It was snowing and dark. The moon was just above the horizon and the small, white, not-two-exactly-the-same frozen flakes glided downwards onto the ground. All was quiet; no high pitched chirps from birds, no sound of claws against tree bark from squirrels, no crunch of deer or other animal stepping on frozen leaves.
The entity sighed with the feeling of accomplishment. He had always loved winter, even if it was the only time where life seemed to cease. It wasn’t the silence nor the absence of life, but the feeling of waiting for the next season to start, to resume the cycle of life that he loved. He heard something whistle behind him and when he turned around, he was as shocked as her.
“What are the odds that I’d bump into you here?” The entity said with a smile as she walked to him. “How long has it been, two, three Eternities?”
“Four actually.” He replied.“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for Granny Smith, an old mare living in Apple Acres.”
He nodded with both satisfaction and depression. He hated watching life end, but then life wouldn’t exist in the first place if something did not end.
“Right before Hearts and Hooves day? That’s a shame.”
“Yeah. The ol’ mare is nice and kind, but it has to end sometime.”
“When, if I may ask?”
“About an hour from now.”
“So you have time to chat, then?” He asked, walking down the hill.
“Yes, why?” She asked, following him.
The two entities walked side by side to Ponyville, both quiet for a while. They left no imprints in the fluffy snow nor crushed any leaves on the ground, but yet they were still there. He smiled as he watched her sheathe her scythe; the human farming tool looked huge compared to his own walking stick. It contained a long green tree snake which was wrapped around it, its tongue flicking out each time the bottom of the stick hit the ground. The two stopped by a frozen lake and watched the fish swim underneath the ice. Death studied the ice for a few seconds before moving onto the frozen ice.
“What are you doing?”
She looked back with, what he considered at the time, the biggest grin on her face. “I am walking on ice.” She unsheathed
her scythe, placing the blade on the ice. With one bare foot on the blade, she pushed off with the other, leaning and turning the blade with her hands; an improvised ice-skate. “Now I am ice-scything.” She said with a laugh. Her mouth opened wide as she laughed harder at his expression; mouth wide and head tilted a little to the side. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” He stopped short. “I…want to do that…”
Death could not stop laughing even if she tried. “You want to do something I do? That’s a first!”
“But it looks so fun!” He buckled his knees and straightened them several times, like a human child would do when they didn’t get what they wanted and began to complain. “I want to try!”
She shook her head. “Get your own scythe.”
He looked around quickly, looking for anything he could use as ice-scythes or use to create his own scythe. He found a rock split in two, but when he reached down to grab them, the snake on his walking stick bit his side.
“Ow!” He yelled, grabbing his side. “What was that for?”
The snake didn’t reply, instead it stared at him.
“What do you mean 'that’s not safe.'?”
The green tree snake blinked. An action a normal snake wouldn't be able to accomplish.
“It’s ice! There is water underneath it! It’s not lava filled and even if it was, I would be fine!”
Its tongue flickered out.
“Aw come on! I wanna go ice-scything!”
The snake yawned.
“Is Health telling you not to?” Death asked, spinning around in circles.
“Yeah he is.” Life replied, sad.
“You know,” Death stopped at the edge of the pond by forcing the blade deeper into the ice. “You don’t ALWAYS have to listen to him.”
Health hissed loudly.
“Don’t hiss at me! You know it’s not dangerous.”
The hissing came to a slow stop.
“Exactly, so let him go ice-scything.”
Health sighed. “Fine,” he hissed. “Go on the pond but don’t come crying to me if you fall through.”
Life ran onto the ice and nearly got to the center before he lost his balance and crashed onto the ice.
The voice came from underneath the ice. “I already told you ponies to not walk on ice!”
Death and Life exchanged glances then watched as another entity rose from the center of lake. “DO NOT WALK ON THE ICE! How many times do…” The entity stopped as it recognized the two. It slowly transformed into its chosen form; a white pegasi with a white mane and tail. It’s cutiemark, unlike other non-entity ponies, changed, into types of clouds: A white cloud for snow, a dark grey gloud for rain, a funnel shapped cloud for a tornado or hurricane, and a dark carbon grey cloud with zig-zagged plasma-white lines coming from it for a thunderstorm.
“Nice to see you too, Weather.” Health spoke aloud with a smile.
“Death, Life, and Health…in the same location at the same time…” Weather said, his jaw wide. “I can’t even remember the last time this has happened, and I have the best memory!”
“Hey, none of us had good memory, remember? We all suck at memory--!” Death argued.
“Watch it!” Weather interrupted.
Death ducked down, barely dodging the snowball aimed at her. The snowball instead hit Life squarely in the back, knocking him over onto the ice again. She looked for her attacker and once she found her, she gasped. “Time?!”
“What?! No way!!” Life said, still struggling to get up.
The entity turned into her chosen form; a human with an hourglass strapped to her back. “Long time, no see.” She said with a laugh as she threw another snowball, and this time, she didn’t miss. The snowball hit the shocked Death with a poof! Death didn’t reel backwards and instead just stood on the ice, her mouth open and melting the snow inside it.
“Who else is here?” Death asked in disbelief.
“I saw the legendary Atom recently. Remember him?”
Death nodded as she ran to greet her friend with a hug. “Yeah, wasn’t he best friends with Astro?”
“Astro the Astronomer?” Life asked, crawling futilely toward the edge of the lake.
“Yeah, him.” Death asked.
“He still is with him. Oh, and I saw Mass here a second ago.” her voice trailed off as she looked around.
The two heard a muffled sound before looking down at Mass, whose face had turned into earth. They screamed in shock and moved back, getting off Mass. “Thought you two would never get off me.” He replied as he rose, coughing up dirt.
“Did someone set up a meet-up and didn’t tell neither me or Life?”
“Hey Death!” Weather called out.
Death turned around only to have a handful of snow smash into her face; a challenge from the boys. She smiled as Mass gladly created a castle of both Snow and Ice behind her, creating her a fortress.
With Life, Weather, and Health against Time, Death and Mass, the snowball fight would be a spectacle to any who watched.
“Who do you think will win?” Luna asked, sitting on her chair of clouds, eating popcorn.
Celestia smiled. “I got 100 bits on Time’s team.” Her mouth was covered with cake frosting.
“100 bits, huh?” Luna replied with a surprised look on her face. “You’re on.”
