Everywhere He Goes

by ChingKittyCat

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Human
Length: 7336

The cruelty and merciless blizzard has a master. Everywhere he goes, it follows.

He is the cold.
He is the wrath.
He is the very core of the icy storm.
He conjures the winds of winter with his very presence.
Wherever his blizzard takes him, he must go.
Wherever he goes, his blizzard must follow.

Random Idea that popped into my head one day. It seems like after Sombra was killed, blizzards no longer occur in northern Equestria.
Also, suggest places for Sombra to go. I'll write about TV places, movie places, etc.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-05 03:49:07 UTC

Place 1, Downtown City

Traveling will be regular, at this point. The storm had to move somewhere, in order to survive it's core's near destruction. Once the remaining debris was collected by the wicked winds, it cleared from the nothern parts of Equestria. Fleeing from the country, the winds of ice took upwards. Disappearing into the ozone layer. Dissipating. Equestria would be without it's snowstorm. The cruelest winter would not return, out of shame. It needed to hide. Regain a reputation far away from Equestria.

Where?

That was a good question.

The blizzard didn't seem very magical. In fact, it seemed like the least magical thing there was. It was just whipping snow around in extreme winds. This snowstorm, however, was powered off pain. Whatever it caught within itself, it would suck the life out of. Replacing their warmth with the pure cold of winter. Causing hypothermia. It would watch with unadorned glee as the victims it caught were drained of breath, and would collapse in snow.

Then, upon one day, a new victim arrived. Everything the storm threw at him, he withstood. Every single bit of frostbite was shed from his coat. He fought off winds so ancient, that they still retained a Windigo's harshness. The blizzard tossed him about for days without end. It finally resided, accepting that this adversary could not be fallen.

Instead, the flurry of frost infused itself into him. Making itself stronger, and shedding it's old core. The new core had so much more potential than the old. He had much more knowledge of Equestria, and knowledge of magic. The amount of magic contained within his tiny pony body was atomic. More than anticipated, actually. He accepted his new place rather easily, actually.

The relationship between the two forces had been rather rocky. Though the core had commanded that the blizzard be moved, it could not leave his side within a ten mile radius. While the core resided inside a large castle, the blizzard protected the boundaries of the empire he ruled. Not allowing a single creature in. Or out.

Then, one day, something happened. The empire, and the core of the storm, disappeared. Unable to be located. Nowhere upon the tundra. Instead, within a glacier prison. Deep, deep within the earth below. Retained by magic. Unable to be broken by an element of nature. So, the blizzard waited until he returned. A thousand years, the blizzard blocked off the place known as the 'Frozen North'. From anything, and everything.

Nothing was disturbed, for a thousand years. The snow blew along the tundra routinely. Furiously. That was regular for a thousand years, until the core returned to land. Within an element of nature. Smoke. The offspring of fire. The blizzard had sought out it's core as soon as he had returned. He was drastically weakened. Feeling pity upon the creature, the blizzard helped him. If it didn't, the core would flicker out, and the blizzard would be no more. A strong core made a stronger storm.

Combining itself with the element of smoke, most of the icy winds were removed. Replaced with the blackness he had been reduced to. The blizzard would fight on. It was one of the strongest things known to ponies. It did force them out of their old home, after all.

Alas, a sorrowful defeat caused the blizzard to retreat, scrounging for the remains of it's core. Then, finally, leaving Equestria entirely. The blizzard was not stupid. A new place was needed. A new place, that had never seen the likes of an ice storm. A new place, that had not known of it's core. A new place, to turn into a tundra of nothingness.

The hurricane of winter had found a place that would fit the bill. The first choice. A human city. The blizzard did not know what the city was called. As long as it's core could regain it's strength there, it would do.

Traveling within loneliness, the old windigo magic activated. Switching the reckoner of winter imbetween realties and planets. It had hit it's target perfectly. The ancient winds had placed itself into the clouds high above the skyscraper littered city. The blizzard could not risk departure into the city yet. The core had taken too much energy away from the blizzard. So, the core would have to go down to the city alone. It was risky, but when scavenging for hatred and displeasure, it was worth it.

The blizzard dropped the only piece of it's core into the city.

"Come on, Blythe! You have to! I mean, there's only a sixty five percent chance of rain today."

The brown hedgehog begged. He had pulled out a newspaper, shoving it into the thirteen year old's face to prove his point. Blythe, the after mentioned tween, shrugged. Snatching the paper, looking over the paper's forecast.

She really wasn't into newspapers. Really, she preferred to check her phone. Though, seeing as Russell had just shoved this source of information in her face, she could use it. Blythe had promised the gang that she would take them out to the park again today. The clouds didn't exactly seem to be in the mood to let them out. They seemed just about ready to burst. They were EXTREMELY black.

