Raindrop's Hearth's Warming Eve Miracle

The two rivals back away from each other to gain some running distance. Every step the Pyrefrost Beowolf took, the ground rumbled and the snow flung into the waist high fog. Celestia slows hovers back, not letting her eyes off of his. They stopped at about a kilometer’s distance apart, readying their attack positions. Tension grows high as the winds howl even louder, but at the same time stopped in silence between the enemies. The wolf skeleton attacks first by firing a volley of three large fireballs from his throat. The princess uses her telekinesis to smash the balls into the snowy ground, disintegrating upon impact. The beast seized the moment and charging, slicing his claws against each other in rapid succession before leaping at Celestia. Celestia dives back as the massive monster lands and nearly chomps her in half. The monster flung his fists, swishing the flaming cold blades in front of her. She backed as he drew closer, the slinging of claws coming from all sides, obscuring her peripheral view. She then notices a small opening to his ribs and Celestia takes it, bobbing and weaving between the slashes before smacking her body into the beast’s lower ribs.

The Beowolf howls in pain and retaliates by blasting an ice breathe attack down his front. The princess dodges this by squeezing through his back ribs and shooting the center of the spine with a powerful blast of golden magic. The beast swirls around and lands a hit, only to find a shield casted around her. He quickly roars another blast of ice, coating the sphere solid white and steam emanating from it. A blink of light sparks and Celestia appears from it, having teleported in the last second. She bucks the floating sphere at the undead creature, striking it square in the head. The monster is unfazed by it, as he backhands the orb into the pith black behind. Be tucks his body into a ring and rolls beneath the princess, grabbing his two scythes before resuming his combat stance behind Celestia. The alicorn whips around and is met with a long staff nearly piercing her head. She then dives down into the forest below, thinking she can get away from the onslaught. He moment is cut off just a second later by a large thin slab of ice swooshing above her head, slicing the tops of the surrounding trees. White hot flames begin to spark on the now flat tops of the bare trees, replacing the green leaves with a layer of smoke even darker than the stormy sky. Another red fireball plummets through the low smog and lands right in front of Celestia, blasting her into the sky. The foul beast swirls his pair of staff between his claws, creating two near solid shields of fire. He flings one towards the princesses, hovering along the horizon as it grabs the princess between its blade and the handle. It descends into the snow and digs deep into the ground, pinning Celestia’s neck to the white powder.

The power and speed of the Pyrefrost Beowolf was greater than Princess Celestia, she had to think of a way to beat him. Yet before she could think, another ice blade can hurling at her, with the bony body of the colossal beast attached to it. She teleports just before the second scythes stickers her exposed stomach.  She reappears in his rib cage, burning her back against the bottom wooden ribs. She shrills and hovers towards the middle of the chest, avoiding contact with the blue fire. The dragon-sized breast hears her scream and rattles his body. The princess takes the opportunity and focuses her mind on her magic while avoiding the slices of fire rocking all around. A faint white aura surround’s the beast’s chest before its ribs begin to gravitate away from her. The long stretches of black wood begin to snap and crackle from the pressure. The monster emits an ear-bleeding scream in pain as he claws at his chest, not making the situation better. The white in his nonexistent eyes begin to fade to nothingness as the vessel of the Pyrefrost Beowolf begins to tear apart.

However, just before it looks as if Celestia’s about to win, the monster had another trick up his bones. He slams his head and arms into the ground and begins to dig. In the matter of a second, the enormous mass sinks into the ground with Celestia with it. Boulders of bedrock smash around the wolf’s face if they merely flies as the skinny creature practically swims underground. Celestia however is plowed with several tons of dirt into her front with the boulders smashing her body to a pulp.

Back on the snowy surface, the younger sister hides herself into the snow, forgetting about the pain that once thrived in her. The explosions, the swooshing, the slicing, the grunts, the howls, the burning of the cold flames, it was all too much for her. The earth was rattling constantly, it was as if thousands of ponies were repeatedly stomping their hooves at the same time with all of their might. She had no idea what was going on. Is her friend still there?  Is his friend there? Is that booming creature also still around? Where was she? Where’s her home? Who could she trust? All these questions overran her mind, she truly felt that any second now, she would die. Tears began to form around her eyes, shortly followed by a faint whimper. Time was at a complete standstill, as she was all alone now, with only the voices in her head, the howling winds, and the rumbling of the earth to accompany her. The small filly wondered what she did to deserve this. Several minutes of chaotic silence surround her as she quietly cried, and just wanted to go home.

