Frozen Heart - The makings of a guardian

Frozen Heart

A gentle snow is falling outside of the warm house, a couple is snuggled by the fire keeping each other warm and happy. Little did they know would their lives be changed forever.

“Mom” the small filly called out to the light blue mare who was cleaning the dishes, “Yes IceQuill,”, she called out to her young child, “what do you need?” “Can I go play in the snow?” IceQuill asked, “Of course dear”.

Few knew of our existence in this world.

IceQuill slowly glided down to the world below the city made of clouds. He relished the feel of the wind going over his body and his wings, it was like nothing he has ever felt before, every pegasi knew this feeling.

When IceQuill reached the bottom his hooves sunk into the cold snow, he loved the feeling of the cold snow, he loved cold, cold was good. He had said this many times, for it is in his very being that he loves cold, his mother had said to him his eyes are like that of ice, crystalline, bright, and cold.

We have been waiting, our master, the Lord of Chaos, has kept us safe and now we must protect the one born on his day to return.

IceQuill could always remember playing in the snow, it made him feel happy, but when ever he played with snow in the house his parents always got angry. But for now he was contempt with where he was, but something was making his ear twitch, some kind of noise coming from the town. Being the curious colt he is, he decided to go see what was happening, This was where he learned of his destiny.

The dark green stallion walked through town looking left and right as he was searching for what his master had spoken of earlier. He had no idea what it was he was suppose to find but he would know what it was when he saw it, he searched the town for hours looking, searching for this important object of which he was tasked to find. “It can’t be this hard to find some bloody artifact” he muttered to himself, as he turned around a corner and a little colt ran into him, he had a light grey cot and a red mane the was outlined with a blue hue, “Sorry mister,” the colt said apologetically, “he walked around the dark green stallion and carried on. He knew not what the artifact was, but he knew who it was.