Standing Stones - Christmas

Hope suddenly appeared in some area so dark, she couldn't see her own hoof in front of her face. She was really nervous about this one. She had no clue what was happening anymore. Before she could ponder the thought any further, she felt a cold gust of wind rushing past her that disappeared as quickly as it had came.

"Future Ghost, you are the one I fear most, who are you?" Hope said in fear.

A pony in a black cloak appeared and pointed. "What?" Hope asked in confusion. The Ghost pointed again, leaning its head in closer. "What!?" Hope asked in a confused tone.

"FOR GODS SAKE JUST LOOK BEHIND YOU!" The apparition bellowed hopelessly. He let down his hood, as the illusion of a mute nature was shattered. This one looked remarkably like Dark.

"Ok, you didn't have to yell." Hope said as she looked behind her, noticing a grave stone. "Who's that taking the dirt nap?" She asked, returning her gaze to the Dark wannabe.

"That's the dragon... Glow." He said.

"But that's the past!" Hope replied.

"Yes, but Winter goes there, year after year, to pay his respects to Glow." Said The Ghost. "The grave over there is yours, Hope."

"How did I die?!" Hope asked.

"Your stone lost power at that time... your hatred towards Christmas will spread to losing focus on everyone you love... Friendship is what makes these stones work." Said The Ghost. At that moment, Hope wasn't afraid of the death, she was afraid to lose everyone she cared about only then did she see what was truly important.

"Y-you're right... but how will they forgive me now!?" Hope said while she was in tears.

"They'll forgive you... I should know." the chrononautic creep replied.

Next thing Hope knew, she suddenly appeared in the present, jerking out of bed, vaguely aware of a cold sweat. She knew what she had to do.