I woke up today, and something immediately felt strange. That feeling came from the fact that I was covered in snow. This would be normal, considering I live in Whinnyapolis, yet I was still in bed.

"I forgot to shut the window" I said to absolutely nopony."Why do I even bother talking, its not like anypony is listening?"

I decided to drop the concerns of my insanity and remove the snow. It was easy, because its the like and fluffy kind that you can blow away with a strong wing flap. With that all settled I decided to go and get some food.

I casually flew over to The Breakfast Hut.

"Hey, can I get 3 pancakes please." I asked the mare working the counter. She just looked at me funny and said "We don't serve pancakes." Naturally I was outraged by such an injustice, but I wasn't overly crazy about it.

"Well can I get some-" I was halted in my request by the sudden burst of magic from a young filly. Magic outburst suck, especially when they teleport an unsuspecting pony, for example myself, into the path of an avalanche.

Don't worry, I was unscathed, mostly because I managed to fly away in time. Pancakes would have to wait, I was late for work.

After a slow day as a clerk/janitor at The Grand Hat Emporium I flew home. Celestia's sun was setting and making way for Luna's moon, no shops were open except for that bar at the edge of town that sold crazy strong alcohol.

I was not at the point of getting drunk, nor did I want to for quite some time. I couldn't help but shiver at the memory.

I was drunk, so naturally I walked home instead of flying. The next thing I know is that there was a beautiful snow white mare standing in the park. I approached her and cleared my throat.

"Hai there, I'm Icy, and yur beautiful." No response

"I just want to know what a pretty mare is doing alone and outside in the cold." she was giving me the cold shoulder.

"Dontchya know its rude to not, at least, at least reject me?" The Very second after that I realized I had been talking to a snow pony.

Immediately after, I managed to slip on ice and fall directly onto the snowmare. Me in my drunken state took full advantage and started making out with the snowmare. Then I got arrested.

I hurried home quickly and checked all the windows. I proceeded to fall in a deep sleep.

I found myself in a forest clearing, The heavenly aroma of pancakes directed me to a beautiful white mare, with a luxurious white mane.

It was the snowmare! But she was motioning me to a table that held my weakness.

Pancakes, so light and fluffy, with the prefect amount of moisture, and not to mention adorned with maple syrup that cascaded down the sides of the magnificent stack of delight.

I went to town immediately. After I was done the mare had dragged me to a bed. Just as she was crawling towards me, she became a horrifying monster.

Her limbs were manged and her coat was dull and dirty. Her mane was falling out and her eyes were black pools of nothing. I laid there helplessly, paralyzed by fear. Until I heard a voice.

"BEGONE FOUL CREATURE" the princess of the night, Princess Luna, had appeared. She swooped in majestically and blasted the creature to Tartarus. She looked at me. She is so pretty, dont do anything stupid.

"Are you okay?" asked the Princess. I was flabbergasted.

"Yes Princess Luna, thank you. Would you like pancakes?" I had offered her pancakes when there were none. She had noticed too.

"No thank you. I have to attend to other ponies' dreams, but I appreciate it. Peaceful dreams be with you, my subject." She flew off into nothingness and I could only think one thing. She is so hot. My dreams were very pleasant to say the least.

I was having a nice day. Then I checked my mail. Any joy present in my body dissipated immediately. The letter I had received came from Canterlot.

My Grandfather, Frigid Blizzard, had gone missing. They had asked me too come to Canterlot to help find him.

As fast as possible I flew to my Grandfathers residence, it was in a nice neighborhood, nice lawns and a cafe nearby. We had picked the place out together.
I knew more than anything he accepted this place just to appease my worry for him.

Both of us had been unstable after the accident. I couldn't help but to look back at the memory.

It was faded, but clear.

It was Nighttime. I had disobeyed my parents by staying up late to look at the stars, I had always had an affinity for the night.

It was a freak accident, it should have been possible. A stray storm cloud from the Everfree forest had wandered to our cozy wooden house near Canterlot.

A Single bolt of lightning had shot out of the cloud and ignited our thatch roofing. The ensuing fire had spread rapidly, starting with my parents room.

They had no chance of escaping, the fire was upon then immediately and their suffering had alerted my older sister. The roof collapsed in front of her door and she was too big to fit through her window.

I was fortunate enough to escape the damned house. Neighbors of ours saw the flames and alerted the guards and they came.

They were too late, all they found was a shivering, soot covered colt no older than 7. I was brought to the hospital and my grandfather was alerted, he had raised me in the poor section of the Canterlot commons.

Once I had arrived I started to answer their questions, there was a small gathering of ponies, but i didn't care. I checked the area my old home had been, he was not there.

Hope started to die in me as the search continued day, after day, after day. Three weeks and no trace.

That had been the case until an adventurer had found my grandfathers favorite hat, covered in blood, near the Everfree.

I had given up. My last living relative was gone. I was lost. Three days later I had sold his belongings and held a funeral.

A few old neighbors came by as well as some of grandpa's friends. I had even received a later from the Princesses offering their condolences, most likely from grandpa being in the guard for a number of years.

I had returned to Whinnyapolis, broken, lonely, and afraid. For the first time I had realized how little friends I had made over 3 years of living here.

Something grew inside me that I could not remove. The more I ignored it, the more it grew. It was firmly planted and it intended to stay.

How will I continue?

Author's Note

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