The Story of Winter

Winter woke up to an unfamiliar feeling. For the first time in years, he was inside a house and in a safe bed. He got up and went down stairs to see what in Equestria was going on.

"Good, you're awake!" The colt with a blue mane said. "That was quite a hit to the head you took!" He added. Winter suddenly remembered the event that took place. And unfortunately, the pain that came with it.

"Awake already?" A young filly asked.

"Yea, he woke up just a minute ago." The colt told her.

"Well, I'm Hope, and that's my coltfriend Pez." Hope said, gesturing to Pez and herself.

"I'm Winter." He said quietly, but loud enough to be heard.

"So, where are you from?" Pez asked Winter offering him a Pepsi.

"Well, I use to live with my parents, but they died when I was five, then I was living in an alley with a dragon named Glow for five years." He replied grabbing a nearby can of soda.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did these deaths happen?" Hope asked him.

"My parents were killed in a fire that someone started, and Glow was killed by a magical dagger owned by that same pony who killed my parents." He told them.

"That's just horrible!" Pez winced. Winter noticed the fireplace in the living room.

"No." Winter simply stated.

"What's the matter?" Pez asked him as Winter shot some ice at the fire as if afraid, dousing it on contact.

"Keep that away from me." Winter replied.

"Don't tell me you're actually afraid of fire!" Pez said, trying not to laugh.

"I'm actually afraid of any form of heat." Winter deadpanned.

"He's been through horrible experiences, Pez!" Hope reiterated.

"Wait... Earlier you said a pony killed your parents. Was he wearing a cloak?" Hope asked.

"Yes, he was." Winter told Hope.

"We gotta go after him!" Pez said as they all rushed out the door ready to find the one who caused the tragic events. This their chance to find out who the culprit is.