The Story of Winter

Winter was silent as he went off to go see Pez and Hope, more concerned for Pez. His only company was the cold. He was fine with that; it made him feel safe. As he walked by Sugarcube Corner, he heard an aggressive voice from the shadows.

"So, I was sent to kill you or something." Said the unicorn colt with gray fur, black mane, and sunglasses.

"Was it that guy in the cloak?" Winter asked.

"Yea, Nathan sent m-" He went silent as he noticed that he accidentally told Winter the name. "Oh no, he's gonna be mad unless I kill you!"

"So, before you do that... what's your name?"

"Stephen."

"Ok, then." Winter said as he hucked a spear of ice at Stephen.

Stephen was quick to dodge the attack. "Hey, I wasn't ready!"

"Seriously?" Winter said to Stephen, annoyed.

"Ok, I think I'm ready!" Stephen yelled as he shot some ball of magic at Winter.

Winter tried to dodge the attack, but for some reason it followed him. Winter was quickly hit, but he figured he could lick any wounds later. He shot ice at Stephen hoping to get a hit, but Stephen was quick. Maybe I can get him at a closer range, Winter mused.

Winter ran up to Stephen and did land a hit, but Stephen barely flinched. Stephen's horn glowed as he levitated a large boulder over his head ready to crash it into Winter. There was no way Winter would be able to take that.

"Now, I will end you quickly." Stephen droned, right before Winter flicked Stephen's horn making him lose focus on the magic.

"Oh crap." Stephen said right before being crushed by the boulder he held right above his head.

"Well, that's not a great way to go." Winter said as he walked away, the pain from that magic shot forgotten.