Tales of Past Times: The Scourge

"Say Wither, do you know how cold it is outside?" A blurred voice said through the bombardment of snow filtering the lands of Northern Equestria.

"I must say I have not the ability to tell, my friend!" Another voice called, slightly lighter than before, obviously belonging to something of another gender. The previous voice sighed in disappoint.

The presumed female chuckled, "Sorry Commander, but if I knew such things, you would be the first to know. This I promise!"

"Yeah, yeah..."

The two continued babbling on in useless conversations while the blizzard threatened to tear their very soul apart. Each and every step was hard for them, the cold, crisp, yet heavy ice trapping them in their movements. The 'Commander' had just about enough of it. "Curse this damn body! If I was back in my own form, I would have half the trouble! Besides, I'm getting too old for this..."

"But sir, you must remember why we are doing this, am I correct?" She asked.

"Are you? Tell me, why are we moving at such a pace, besides the life threatening conditions." He asked rather hastily.

The mare sighed, "Besides the latter, we just returned from Griffon, found to be completely destroyed by the scourge. Much to our luck, Canterlot lies just behind this mountain up ahead. On another note, you are not old, in fact, you do remember you age slower then any of us?"

She could have sworn she saw an exclamation mark appear above his head in a bright flash, "Yes! You are correct. Oh dear, I hope she has not done anything to hurt herself yet. She is quite insecure under pressure..."

Wither shook her head, rubbing her eyes. She silently agreed, though still trying to process what she could have seen.

"Please now, Wither. Will you quit spacing out!  We have much to do, besides, it looks like the blizzard is gone!" He said, rather excited.

Wither looked around, taking noticed effect that in fact the blizzard was no longer combating them. It just went away. How the bollocks? She thought.

"No time for fretting, my dear. Grab hold to me, I'll make this trip a little quicker. Besides, I'm sure your kind doesn't particularly like the snow, seeing your type."

"You know me all to well, Commander." She laughed, grabbing hold of him. "Exactly, why I chose you, my dear!"

With those spoken words, they were gone. Shortly after their departure, the blizzard covered up the hole, and everything went back to the way it was.

AN

Short Chapter. Yes, very short. However, this just means that I'm back! :DD