"Russell, this is last week's paper."

Blythe laughed, rolling up the newspaper, and giving it back to the hedgehog. Who promptly stomped off, to go get today's paper from the newspaper vender that had been recently put just outside the shop. Rather convenient.

"Awwww! C'monnnnn! I really wanna go see if they planted some jungle trees! Or bananas! OR! OR! OOOH! CHOCOLATE TREES!"

A pink monkey, formerly known as Minka, bounced up and down on the daycare floor. Minka was a rather hyperactive one, addicted to sweets. She then latched herself onto Blythe's head. Sudden, but the human was used to it at this point.

"I don't know about you, but I kind of want to stay inside today. I don't want my fur getting wet. Maybe tomorrow?"

A purple dog; who was sitting upon a small pet bed off in the corner, had spoke up. She wore a black barrette. This dog's name was Zoe. Sometimes, she could be a bit of a pain. She was very concerned about fashion, and usually refused to do some things if it was against the laws of fashion. Which wasn't that often, considering that Blythe was a growing pet fashion designer. Zoe usually agreed with all of Blythe's choices.

"Ey, I'm not missing out on the park! I know the Mosquitos are out, and that's just a buffet that I will not miss!"

Vinnie argued, walking into view. He was a small gecko. Unlike some of the animals, he was actually his respective color. Green. He was a rather.. Low IQed one. He did have some dance moves, though. He always took pride in those. Vinnie had been looking forward to the park every time Blythe talked about it.

Now that it was summer, there were a ton of mosquitos out. Enough to drain all of your blood. They were extreme bothers for others, but not to Blythe. Blythe had this strange thing with animals. She could speak to every living creature. Insect, Animal, or Aquatic Animal. Anything. Except for plants.

With her special ability, she could just ask the mosquitos to leave her alone. Go suck on Whitney and Britney. The neighboring wenches who were constantly making Blythe's life an obstacle course. Their blood was sweeter anyways. That was the only thing sweet about them.

"Just because you want to go, does not mean all of us want to go. I'm not going to get all wet."

Zoe refused sourly, turning her head away from the reptile. Just to set in how much she disapproved of his opinion.

A grey skunk crept up on the dog, a flower in hand. Once close enough, she sprung up, taking to her bipedal legs. Being just tall enough to activate the flower. Causing a spray of water to sprout from the plastic plant, dousing the dog in water.

"PEPPER! UGGGH!"

Zoe whined, fury burning in her eyes as she barked at the skunk known as Pepper. Pepper retreated as quickly as possible, with Zoe hot on her heels.

"Get back here!"

Zoe screeched. Blythe decided to leave those two to chase each other around.

"We could just leave Zoe here. I mean, if she doesn't want to go, she doesn't have to."

A small, chubby panda suggested quietly. Her name was Penny. Penny Ling. Everyone called her Penny Ling. She was basically named the cutest of the bunch, despite Zoe's arguments. She was also the shyest one. She could break into tears easily. Whenever she does, you better hope you aren't the reason she's crying.

"Yeah! Yeah! LET'S GO CHECK IF THEY PLANTED CHOCOLATE TREES! I WANNA EAT EM!"

Minka stated loudly. She was determined monkey. A spastic, some could call her. Blythe just thought of Minka as a positive monkey who wanted to let everyone know she was happy.

"That would not be the best for your health. Chocolate is deadly to some animals."

A blue mongoose objected to Minka's statement. This blue mongoose was Sunil. He enjoyed magic, and magic tricks. He was full of cowardice. He had this sort of Indian accent, despite being a Banded Mongoose, an African Subspecies.

"Sunil, we eat cupcakes AND cakes all the time! I'm sure a little bit of chocolate won't hurt. Plus, I haven't had any! I heard it tastes good! Yumblr told me so!"

Minka nodded, jumping off of Blythe's head, and onto the tan floor. Landing right by Penny Ling, who was just a little ways away from Blythe. Sunil reproached Minka.

"I don't know. It could be poisonous."

Sunil doubted. Blythe knew about Yumblr. A million other people did as well. How Minka got access to the food social networking site was beyond her.

"Oh Sunil! Don't worry your little head. Since when has the Internet EVER been wrong?"

Minka wondered. Blythe thought she had a certain deadly disease because of the Internet. Turns out it was just acne. She couldn't remember what the sickness was called. Oh well.

"It hasn't been right."

Sunil argued, leaving Minka to think about a retaliation. Russell burst back into the daycare, with a new newspaper in hand. He had shed the old one on his way through the glass doggy door.

