The King of Glass

I woke up slowly from a dreamless sleep to the sounds of; singing birds, the moving leave's and young laughter. I didn't pay any mind to it for I was comfortable where I was lying and I didn't want to wake up anytime soon to investigate. Feeling a sudden sting in my side, I shifted my body to a less painful position, but when I did. I learned that I was not on a bed, which was what I expected, but on rock hard dirt. Annoyed of this prospect, I decided to wake up to see where I decided to have a nap.

"Strange," I thought as I got up. Nothing felt right, then again. When I tried to recall how I got to where I was, nothing came to mind. Not my name, not who I was, nor where I'm was from.

I scratched my head or what felt like it. It was small, but the messy tufts of hair felt more like fur than anything else. Slightly confused, I opened my eyes only to find something staring at me. Not having any memories for mostly anything, I had to rely on feeling to figure out what was what.

To me, it felt safe but it's colors were a bit off. I think it was a pony of some kind, but the white pony had; a scarlet red mane, tail, and eyes. The pony had a curious look to her, probably for me. To her, "I think," I was an oddity. Like I was something to be wondered about. "I wonder how I look like?" I thought. But the thought caused me to be a bit more concern for myself. "I'll find a mirror later, but what is a mirror?"

"Umm," I mumbled. to the pony. The pony shook her head out of embarrassment and smiled with a slight blush.

"Sorry," the pony spoke. "My name is Ruby Tiara, what's your name?"

"A talking horse!" I screamed and turned around to run for my life, but was quickly thwarted by my inability to run on four, unfamiliar legs and a rock.

"Are you okay?" the pony asked lifting me up with, something and patted my face to clean the mud.

"I'm fine," I said spitting out dirt while feeling slight humiliated. Aside from the talking horse putting me into a panic attack from her super cute voice, which made me try to run, but I couldn't because I tripped and ate dirt. I couldn't recall my name.

"Are you sure?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah."

"So what's your name?"

"I don't have one."

"What do you mean you don't have a name? Everyone has a name," Ruby frowned.

"I just don't."

Ruby continued to frown before a smile crept her face. "I'll call you Winter because of your super fluffy white fur," Ruby smiled. "So Winter. Do you want to play?"

The rest of the day was spent playing with my new, affectionate friend Ruby. After our awkward introduction to each other, we explored the clearing that I woke up in and found a box with a snowflake on the top. Ruby was quick to assume it was mine because of the snowflake, but I was more skeptical.

Neither of use dared to open the box because Ruby said it had a strong magic spell protecting it. I'm not sure how she could tell nor was she. According to her, she was a unicorn and she could use magic. It made some sense in my mind, but I was still in disbelief. To me, the box felt...familiar and welcoming. To Ruby, it felt dangerous and scary. Neither of us could figure it out, so we hid the box in a hollow tree until later.

Putting the box aside for a while, I decided, or rather, Ruby decided to play in what she calls her, "castle" of the forest. Which was what I expected it to be. The castle as Ruby called it was an abandoned shack in the middle of the forest. As Ruby ran into the condemned house unafraid, I, however, was.

The sagging walls; broken window's, destroyed chimney and holes. Many, many holes that dotted the building didn't make me feel very safe. I was hesitant to even go near the place let alone stroll right in, but a sudden tingle in my wing's told me that rain was coming soon.

"Must be a trick from my past?" I thought as I forced myself into the shack.

Once inside, I found Ruby wearing a crown made of roses and a cape made of leaves. Slightly impressed with her display on her makeshift throne, I sat down in front of her to hear her declarations.

"Sir Winter, I see you have found your way to my humble castle," Ruby said with clear exaggeration.

"Yes, my queen. I Winter have come to serve you with my life," I bowed with a smile.

"Excellent! Then you can..."

*Crack!*

"Eeeep!" Ruby squeaked before she ditched her noble clothes and crippled me in a death grip.

"Whats wrong?" I barely managed to choke out.

*Crack!*

"That!" she cried. "I don't like it."

"What, the thunder?" I asked hearing another crack go by.

"Mmhmm," she nodded in my chest. I shook my head and tried to walk to the door to see how bad the storm was going to be, but it was a bit of a task with Ruby clinging to me.

"Mind letting go?" I asked. "I need to check to see if you can get home before the storm really starts. The static and moisture in the air is starting to bother me."

"It's going to get worse!" Ruby whined. I nodded.

*Crack!*

"Eeeep!" Ruby squeaked again causing her to grapple me into submission.

"Never mind," I sighed.