Suddenly, a loud explosion shatters the air a far distance behind the No-Pony. The Pyrefrost Beowolf still had Celestia in his rib cage, but the magical glow had disappeared from the beast’s pony chest. The collection of fiery bones soared through the air before falling into the smoke caused by the raging fire and onto the snow. Another loud boom pulsed through the right side of the young mare’s weeping body with a pile of snow falling onto her. The fire from the Pyrefrost Beowolf’s attacks has caused a blazing red wild fire throughout the forest surrounding the destroyed iron pen. Within the prison, the wolf got back up onto his two feet, with Celestia nowhere to be seen within his broken ribs now. The monstrous creature examined his brutalized claws; they were chipped, dirty, cracked, with one of them having its spiked half missing. He shrugged off the image before looking around in the night smoke for his adversary; his search was of no avail.

A small lump of warm snow ruffles as the white alicorn raises her head into the low smoke. She was now bruised even worse than Cloud before his demise, and even weaker. Through her blurred vision, all that she could make out was the turquoise mare with silver mane and tail, all tangled and messy, surrounded in a white and black blur. Only able to stand on her knees, the princesses crawled closer to the only thing she could trust. Upon making contact with her, the blind pony could feel the burnt fur and bashed skin of Celestia, but didn’t jolt. She didn’t know if this was the beast, her friend, or the other, but she didn’t care. Princess Celestia could then hear the muffled cries of the foal and gently sidles to her side. She then lifts her wing and wraps it over the small mare’s back, comforting her. For a quick moment, it felt as if it was only those two, beaten and tired, alone amongst the stirring chaos around. “Don’t cry,” the sweet, yet dry voice of Celestia quietly croaks, “I’m right here with you.” The small mare began to feel more secure, finally hearing those flowing words her original friend told her. The new friend, sounded a bit like her mother, yet kinder, and felt much larger also. The filly tried to reply, but the cold had finally withered her voice away, so only a small warm breeze escaped her mouth. The princess still felt the shivering uncertainty of the pony by her side. Using what was left of her voice, Celestia sung a lullaby;

“Hush, little filly, don't say a word.

Momma’s gonna buy you a Phoenix bird

And if that Phoenix bird won't sing,

Momma’s gonna buy you a crystal ring

And if that crystal ring turns brass,

Momma’s gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,

You'll still be the sweetest little filly in town.”

Upon completing her quick song, the small filly’s shivering began to cease, the thumping of the Pyrefrost Beowolf’s stride began to grow more distant, and the howling snow began to calm down once more. The warmth of the fire surrounding them did not disturb the two, as conclusions arose in their heads. The small filly, now comforted and relaxed, discovered that the open world is not all bad. Although a lot has happened that has ruined her night, the young pony felt nice, feeling wondrous experiences and meeting interesting friends that stuck by her side. Celestia, also calm and at ease, discovered that there’s something, beautiful about the unknown. Maybe some things should not be forced to be changed to what you’re familiar with, for within them, their own beauty and innocence may give you warmth even in the face of chaos and destruction. This moment of peace and quiet felt like it lasted forever, which neither of them minded.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha,” the whispering cackle of the beast echoes from all around the two, “Isn’t this adorable…” The small mare felt her partner’s fur tense up upon hearing the beast’s growl. She figured it out, she figured out how to drive the beast away, but how was she going to be able to communicate her plan to the second unknown friend? “What? You think you could just escape me like that Celestia?” The blind pony softly nested against the alicorn’s mangled, but soft fur, fighting against the building tension. Celestia tried to ignore it, but the horrific memories of it kill Cloud drew an angry scowl on her face. “You want to fight me; I can see it on your pretty little face… I killed your boyfriend, and I’m going to eat you, your little shrimp, and everypony else as well. You demand to face me off once more…” The princess felt the small pony brushing against her side, as signaling her not to fight. The comforting hugs of the filly caused Celestia’s skin to return to normal as her angry scowl reverted to a soft smile.

The Pyrefrost Beowolf wants me to fight, don’t fall for it Celestia.

“What are you waiting for? Fight me…”

No.

“You can’t stay there forever, all the pitiful emotions inside of you are too much for your weak body to contain. Release them, and let’s finish this.”

He wants a fight, he wants revenge, he wants satisfaction. He will not get any.

“Celestia…” The flaming head of the best seeps down from the smoke and stares at her intensely, getting more antsy by the second. “Fight me.”

“…”

“Fight me…”

“…”

“You can’t ignore me forever,” his voice picked up once more, “fight me!”

“…no…”

“I’ve waited for an eternity, I want my premeditation to be worth it and enjoy what I hunted down, I demand you to fight me!”

“So sad, even with the prize on a ‘gold platter’, he doesn’t take it, all for just some rush.”