He stomped his little spiny butt back up to Blythe. Opening up the newspaper to the forecast.

Blythe put her hand on her chin. Today was Monday, and..

"Twelve percent chance of rain? That can't be right."

Blythe said out loud, as Russell folded up the newspaper. He smiled this gigantic, begging smile. Along with these puppy dog eyes. It was obvious he wanted to go to the park. Russell had been sick for the past few days, so he hadn't been allowed to go outside.

"PLEEEEASE?"

Almost the entire room asked. Excluding Pepper and Zoe, who continued to chase eachother. Pepper kept her lead, as Zoe seemed to start to lag behind.

"Okay, but I'm bringing an umbrella."

Blythe noted, standing up from her cross-legged sitting position. A multitude of joyful noises could be heard as Blythe exited the room. Closing the glass door behind her.

Entering the main part of the pet shop, Blythe passed the counter. Just walking down the main carpet that lead to the front of the business. As she walked to the door, she plucked an umbrella from the nearby bucket that sat by the door.

"Are you going out, Blythe?"

The voice of the store's manager and owner, Ms. Twombly, spoke. She was minding the cash register, and today was obviously an extremely busy day. Not a single customer. All day. The old woman really didn't have much to do, honestly.

"Yeah, the pets really want to go to the park."

Blythe replied, swirling the black umbrella around in her hand, as the animals flooded out of the day camp. They stampeded over to Blythe. Zoe was absent, obviously. Everyone else was coming.

"Seeya later, Ms. T!"

Blythe waved, before opening the pet store door. Allowing the pets out first.

"Bye Blythe! Oh! Can you pick up-"

Ms. T was cut off by the door shutting, and Blythe heading off. Animals close to her as they walked down the street. It would be about a five or so minute walk.

"No rain so far."

Russell smirked at the fact that he was right. For now. They had just approached the entrance to the park. Blythe smiled at the fact that it wasn't raining. She preferred not being right, because she would have a batch of whining wet pets on her hands.

"You know what that means.."

Vinnie hinted, getting into the park first. Followed by the rest of the pets.

"MOSQUITOS!"

He yelled, dashing off down the park's cobblestone path. Hundreds of mosquitos fluttered about. Well, what seemed like hundreds.

Whatever kept him busy. Whatever kept them happy, kept Blythe happy. Penny Ling had stuck by Blythe today. So, Blythe just took a stroll down the path.

Coming to a stop at the cross section, Blythe took a seat on the nearby park bench. Penny Ling jumped up onto the bench with Blythe, pressing up strangely close to her.

"Penny Ling, is there something wrong?"

Blythe asked the small panda, who nodded in response. She seemed a bit distressed. Blythe didn't see anything around that could cause Penny Ling to curl up close. Nothing was different in the park today.

"There's something wrong. I feel like I'm being watched by-"

"A MONSTER!"

Penny Ling was interrupted by Pepper, who had jumped up onto the bench. Pepper had yelled at the top of her lungs. Blythe put her hands at her hips, looking at Pepper, distasteful. She narrowed her eyes at the laughing skunk. Who slowly shrunk her cackle as the stare continued.

"Uh.. Sorry, Penny Ling."

Pepper apologized. Penny Ling, surprisingly, was not bawling her eyes out. Rather, she was just sitting there. Staring out in the distance. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

"You're looking a bit pale. Or is that just your fur? I'm sorry, alright?"

Pepper continued to apologize. Blythe had stopped staring at Pepper by this point. Penny Ling promptly fell on her back, staring straight up at the black clouds above.

"I didn't know I was that good at scaring people.. Penny Ling? You all right?"

Pepper was genuinely concerned. Which was rare, considering how sarcastic she was. She waved her paw infront of Penny Ling's face.

Blythe snatched Penny Ling, putting the panda on her lap. Blythe promptly tickled Penny Ling's belly. She seemed to snap out of her hypnotized state almost instantly. Penny Ling giggled immediately, fidgeting in Blythe's grasp.

"Phew."

Pepper sighed, as Blythe put Penny Ling back into her spot.

"So, what did you see?"

Pepper asked, curious. It seemed like Penny Ling had seen something while she was in that strange state.

"Huh?"

Penny Ling retaliated.

"When you were all hypnotized! What did you see?"

Pepper insisted on knowing what Penny Ling had seen. She had eyes. She saw something.

"Well, it was all dark.. When these big, green eyes appeared.. Then there was this red, curved thing. After that, I don't remember."

Penny Ling explained. She tapped on her own chin, attempting to remember. Pepper was slightly disappointed by this rough explanation about what her friend saw.

