Dripping into Equestria

A burning red and white streak suddenly appears in the atmosphere. A churning and boiling mass of rock and unknown falls rapidly to the ground. Occasionally a blue flame would flicker out when the churning mass would thin slightly, only to be replaced with a black sphere that quickly faded into nothing. Slowly, the rock and unknown began to boil away into nothing, it’s mystery left only for hot embers. Most of the embers fall into the ocean, cooling and blackening into dark shards that sank into the place even humanity and all it’s wondrous technologies cannot reach.

However, a single ember get’s caught in a breeze, so minuscule small that all that is seen is a pinprick of red and white. It floated rapidly across and ocean, following a brewing storm to a large mass of land far out into the distance. Eventually, the ember fades away, leaving only the smallest of ash. That ash was soon sucked up into the cloud, caught hovering in the mass of the tiniest water imaginable, slowly condensing bigger and bigger with it’s brothers.

As the storm rapidly moves over the mainland, a single man is seen sitting upon a bench on a beach, watching the storm clouds flow over him. Quietly, he puts out the half used cigarette he had hanging loosely from his pale pink lips. A small smile graced those pale lips as dark green eyes gently sparkled at the dark clouds above. The wind began to pick up as he slowly stood and walked forward a few steps, green eyes still watching those dark storm clouds with interest. His only slightly long almond brown hair rustled slightly in the strong breeze, however his plain gray open sweat jacket flapped behind him. His royal blue t-shirt underneath pressed against his chest, revealing a lean figure within. Blue jeans get catch the thin granules of sand as he slowly makes his short steps forward. Tan leather boots sink only slightly into the sand before they are picked up again, only to sink once more in a different location.

He had come here to watch the storm, watch as it gives it’s own precious liquid to the unworthy lifeforms below. It fascinates him really, how so much water can float peacefully above their head one moment, breaking up the endless blue that was this planets sky, only to suddenly turn an oppressing blackish gray, a promise that even though it may look evil, it will give it’s precious gift to those below. Little did he know though, this storm watch was not going to be like all his others.

Unlike all the other times, where he had only received the same gift as everyone else, he was about to receive something much, much greater. A single small splatter of water hit his solitary slightly tanned face as those dark green eyes watched on with gentle interest and warmth toward what he believes to be only an nonliving being. Soon, another drop fell, turning to light tan sand an earthy brown. Then, almost as if an invisible and silent signal went off with that second drop, the rain began to pour down. Gentle at first, then a rapid increase of speed.

A large smile broke out on the man’s gently tanned face, a joyous laugh escaped from between his pale lips. His arms spread wide as he allowed the feeling of the planet’s greatest life-giving resource to rain upon him. The feeling of a lightened heart blossomed in his dampening chest. His eyes continued to stare, full of mirth and happiness, at the beautiful art that was the falling water. He loved the feeling of the cold drops of rain slowly dampening his entire body, the sight of the rain falling down to meet with the earth, and the sound of the drops of precious liquid hitting hard against everything in it’s path.

However, unnoticed to the joyous man below, a single infinitely black drop fell at a much slower pace than all others. It moved slightly, catching it’s clear brothers and combining them into it’s own mass. Seemingly with a conscious of it’s own, it slowly angled itself toward the man. It begins to change, no longer in the teardrop shape that makes up all other rain, now a small sphere of black.

The man blinks, smile dropping only slightly as his eyes catch something strange. He just barely makes it out against the storm clouds above, but he spies a sphere shape of a black mass. Confusion began to occupy his mind as his arms slowly drop to his sides. His once joyously bright smiling face faded, now replaced with an analytic gray frown. Slowly, he makes his way toward where he believes the sphere of black will fall, trudging through the now wet sand in his tan leather boots.

He stops as the sphere slowly floats down to him, only to come a gentle and silent stop. It was only the size of his fist, and infinitely darker than he believed possible. As he narrows his eyes only slightly in though, he notices a quiver in the seeming liquid mass, sending small waves up and down the surface of it. Slowly, his right hand reaches upward, steadied only by his sheer curiosity. He places it an inch below the sphere, and slowly circles it, as if checking for any invisible strands holding it up. As his hand reaches the top of the sphere his already narrowed eyes narrowed further at this new information.

Slowly, his hand above the sphere curled into a gentle fist. Gently, as if any faster would scare away a spooked creature, slowly uncurled his index finger. Dipping it down toward the surface of the sphere only an inch away, his heart began to beat faster in anticipation. In what seems like an eternity, his finger breaks through the membrane with little resistance. He paused, finger down to the first knuckle of the sphere, feeling the infinitely colder than normal water interior. When nothing happens he shrugs, the previous nervousness fading like a passing memory, and plunges his entire hand into the sphere.

A stinging coldness flows rapidly up his arm, and he begins to panic, desperately trying to pull his hand from the impossibly cold black sphere. However, it was to no avail, the once unresistant sphere now held tight to his freezing hand like a steel trap. His heart began to increase to an almost painful beating as an excess of adrenaline began to pump throughout him. With his mental limiters becoming unlocked and new strength flooding his slowly freezing limb, he began to tug harder. Soon, the freezing feeling reaches his shoulder, and he only pulled harder in response. A loud cracking pop resounding throughout the still storming beach as his shoulder came free from it’s socket at his most recent adrenaline and panic filled tug. He didn't feel it though, he only pulled harder as the freezing feeling began to crawl onto the side of his neck, causing his shoulder to disgustingly lengthen from the now detached shoulder.

It slowly began to become hard to breath and move as the cruel freezing feeling covered his throat, head, and most of his back. He began to see spots as the lack of oxygen began to finally reach his brain. The feeling now fully covered his body, and in his flickering eyesight he witnessed something strange. The black sphere convulsed, and began to shrink. He forced himself to stay awake with every fiber of his frozen being to witness what was happening.

The sphere shrank until it was but a thing strand on the tip of his index finger. Then, that black strand began to push it’s way into his finger. He felt it, despite the lack of oxygen to his brain, and his frozen body, he still felt it. It felt like something colder than even his own body wormed it’s way into his body. Rapidly, as he slowly began to lose the strength to stay awake, he felt it wiggle it’s cold way to his heart. A single sigh passed between his now incredibly pale lips, releasing a burst of the coldest fog any living being had ever felt.

The man’s body began to change, skin and clothes fading into the black that once was the distinct color of the sphere. With only the falling rain, now warm compared to the black humanoid mass below, as witness, his body began to fade into nothing. No proof he even existed remained, all except to still gently smoldering cigarette hiding under the bench the now missing man was sitting at. However, the warmth from the fiery ground up leaves of tobacco and nicotine slowly faded, turning the red ember a light gray and black.