Standing Stones - Christmas

Hope paced back and forth restlessly, trying to forget what she had seen, when suddenly a spirit faded into sight as if from nowhere. Hope backpedaled in fear. Then, with a twinge of horror, she noticed something. This ghost looked like Winter.

"Is that you, Winter?" She asked.

"Nope, I just look like him because of how his past was...” The ghost paused, as if considering something. “ Well, we'll get to that soon." Said the ghost. "Now, take my hoof." Hope reluctantly held on to his hoof with dread. Soon, they appeared in the past, a snowy place. The Ghost led Hope to an ally.

"What are we doing here?" Hope asked, irritated at the abrupt chill. The ghost pointed his hoof deeper into the ally.

"See those two?" The Ghost asked. He was pointing at a colt and a dragon. Suddenly, Hope noticed something. The colt was Winter!

"Is... that Winter?" Hope asked. The Ghost nodded.

"My first Christmas without my parents..." Winter muttered dejectedly. Hope felt a stab of pity upon seeing Winter curled up next to this dragon, pathetic and cold. Hope felt like something needed to be done.

"Winter!" Hope yelled.

"They can neither see nor hear you... we are in the past through a special type of magic." The ghost mused, almost sounding remorseful.

"Winter, I know it's hard to be alone..." Glow said to him.

"I'm not alone... I got you by my side." Winter replied, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He seemed to be grateful for what he had. Hope was surprised, but she wasn't convinced.

"My time is up... soon you will see the Present Ghost." Said The Ghost of Christmas Past. Hope cried out in astonishment as the world warped away once more, only to be replaced by the odd comfort of the present.