"Awww.. Lame.."

Pepper sighed. It was just some boring, not important dream. That sucked.

"I want to go find it!"

Penny Ling declared, catching Pepper by surprise. Penny Ling almost NEVER wanted to go adventuring, much less to find treasure! Pepper was up for it.

Without further a due, the two animals jumped off the bench. Penny Ling dashed down the path, ready to look for whatever was in her dream. Maybe it was the green eyes? No, Penny Ling wouldn't look for green eyes. She would look for a red curved thing though. How they would find it was beyond them.

They just would run about the park until they found something worth calling treasure.

"No, no, I only came in for a quick visit."

Sunil insisted, ripping himself away from the pampering that the local raccoons had decided to give him. They kind of saw him as a hero after he had 'slain' a 'wild' cobra. Sunil hated cobras. A lot.

"Maaaaaan, they think they still owe you. Man."

A lazy-eyed pigeon (who's name was basically the most forgettable thing ever) had informed. Fluttering onto a nearby log. This pigeon acted as a translator for the raccoons, who spoke a strange and foreign language.

"No, really. It's fine."

Sunil insisted, pushing away one of the female raccoons who was massaging his feet. The raccoon hissed in anger, returning to Sunil's paw. Continuing to massage it.

"I guess I could accept some gifts.."

Sunil said nervously. These raccoons were similar to native Americans. They had small spears on standby. They all wore differently colored feathers on their heads. The female raccoon massaging his foot had a crow's feather behind her ear. She was a bit scary.

The chieftain of the tribe, a male raccoon with a large feather headdress, approached Sunil. He made a bunch of clicking sounds, along with some words that sounded like gibberish.

"He says he is still thanking you for defeating that cobra, maaan."

The pigeon translated. Sunil looked slightly regretful. He would be spoiled at this rate.

The chieftain pulled out a red 'feather' from his headdress. He handed it over to the sitting mongoose, who looked over the 'feather'.

"What exactly is this? It looks like a red stick."

Sunil questioned. The feather wasn't really a feather. More of a large and thick stick. That was also very cold. Very, very cold, actually. He could bare to hold it. He dropped it next to himself. The chieftain scowled at this disrespectful action. Sunil almost instantly picked the cold, curved stick back up.

"They said they found it today, maaan. It wasn't exactly normal, so they wanted to give it to you. Maaan."

The pigeon continued, pointing at the curved stick. Okay, it certainly was not a stick. What was it? A spike? Maybe. Or it could be a horn. A horn to what? A goat? Goats didn't have these types of horns, did they?

"I kind of just wanted to pop in and say hello, then leave.."

Sunil grumbled, holding the curved red spike close to himself. In hopes of warning the rustic looking spike back up.

"Well, thank you. I should be going now."

Sunil jumped off the log he had been sitting on. Holding the decently large spike in his paws. It was actually basically the size of Sunil. How the chief got the spike into that headdress without crushing himself was a mystery.

The raccoons waved away their hero and savior. As soon as the blue mongoose had exited the raccoon's camp, the translating pigeon looked back at the chief.

"You think he's going to be alright with that thing, chief man? I got some bad vibes from that thing, man."

He asked, showing off his concern by moving his wings about. The chief stared at the bushes that Sunil had exited through. He gave a silent shake of his head.

"Whatever is haunting that thing, may it have mercy on him. Man."

Vinnie stalked his prey. Creeping slowly across the pavement. The bird bath was just ahead. He smirked, as he leaped onto the concrete bird bath. Scaring off all the birds. Mosquitos, who had previously been feasting upon the feathered fiends, flew about. Vinnie went into action mode.

His tongue whipped around the air, missing every single mosquito that was out and about. The reptile's tongue rickashayed back to it's master. Slapping him across the face. They were tricky things, those mosquitos. Either that, or Vinnie just sucked at directing his big, dumb tongue to catch bugs.

Which probably was not good, considering he lived off bugs. Also pet food in the winter time. Either way. Bugs. If he couldn't catch them, he would starve. Vinnie pouted, as he noticed a pink figure, off in the distance, swatting at the air. With a perked eyebrow, he made his way over to the figure.

It was Minka. She was apparently swatting Mosquitos out of the air with her bare hands. Vinnie gasped, looking at the twitching mosquitos on the ash fault. How? She was a monkey! She didn't even eat bugs! Was this.. A challenge?

"Minka. You, me, mosquito eating contest."

Vinnie needed to prove his mettle. His strength. His courage. His ability to eat food faster than his opposition.

"Sure! Readysetgo!"

