It was cold, so very cold the clothing he wore seemed to do nothing to keep out the biting winds. But on he marched his heavy boots crunching into the snow with every step. For what felt like days he had been at this. The monotonous rhythm of his footsteps was the only thing keeping him conscious. He had never felt so helpless...so alone.

His companions were always at his sides. They were inseparable the three of them. Having grown a bond much like a real blood family over the time they knew one another. One would be hard-pressed to find another team so close. His voice had long turned raspy and quiet as he screamed out their names.

"JERICHO WHERE ARE YOU? TRISSIA PLEASE ANSWER ME!"

He had already been searching for hours, and came up notjing. His cries were left answered only by the howling winds and biting snow. He raised his hand to his mouth to cover a heavy cough as he stopped moving. Looking down at his hand as it was pulled away from his face he cringed. Blood not a lot of it, but even a little is concerning.

"P-please....this isn't funny anymore. If you're here please just say something anything!!"

Once again he was met with nothing, but silence his struggling breaths being his only company. It was such a rare sight to see his blood. He had abilities that one would consider extraordinary, super-human even. In fact, they would have been perfect for where he is, the heat of the flames could drive away any cold.

But something was wrong everytime he tried to activate his powers. They would be snuffed out as if something was preventing them from activating. What's worse is his weapon was missing it has reserves of his power tucked away inside, in case a situation like this were to ever occur. But when he awoke in the frozen tundra with no memory as how or why he was here, the weapon was nowhere to be found.

He wasn't sure where he was the winters from his homeland were nothing compared to this. Something about this cold felt unnatural as if it was able to bypass any amount of clothing he were to put on. And it was taking it toll on the man his feet no longer stepping. Replaced by dragging through the thick white powder. His fingers and hands were numb and his face had begun collecting ice crystals from the sweat that poured down his face.

The the heavy snowfall blocked all vision. The cloud covering above completely sealed off the sky from the ground. It would not matter if it was day or night visibility would not change. He had arrived in this place a very short time ago, it could only have been a few hours. And he could already feel the weight of his body. His shoulders slumped, and he grunted and groaned with each painful step. Something was pushing him to keep moving despite his tiredness, perhaps a desire to see his family again? Or even a need for survival, it did not matter to the man. A low chuckle escaped his lips as pressed onward.

"Hehe.....n-never thought I would go out like this. F-f-frozen to death how.......ironic.."

His small comment was followed by another cough. This time his arms did not respond when he tried to raise them. And a small patch of white snow was painted with streaks of crimson. His body almost doubled over from the force of the cough. His feet have stopped moving, his legs shaking and feeling as if they would crumble beneath him at any moment. He stared down at the blood-stained snow and groaned.

This was it...this is where he would die. As he collapsed to his knees, about to fall foward into the crimson snow. He heard a voice, it seemed to cut through the howling winds. And he forced his head upwards looking ahead of himself. And in the distance unsure how far, he saw a light. A faint orange flickering light. He had heard that people often see a distant light right before they die. Was this his light? His invitation to spend the rest of eternity in paradise? Or maybe it was his salvation. The voice called again this time he could understand their words. The light getting brighter as they got closer and closer.

"Is there somepony out here?! I thought I heard shouting! Hello Is anypony there!!!?"

The voice sounded so sweet compared to the winds. Like a mother calling out to her child in the darkness. Having confirmed with himself that this was no hallucination or paradise that awaited him. He tried to call out, but all that he managed was a pathetic cry just above a whisper.

"O-over here! I see you!"

Thankfully this seemed to be enough. As the light stopped for a moment before swaying violently. As if someone were running with a lantern, and as the light approached the man's eyes widened. The creature before him was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Around three heads shorter than him if he was standing, a fur-covered creature stood before him. It was female if their voice was to be believed. She stood on two legs like him, but her face was a strange shape. And elongated nose that formed into a muzzle, along with two large eyes that took up most of its head. And a pair of ears that seemed swiveled in his direction.

Maybe this was a hallucination, or maybe he was dead and this was purgatory. Regardless he isn't sure what compelled him to speak up as his eyes drooped.

"P-p-please....help me...."

Was all he managed to say before he felt his head hit the soft ground. His eyes closed for what could be the last time. A darkness clouding his vision and his mind.

Author's Note

I'm deciding I want to try again with this story. I missed writing it, but I realized it needed work and it far from finished. But I hope you enjoy it if you read it ^^.