Cold

by Moonshine Wing

The first sign

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I was still in the hospital, feeling drained from the last week. Between losing my best friend and half-transforming (not pretty, by the way) I still felt lethargic after three days in the hospital. I don't know about the next guy, but I was in no shape to adjust to walking on two hooves. Slushy was curled up on my side, snoring cutely. They brought her to me my second day here, and she had gotten bigger! I may not be an expert on dragon growth and development, but if spike is any indication, normal dragons don't grow this fast.

Someone knocks on the door, snapping me out of my reverie and startling Slushy awake with a *Squeak*.

"Frosty? It's Lyra, can I come in?" Lyra calls from the other side of the door.

"Su-*cough* *cough* Sure!" I say. I don't know if it has to do with the transformation or not, but my lungs have been acting up, almost as if I had been smoking for days straight.

The familiar mint green unicorn gingerly opens the door, with her magic, giving me a smile. Her eyes showed concern, despite this. Something was up.

"Hey, Frosty. How are you feeling?" she asks, gently closing the door behind her. Slushy squeaks happily beside me. I guess she's glad to see Lyra.

"I feel like someone took my feet, widened my eye sockets, and made me grow extra horns." I reply with a deadpan expression. Seriously, how does she think I feel?

She gives a snort. "Glad to see you're doing better. Anyway, there's something you should know. The mayor wanted to save this until you were feeling better, but I felt guilty about hiding it."

I raise my eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?"

"First, the repairs to your house are complete, and even better than before!" she explains. Well, I guess that's a plus. She still looks nervous about something.

"Second?"

"Well... the Royal Guard have found evidence that could catch Flossy's-"

I was out of bed before she could even finish her sentence, wobbling unsteadily on my hooves and ripping out the needles in my arm, causing the machines next to the bed to beep loudly. Lyra jumps, then tries go sit me back down on the bed.

"Frosty, you're in no shape to-!"

"WHO WAS IT?!?!" In a flash, all my anger came to the surface, but I don't care. When I find the son of a bitch who killed Flossy...

"We don't know! The feather wasn't-!" she clamps her hooves over her mouth, but it was too late. Feather...

A pegasus!

I quickly move Lyra aside and charge out of the room. Slushy follows behind me, easily keeping pace as I dodge surprised nurses, trolleys, and visiting ponies. I hear a mare's voice (not Lyra) call,

"Guards!" Ah shit! Lyra was right, I'm not doing so hot right now.

Flossy looked so peaceful...

This thought floods me with energy, I double my pace, my hooves cracking the tile flooring and my breath coming out in almost feral grunts. The sound of pursuing hooves meets my ears, informing me that some ponies are giving chase.

I'm not giving up on you, homie!

I push my weary limbs even harder, the front doors coming within sight. I'm about twenty feet away from them when a green aura slowly envelops me. No No NO NO!!

"GET OFF OF ME!!!"

The sound of glass breaking cuts through the air, and a mare's yelp of pain follows shortly after. With one final rush, I burst through the glass doors (which weren't broken) and Slushy hops on my back as I spread my bat-like wings. With a painful flap, I was in the air and flying towards the town hall. Ponies were gathered there, around an empty podium in front of the building.

It could have been one of them...

I flap my wings faster, ignoring the burning pain in my everything as I gain speed. Thankfully, it looks like the hospital staff-

"Frosty!" a familiar, tomboyish voice calls to me. I don't turn around, I don't slow. Soon, I am aligned with the podium and fold my wings tightly against me. Slushy gives a yelp and holds on tighter.

The ponies below notice me, looking up at me in a mix of panic, confusion, or shock.

The podium comes up to meet me fast, and I flip myself around, landing HARD on my new hooves, and falling to the ground as the pain in my limbs catches up to me. God, that hurts!

Pain is nothing to you! Get up!!

As this thought registers, the pain dulls. I shakily stand up, meeting the looks of horror from the crowd with my own dark expression.

"Who...*pant* did... *pant* it?! Who *pant* killed him?!?!"

The silence seems to stretch on forever. No pony answers me, no wind blows. I faintly register a pain in my gums, not nearly as bad as the pain in the rest of me, before a familiar, motherly voice speaks up.

"What are you doing out of the hospital?" I know that voice... I turn to look into the disapproving eyes of Celestia. And she does not look happy.

I probably should've thought this through better...


Author's Note

If you see any grammar errors in this chapter, please let me know in the comments below.

P.S- I could be wrong but I think that maybe.....

Frosty is mad.

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