Minka already started to snatch the vampire-like insects out of the air. The buzzing pests were disappearing one by one. Vinnie snatched the bugs off of the ground. Gobbling them as quickly as he could. It was a cheap move, but he knew it was necessary to win. Minka was quick to point it out.

"You're fheating!"

Minka complained, still chewing her food. It didn't taste the best, but she was in a contest. Vinnie seemed to swallow the mass amount of bugs in his mouth with ease. A pleased smile upon his face, as he belched. Minka stamped on the ground as she downed the bugs.

"You cheated!"

Minka growled, as Vinnie shrugged, still happy. His stomach was happy, so he was as well. She stared at him with this hatred, as she pressed her nose up against his.

"Rematch. Let's go."

Minka demanded. Her tone serious, her gaze hardened. This was unlike her. Vinnie was up for another round, sure.

Well, he would have been, if Pepper and Penny Ling had burst through the two's contest stare. The opponents were thrown to either side of the path, as Penny Ling and Pepper just continued to run along.

"Hey! Watch it!"

Vinnie shook his fist like an angry old man. Penny Ling looked back, sticking her tongue out.

"We're finding treasure! You guys want to come?"

Pepper called. Treasure, she said? Vinnie was up for treasure. Maybe this could be made into a contest..

"What do ya say, Mink? First one to find treasure, wins the contest."

Vinnie offered the monkey. The foes returned to their battle stations. Giving a quick fist bump of agreement, before dashing off after the skunk and panda.

They were quick to catch up to the treasure seeking duo. With the thoughts of winning a competition. They could care less about the actual treasure at the moment.

Hours had passed.

"Find anything?"

"No."

Pepper puffed, as she kicked the grass with her front paw. They had literally been searching for HOURS. Like, two! They had turned up with nothing, even after Blythe had helped them look!

After all this time, it was time to get back to the pet shop. Their owners would be back to pick them up in an hour or so.

"C'mon everyone! It's time to go!"

Blythe called, as every single animal from the daycare (excluding Zoe) rallied to Blythe's call. Disappointed sighed could be heard as they exited the park.

"Even after an hour of hugging this thing, it still isn't warm!"

Sunil complained. He was latched onto his spike. It seemed like a bit of an annoyance to carry. Also, was it him, or had it grown in size? Significantly? Now it was taller and longer than him!

"Whatcha got there, Sunil?"

Blythe asked, looking over at the blue mongoose who was walking by her.

"The locals gave me this spike thing for saving their village from that cobra a while ago."

Sunil answered, shoving the spike upwards towards the human. Who gladly took it off of Sunil's paws. It was as cold as ice. It felt almost like ice as well.

"It's really cold."

Blythe stated the obvious as they continued to walk. Blythe handed off her umbrella to hang onto her arm, while she examined the spike.

"This looks like a horn. I've never seen anything like it."

Blythe continued. The horn felt almost alive. A presence was about it. A very, very small presence. It could just be her imagination, though.

"You can keep it. I don't feel very good."

Sunil held his head, like he had a headache. After he had received that horn, his mind began to ache. He had no idea why. It had started off as just a pest, now, it was a problem.

"Do you have a fever?"

Blythe asked, as Sunil felt his forehead.

"No."

He answered. Putting his paw back down by his side. The pain had subsided for the time being.

"Well, let's just get back to the pet shop."

"See you later, Blythe!"

Zoe barked, as she left the daycare. Blythe waved to the owner of Zoe, as he exited the room. Along with his dog, Zoe. Now Blythe was just standing here, in the middle of the room. With nothing to do.

Blythe pulled up a pet bed, and sat in it. Pulling out her phone from her pocket, she clicked it on. No new messages. No new notifications. A telemarketer called, but that was it. Blythe ran her hand through her hair. She was running out of things to do. She was only just starting Summer too.

She tapped on her phone's screen. She didn't have any games downloaded. Maybe it would be a good idea to do that, at this point. Blythe swiped her screen, heading over to the app-

"COLD! COLD! GAH!"

Blythe stumbled to her feet, something in her back pocket was freezing her butt off! She browsed her back pocket, pulling out the rustic red horn. She put it on the floor, before collapsing back onto the pet bed.

"What even are you apart of?"

Blythe pulled the horn towards her seat with her sneaker-covered foot.

Blythe stared at the horn. Actually kind of expecting an answer. She stared at it for a good second or so.

"I'm talking to an inanimate object."

Blythe slapped her forehead, face palming as she went back to check her phone. What were some trending games on the AppStore?

Eh.. Nothing interesting. They were all kind of boring looking. Blythe preferred PC games over mobile games. Mobile games were usually half-baked. Most of them, anyways.