“I’ve had enough of this taunting!” Far to his right, the icy glow of his scythes flicked in the smog, persuading him to pick them up. He then reached out and leaned his body towards the staffs. Celestia took the opportunity and delivers a powerful magic stomp into the monster’s pelvic bone. He shock of the attack rushed the wolf to ditch his weapons and look down to see the princess making a speedy run directly up the front of his spine. The back of his mouth glowed white as he arched his neck and head back, preparing for an attack. He whips his head down, but just before the white flames could eject from his jaw, Celestia leaps from the top of his rib bones and fires a golden beam of light from her horn, right into the mouth of the beast. It blasts from the back of the skull, shattering it into hundreds of wooden fragments raining onto the snow. The Pyrefrost Beowolf emits and blood-curdling scream of pain. Celestia flies away, followed by the beast in hot pursuit. “DIE!!!” Flames, painted with the colors of fury, come barreling out of the front and back of the wolf’s puppet skull, dropping onto the snow right behind Celestia. The two rivals soon loop back around to the bladed poles, Celestia zips over them, but the Centmaster yanks the two from the ground, not losing any speed in the process. His screams of pain continue to echo as the beast loosely swings his scythes aimlessly, creating small tornados of swirling fire and ice in the swing’s wake. More and more, the flying alicorn is slowed more and more by the growing gravitation of the steam of whirlwinds, pulling her closer to the raging inferno.

The blind mare, now back to being alone as the battle began once more, felt the winds of the tornadoes growing in the distance. The screams of the humongous creature did frighten her, but also felt an emotion she never felt before. A feeling of, being bigger, like she played a part that lead to a great success, she helped her friend gain a winning advantage of the booming monster. With confidence and self-esteem roaring across her frail body and spirit, the young filly rose to her hooves and imagined herself with her friend, fighting the monster.

“Yes!” The beast hollered as he scampered closer and closer to Celestia, “I refuse to die, without taking you with me! You took everything away from me, and now, I’m going to return the favor!”

“You may, take away my life,” Celestia pants, “but that is insignificant compared to what I truly value. The safety of my ponies,”

“SHUT UP!”

“They will see me as a great hero and ruler even after death. But you? You will forever be known as a no pony, a monster, never to earn any respect,”

“It can’t, end, like t-t-t-t-this!” Slowly, the Pyrefrost Beowolf’s eyes began to darken from its ghastly white glow, to a light red, to a crimson red, to the warm orange of a regular fire. The colors of the eyes grew weaker and weaker, from orange, to dark orange, to brown, before becoming black, and barely visible. Now, only several meters from each other, the dying beast makes one last attempt of a swing, dropping one of his scythes and firmly gripping the other one in his hand. Raising the weapon high above his head, the black of his eyes fade to nothingness, followed by his skull. The weapon drops forward with a loud shink. A loud scream ensues; echoing through the entire forest as a small white body slowly plummets into the smoke, deep within the flaming part of the Everfree Forest. “I, did, it…”

With those words said from the beast, his black, bony bottom jaw, drops from his face, smashing into his ribs. Snapping and twisting rattle the crumbling body as the ribs fall off of the spine along with the jaw, with the blue flames dying with them. Wooden piece by wooden piece, the black bones of the spirit crumble and break off of their hover, falling into the smog below its knees. The Pyrefrost Beowolf’s death became silent, as the rest of the bottom spine, his legs, his arms, and his glided down to the rest of the remains, leaving a small dark blue cloud of fire in its wake.

Everything became more blurry than before as Princess Celestia regained consciousness. A soft, cold, metallic chill was felt running down the side of her next and chest. The fumes of the blazing forest fire began to enter Celestia’s throat, causing her to only feel pain from the chest backward. She looked around, trying to make out objects in the bright and dark spiral before her eyes. Pain began to pulse in her forehead, causing her to groan and fall on her knees into the white void below her. A loud piercing screech echoed through her ears and head, adding even more torture to the mix. Celestia could not think straight at all and soon found herself head deep in the snow. Her vision was growing darker by the second, slowly losing consciousness, as if a massive weight was being pressed on her entire body. In her last moments of sight before going black, she could see a small turquoise blob of color, running aimlessly in all directions.

I have to save her.

Calling upon imaginary strength and energy, the princess got up and wobbled towards the figure, grunting. Upon making contact with the color, Celestia opened her wings, picked up the pony and placed her on her broken back, and took off through the grey above. All became black, as the last of Celestia’s instincts and senses directed her subconscious body to Canterlot. From that moment on that night, all of the princess’ senses have died and no memory of it occurred. A fuzzy dream stuck her in her unconscious state, a dream of the small pony she rescued, snuggling right next to her, next to an open fire in a black void of nothingness. Everything in the dream felt real to her, from the warmth of the flames, to the void of gravity, and the fluffy mane and fur of the blind foal.

“Celestia…” A voice beckons from the void after what felt as if all of time had passed within the dream. “Wake… up…” Around her, the void faded out the fire, the pony, and soon enough, herself. All was completely black and empty for a solid minute before opening her eyes to see a red figure looking down at her…

“Rex?”