it ran round the corner and began to devour its prey.

"Your really something firewire , for a magical genius such as your self ,  your still a sucker for the simpler things" Winter said trotting to the kitchen.

Firewire looked up , his orange hair covering his eyes and pop tar covering his .... face.

"Brain food , the term used for helping me think . Well we have stomachs too and my stomach to brain ratio is completley off balance" . Firewire went back down to finish of the tart.

"Well ya know fire maybe if ya spent more time making useful things instead of the usual it wouldnt mean I would have to feed you junk food" Winter said , placing her ruck sack on the table and sitting down near the couch.

"OH COME ON , the flying cart worked great ... mostly"

"Sure most ponies do enjoy being danged 100ft high with no direction to go "

Firewires special talent is magical programming , now this may sound farfetched but magic runs in terms of preset spells . Recently only unicorns were able to access and use these spells , firewire shown the whole of eqestria that this is wrong . Such simple things that would be near impossible for an earth pony to do is now just within reach of a simple button .

The magic is still trailing in the Eqestrian Arcane Leage to determine whether it be used for ponykind.

However most of the local ponies buy the contraptions from Firewire himself and make a daily use . The mystery is that no pony knows where the magic comes from , unicorns would often genreate the energy direct from their horns . Some say witchcraft and others say and 'alterier' being. Firewire was a everday nutcase , with a brain the size of a planet.

"Now the problem with that is there was no where to locate the altitude controls , so I linked it to the ponies emotions . Calmer , lower . Excited , higher . In theroey it made perfect sense !"

Winter jerked her head and laughed . "Theres your problem! IN THEROEY!"

Firewire chuckled along . "I think it was worth it to see those crusaders freaking out"

"Yeah " said Winter. "Piss off the elements of harmoney , become famous , money money money"

Both winter and fire chuckled along before sitting down and begining to wind down into the cool evening.

"So what is it " Firewire asked prodding at the crystal

"I cant really say for sure , it looks like something from an old nursery ryhme"

"What ever it is , its immune to any magic "

"Wait how do you know!?" Winter said fearfully

Firewire pulled back his long mane revealing a small sized grey horn.

"Oh yeah I forget you betray your own kind sometimes-OW!"

Firewire withdrew his hoof.

"Shut it "

Firewire sat down beneath the crystal and slowly began marking down all information he could on the device.

"Ya know winter we have found some crazy stuff over the years together ... but this ... thing ... theres something odd about it , something I cant quite put my hoof on"

Firewire put his hoof on the chain . "Oh wait , I can touch the chain ... intresting".Fire went off into a deep scribble on his page. Winter left the room , trotted up stairs to her bed . The day had been long , starting at the crack of dawn . She looked out to the window once more looking across the market sqaure and further yet into the everfree. The forest was silent , and the skies static . Not a single cloud nor a howl could be heard , only the bustling of the nightlife that soon would overcome ponyville.

During the hours that pasted through the night , Firewire had tried to make the necklace do something , anything . For something that would not react to magic it was alraedy creepy enough as it was . The sweat above his brow grew , the fire in his heart burned , and jimmies in his soul rustled .

Firewire tried  one of his unique spells , a programming spell that would restart most of his contraptions. It was a failsafe , even object not programmed would at least spasm or even move an inch.

He narrowed his eyes .

He focused his mind.

He chanelled his thoughts.

And then it came...

The spell smashed the necklace envoloping it in a tundra of white energy . Flares of magic sparked across the hall and acorss his coat . Dancing off him and fizzling out on the floor. Firewire kept his eyes focused on the object and kept his magic surging . The light grew envoloping him in the aurora of magic and it began genreating a gust throughout the house , knocking books of their shelves and devices of their mantles and even the breakfast bin full with precious Pony-O's.

Firewire couldnt hold the spell any longer , he flung back forced away by his own magic . He smacked his head across the door rendering him almost uncouncious . In his hazy state he managed to focus on the light , slowly dissapearing back to the necklace . He began loosing his vision , all he could see was the blurred outline of a hallway and a great light and a pony but als--Wait a pony?

"Whaa... who...w .. who are you...?". Mumbled firewire .

A voice spoke back .

"Your best friend"

"GOOOOOOODDDD Morning Ponyville! Its me Mic Thresher here with your wake up call , and the latest track by the hot new band hitting eqestria , making them the best-ia , THE FOALS" . Winter smashed he hoof on the clock , silencing the presenter and his awful choice for music.

"Firewire...."  said Winter raising from her slumber . "Ima' make you swallow this damn clock".

Winter slugged herself from the bed and clumsiley made her way to the bath room , bumping into the door frame and looking directly in the mirror . "Todays the big day honeybutt". Flicking her mane from her eyes . "Were gonna nail it ".

After an incredibly amazing and over the top montage of Winter making her self look amazing , it was time for breakfast .

"Woah what th-" . Winter with wide eyes trotted down the stairs to see her house in shambles , pottery smashed across the floor , pieces of metal and wood slugged over the furniture and a Firewire passed out on the floor.

"Oh this is just fantastic the one day I plan to speak to the highest authority in Eqestrian Archaeology and you have a party with out me " Winter said trotting down the stairs .

"Come on , whats the excuse . Can it top your last? There were cidergoes , and they forced you to drink else become frozen?!" Winter came closer to Firewire. She gave him a nudge , he was breathing which was good . But he wasnt responding to the witty comments which was worse .

"Urgh Fine , well dont be suprised if I come home tonight with the worlds most intelligent stallion and we kick you out " Winter ajusted her cloak around her neck and slammed the door .

Firewire began to stir at the sound of the slamming. "H- Hey ... Wintteerrrr? " He turned over to his back . "Can I have some breakfassttt?".

This Big Day

There it was , the Mueseum . It had large marble pillars and a hefty amount of stairs leading into a artistic arcway. It was crystal white with gold linings on some of the art work hanging above the arc . Archaeology was Winters fórte , any Alessian Artiefacts dug up by ponies she was one of the first in ponyville to be consoled . Today was her big day , the founding soceity of the mueseum had finally organised for a true piece of eqestrain history to be unvieled at their mueseum .

Winter had found out from a few colleages it remains intact and still awfully active , its importance and secrecy was so great they had sent an alicorn to assist its journey from the site to the mueseum . Out the of the four no one knew it was , but still it just helped the smile on Winters face grow and grow.

Trotting up into the arc way , Winter turned around looking across the surrounding gardens studying some of the tree's and plants . She did have a favourite tree , the Phoexen Philaion .

Or as most eqestrians would know it ,  a Torch Tree , the tree became infamous during the 3rd war between the Griffoinians and the Pegasi . The fight had a long back history stretching back to small raids made on their weather factories , however the war broke out due to the Griffonians capturing a canterlot politician . The fight made its way to the Hallow Hole in the Everfree , a desolate part of the forest where a large flat battle ground goes on for miles . The war lasted over 7 months , enough to see the tree grow in the middle of the field and shed it leaves in a firey display during autumn. Both forces began to stop fighting and stare in awe at the tree , they believed it was a symbol for their fighting and how even though the tree was burning it still stood strong amongst the warzone.

Such things always intrested the crystal white mare , how the nation came to be , and the supreme magical entities that run rabid all over eqestria.