"What should I get.."

Blythe murmured. Not a single thing stuck out to her. Perhaps she could consult the Internet for some mobile games. Maybe go on Yahoo Answers and ask what games were the most fun. That was a plan.

She tabbed out of the AppStore. Swiping back over to the home page. Where exactly was the browser again? Oh yeah. On her hotbar.

A silent chill blew through the room. Slowly creeping up Blythe's spine. She lowered her phone, feeling the back of her shirt to see if it was up, and the AC was just on. No. Her shirt was down. Blythe looked around, putting her phone in her lap.

She looked out the window. Normally, this window was obsolete. It looked out upon an alleyway, and it was just plain ugly view. Except, for once, it was actually useful. Blythe made her way over to the window, after she had noticed something white flutter down in front of the glass pane.

She gripped her phone in her hand as she looked out the window. More white specks moved downwards.

"Is that.. Snow?"

Blythe asked to no one in particular. Her eyes widened. Downtown City did get snow. In the winter. It was SUMMER. THE OPPOSITE OF WINTER.

Blythe dashed out of the daycare, through the buisness, and out the door. Not even bothering to talk to Twombly as she bolted outside. People were staring upwards, at the pure black clouds. Snow fluttered down from above gently. The wind kicked in periodically, as snow fell onto Blythe's bare skin.

Blythe made her way back inside the store. Closing the door, and looking out the door's window. She wasn't a big fan of snow. Or cold. Or winter in general.

"How is this even possible?!"

Blythe shouted, turning on her phone. Hastily typing in her password, and activating her news app. Reporters were already all over this phenomenon. Calling it the end of the world, as the seasons are going out of whack.

Everyone on the Internet was already spasming in panic, even though they probably lived halfway across the world.

"They're calling- storm of the century, Blythe! -cant get back home -now, -is delayed because of it!"

The crack and fizzle of the phone drowned out her father's voice. The snow had been pounding on the town for a good week. He was off in Germany at the moment. He was unable to get back to Downtown City due to some snow problems. In Downtown City.

A snowstorm had started to thrash the city earlier this week. Blythe had been redacted from school due to the strange snow. The pets had to stay at their owner's homes, because of the storm. No one was outside, it was too dangerous to go out.

"Alright, get home soon, Dad. Please."

Blythe was worried. She was stuck in an old brick apartment building that had never been subjected to this level of snow. She only hoped that it would hold up.. If it didn't, well.. Blythe had been paranoid of that.

"See- stay safe!"

The phone cut it's own connection. Blythe sat at the window of the pet store, looking out upon the street. The trees were frosted. They looked like icicles. The wind whipped the snow about restlessly.

Blythe was worried, sitting here. The glass could crack at any moment. Every single creak had freaked Blythe out. The sound of wind outside had driven her insane with terror. Blythe curled herself into a ball, holding her phone close to her heart.

Blythe ran through her worries. All at once. The worry of never seeing her dad again. The worry of dying. The worry of being swept away by the storm. The worry of her friends grieving over her death. Blythe could feel tears start to pool in her eyes. She rested her forehead on her knees.

A sudden coldness activated in her back pocket. It made her jump slightly (making her drop her phone in the process), as she pulled out the horn she had received from Sunil last Monday. This was the last thing she had of him. The last gift from Sunil. From her gang of friends. She had her head ascend from her knees.

The horn had grown in length through the week. It was as long as half of Blythe's arm. It had reached this length on Wednesday. It had stopped growing after that. It stuck out of her back pocket rather strangely. She didn't know what other pocket to put it in, though.

"I'm going to miss you guys."

Blythe sobbed, tapping the front of the horn against her face. It's coldness was not appreciated, but she had to get her feelings out on something.

She let a couple tears roll down her face. The warm, salty water, collided with the seemingly innocent object. Rolling down the rest of the horn's entirety instead of Blythe's cheeks.

The curved horn shook in Blythe's hands, causing the human girl to let her head rise back up. The object slipped from her hands like a bar of soap. Getting thrown into the air, and onto the ground off to the left. The horn violently spinned on the floor, causing friction on the carpet it had landed on. Smoke, as black as the clouds in the sky, appeared from the edges of the circle.

Blythe stared at the situation, wide eyed. The smoke seemed to be sucked into the horn, as it stopped spinning. It laid idly on the ground now. Trying to be innocent once more. Cautious, Blythe tip toed over to the horn. Even though her mind told her to get the balls out of there.

Blythe kneeled down to the now sparking horn. Her right index finger extended, going to poke the problematic and alien object. She pulled her curious limb back, holding her own hand.

Blythe looked around. Ms. T was upstairs, doing something or other. No one else was here. Nothing seemed to be wrong. Hesitantly, her hand pulled out, as she grabbed the horn. Then instantly dropped it, because it reacted to her touch. It bubbled and fizzed. Green and purple bubbles forming around the horn, as a thick black aura took hold of the horn as a whole.

Blythe stumbled back, as a bright flash of light beamed directly into her eyes. She fell directly onto her butt, with her eyes screwed shut. She nearly fell into one of the islands that held pet merchandise. Blythe put her arm up to her eyes in order to stop the light from overloading her sight.

A loud, whaling sound of a magic explosion (which Blythe knew it was magic due to Sunil's magic tricks in the past) filled the room. Drilling into her ears.

It took a good thirty seconds for the room to quiet. Once it was silenced, Blythe cracked open her eye, to take a glance around. Everything. Everything was covered in soot and ash. Even herself. Her body was rather spotty in the soot. There was a ashless line across her eyes, where her arm was blocking. Along with the back of her arm, where it was free from the gray dust.

Blythe shook herself, throwing all of the ash off of her body and hair. Tossing it onto the floor, as she was just about to stand up, she noticed a large animal standing just in front of her. She gasped as she was faced with a muscular and powerful looking animal. Muscles bulging from it's legs, tall, able to hold up the equally intimidating figure. A large, but healthy, body was upon the legs. The neck held up a proud looking face of a stallion. With a long, sword-like horn upon it's head.

It was the biggest, most muscular and magnificent horse Blythe had ever seen. A waving black mane and tail, combined with a gray and flawless coat.. It was just, amazing! Along with that horn upon it's head-.. Wait! This was a unicorn! A UNICORN!

The unicorn's neck craned down to the child. It's eyes were certainly not very merciful looking. They were these red things, as red as blood. A lizard-like pupil slit across the red iris. The pupil was just crimson.

Those things stared directly at Blythe. She couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of fear. This stallion was the strongest one she had seen. That could be a bad thing. A horse's hooves could smash human limbs with ease. Right now, she was right in front of this horse's fore hooves.

Also, this horse had put it's head down to her level. Blythe was eye to eye with this unicorn she had summoned.

"Um.. Hello?"

Blythe tried to start a conversation with the mythical beast. She knew it could hear her. She could talk with animals. How? She had no idea how.

The unicorn snorted in her face. It's breath showing, despite the fact that this room was a decently warm temperature. The breath itself was cold, but it faded quickly.

The unicorn rose it's head back up, and turned away from Blythe, nearly smacking her in the face with his pitch black tail. He was headed for the door. His hooves clip clopped along the carpet.

Blythe jumped to her feet, clinging to the side of the unicorn. She pushed back, away from the door. The stallion stopped his trot, just out of spite. Blythe knew that the unicorn could easily overpower her.

"You don't want to go outside. Trust me."

Blythe informed, attempting to push the stallion away from the door. Apparently, he decided to go with it. Humoring her, obviously. He followed her lead, starting by turning back around.

Blythe sighed, as she lead the mythical creature to the back of the store. She was greeted by an obstacle. Blythe planned to put this legendary horned horse into the daycare. The door. The glass door. It was probably too small for it to fit through.

It was worth a try.

Blythe opened the door, and signaled the unicorn to enter the room. Suddenly, the unicorn disappeared, making Blythe fall to the floor. She was kind of laying on the horse's side. A large puff of song replaced the horse, as it flew through the open door.

The unicorn was reformed from the smoke, almost liquefying from the black air.

"Woah.."

Blythe muttered, as she entered the room, swiftly closing the door behind her. The stallion examined the room in silence. Glancing over the cat tree, gazing over the glass tubes that hung from the ceiling. After fully looking at the room, he stared at the human.

An uncomfortable silence was reached, until Blythe's features lit up. She had just come to the conclusion that she was with a UNICORN. Blythe dashed over to the tall animal, right in front of his face.

She stared at the horn on his head. It was a menacing looking thing. It was a curved sword. It seemed that way, anyways. Blythe reached her hand out, redirecting it slowly over to his muzzle. He had the full amount of time to retract his head.

Which, he did not do. Instead, he snapped at her hand with these razors of teeth. Blythe gasped, holding her hand back. He had these large, wolf-like teeth. Scary looking things, considering how big they were.

"That was rude."

Blythe stated, attempting to harden her gaze and find her courage. This thing, was it a demon unicorn? It's pallet choice, it's eyes, it's teeth.. Yeah. This was a demon unicorn. A unicorn nonetheless.

His teeth hid, as he went back to this somber and stale looking face. He wasn't exactly much of a talker, now was he?

"Alright, if you're a unicorn.. Can you use magic to stop the snow storm?"

Blythe asked, receiving a solemn nod from the creature. This was fantastic!

"Cool! Can you go and stop the storm?"

Blythe questioned, her smile disappearing with the quick shake of his head. No. He just told her that he could get rid of the storm! He could, but he doesn't want to?! What the heck!

"Why not?"

She asked. Mister silent decided he would speak.

"It is my blizzard."

His voice was very deep, as a ghastly echo followed after it. He sounded like he had a small lisp, like a snake. What wasn't this thing?

"But, it's going to destroy the city!"

Blythe objected. He didn't change his expression.

"That's the plan."

He trotted towards the door, transforming into that smoke form he had taken on before. He slid underneath the crack in the door, as Blythe quickly followed him.

Throwing open the door, she ran after the smoke. He had reappeared in the main part of the business. Just about to walk out the door once more.

"But aren't unicorns powered off love and happiness? Or something like that?"

Blythe objected, as he was now just in front of the door. Maybe one last answer wouldn't hurt. Hurt her, at least. This answer was horrid to himself.

"You'd be surprised what others will do. Love is for the lucky. Malice, Fear, Pain, and Cruelty is what I'm powered off of."

He answered, making Blythe stomp up to the stallion as quickly as she could.

"Well, I feel bad for you."

Blythe took a stance, a brave, peterpan stance. Hands on hips. Maybe she could convince him to turn off his blizzard before he destroyed the city.

"..Excuse me?"

His tone had changed from calm and collected, to have a slight hint of anger.

"I feel bad for you. You can't feel all the good stuff, like.. Happiness, Joy, Rainbows, Love, etc. Without being drained of magic."

Blythe had a 'made in a second' headcannon that if a unicorn felt an emotion that they weren't supposed to, negative or positive, they would be drained of magic. Hopefully it worked.

"You shouldn't feel pity for me. It was how I was raised. I don't need some idiotic pity for how I was raised."

He hissed, getting obviously heated from this conversation. Blythe thought of a come back.

"Who would raise a unicorn to be powered off all that bad stuff?"

Blythe decided to change the conversation. He snorted. His horn flickering to a light, as a neon green replaced the whiteness in his eyes. Purple smog drifted from the edges of his oculars as his magic took hold of the door in front of him.

He crushed it into a tiny ball, as the white winds of winter poured into the room. He was unaffected by the cold and vicious winds. He simply walked out into them. Blythe ran back to the back of the store, in order to avoid the whipping winds for as long as possible.

"Fools."

He quickly said, as he fully exited the business. Walking out onto the snowy sidewalk. Into the familiar tornado-like winds of snow.

He trotted into the street, the empty, desolate street. Looking out upon the blizzard he owned and controlled. He truly felt pleased in this sort of environment. The cruel, destructive flurry of snow.. It was truly a delightful sight to see.

"Get back in here! You're going to die!"

He could hear the human yell. Why she cared so much, was beyond her. She barely even knew him. Humans were a strange species. He had the blizzard to thank for the knowledge of humans. He didn't exactly know how his element of nature had found out about them, but it was useful information.

Multiple voices echoed on the wind neighed. They were the voices of the windigos. The leftover ones, who have grown much too old at this point. Though, they were happy to see him back into his regular and healthy form once more.

The snow swirled down, forming the familiar faces of the windigos. Who swirled around their core. Their King.

"This new place is full of hate and despise for others. Though, it is not completely free of sympathy. Let's go."

He instructed, before disappearing within a puff of smoke. The windigos helping him upwards into the clouds above.

"The storm of the century has just suddenly disappeared! The clouds cannot be seen in the sky, or from space!"

The news reporter held her microphone a bit too closely to her face.

"The recorded amount of property damage has added up to over a hundred thousand dollars, with multiple older buildings toppled. No one has been reported dead. Twenty injured. More will be on our website.."

The news reporter rattled off a bunch of different, not needed things. After a minute or so of talking, the reporter and her camera crew dove into a white van before driving off.

This sudden snowstorm in the middle of summer had shocked the entire earth. People were really freaking out about it. World Leaders had assembled because of it. Controversies had spread, and there was in a documentary in the making at the current moment.

The only person who was not talking their face off, was Blythe Backster. She had been put in a psychiatric ward. Ever since the storm had stopped, she couldn't stop screaming and crying. Her voice was nearly gone from her screaming. She refused to eat or drink anything. Or excrete, or go outside. Some could say she was possessed. They had an obvious reason to why they would think that. Her eyes had this neon green that replaced the regular white.