A Wintry Wasteland, a Cold Mare

by Burningbloom78

Rating: everyone
Tags: Starlight Glimmer, Tragedy, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Sad
Length: 1007

Once upon a time, a mare with a heart burning with a festering hate decided she have had enough.

There is hate within us all. It can cloud our feelings and sight, allowing us to commit horrible actions to those around us, and if the hatred is strong enough, it will cause irreversible effects.

A mare was consumed with so much hatred and scorn for the day that symbolizes love and happiness, she commits a deed so vile that it ruined the very land she once called home.

With a land tarnished with naught a single soul in sight, the mare is forced to live with the consequences of her actions for eternity.

Published 2022-03-02 20:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-03-02 20:40:00 UTC

Cold Nightmare

Dead mare walking; somepony is always moving on the surface.

Once again, the passing of white flakes brushes against my frozen face, creating an unpleasant feeling. This land is coated in chilling white snow, not another fool for miles. The frost is taking shape and the twinkle of ice stars fall gracefully from the wintry sky. Colors of white and gray are all that is left behind.

My mane and tail are disheveled and lost their luster, my clothes are ripped frozen stiff, and my coat is afflicted with frostbite, the shards of ice and frost ever-present. My eyes have lost their color, and with each passing second, I feel weaker and weaker.

"When will it end?" I asked, my shivering voice remaining raspy and gelid.

Beyond my sight lay broken and buried houses of those who considered me a friend. I tried scouring for anypony who could be alive in this frozen hellscape; I rummaged through the snow, desperate to find somepony, but all my searching had unfortunately amounted to nothing in the end. I came across bodies frozen stiff in chilling white frost; faces of ponies I once knew. I was afraid; I ran away without a second thought, unable to look at their faded, glacial eyes.

I shook my head, ignoring the splits and cracks of my body. "No..." I lamented. "Algid... so very cold; so alone. I don't want to be the only one remaining in this desolate, forsaken wasteland!"

The ones I treated so poorly... I barely knew them, yet they were always there. They wanted to involve me in their frivolous activities, and I declined so easily without so much as caring for their feelings. They just wanted to spend time with me, if only for a single day, and I didn't give them the satisfaction. All I ever gave was a scowl I can't take back. Their disappointed faces are etched deep in my mind.

I sniffled and sobbed, the frost and ice over my body shattering lightly, causing a surge of quick pain. "I'm so sorry... forgive me. None of you deserved this."

I regret not giving in; I lament not having fun. It would not have ended up this way if I gave in to their pleas. Take me back. I can't handle this any longer, the pain is becoming unbearable. The ice is digging into my skin. It... it's getting harder to breathe.

I had lost track of how many days had passed. I can't tell anymore. "Why won't this end...?" I uttered in remorse. "Those... hateful spirits, when will they have enough?"

There was nothing left in these broken homes, so I left and continued to roam the frozen wasteland. The trudge was slow as my numbing hooves fell to the crunch of snow. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care. It doesn't matter where I go in this frozen hellscape.

"So cold," slipped from my frostbitten lips. My spirit is breaking. "So very cold and dark."

My horn is useless; ever since the wasteland manifested, it had stopped working. I can't generate it. I'm so very cold. I can't feel the magic anymore, it's like it... died. All of it is gone. There's no comfort.

When was the last time I saw the sun, to feel the daylight of the coruscating, heaven-touched rays grace my fur? It's been so long... I never meant for things to get like this. I just wanted it to stop, and now I'm alone.

I gritted my teeth, desperate to cease my suffering. "Please!" I cried out. "Please, let this end! I can't take it anymore! I don't want to be trapped; set me free from this frozen torture!"

There was no answer to my pleas. Reaching my breaking point, I fell to the snowy earth in despair. I buried my face within the cruel snow, ignoring the festering pain and slamming my near-frozen hoof as it began to crack under the pressure.

"Let it end," I said darkly. "Just let this nightmare end. Let it end... let... it... end."

Freezing and chilling to the touch, my body is just. I've no heart, just cold, hard stone. Grasping and gripping the snow brings a painful, burning cold. Hollow winds holler ominously around me like the neighing spirits above. Each day grows bleaker than the last.

Regretfully, I pick myself up and continue forward in a pathetic, silent stride. My voice is as useless as my horn; there's no reason to speak anymore.

When it rains, everything becomes colder. The exposed, barren surfaces are coated in icy rain; verglas taking shape after and will stay for an eternity. My body has gotten icier, making it impossible to not crack and shatter parts of myself. I'm so hungry... so tired and sleepy; I want to fall desperately, but what good will it do?

The rime-blue, crystalline flowers, brittle to the touch, shine dimly in my presence. The howling blizzard makes me wince. And the snow that crunch under my frostbitten hooves feels like shards of glass. It reminds me of the folly that caused this land to suffer. It's a fitting punishment.

I am the only fool, and I will be here forever. I'll be watching my mistake unfold in front of me; a vivid picture that worsens each day and I am afflicted by the cold element as comeuppance that I rightly deserve. All that I knew is gone. My work... the ponies around me, my family, my life... gone forever because of my hatred.

I tried... many times, but I failed every attempt. Rope, falling off a roof headfirst, anything sharp I could get my hooves on, but nothing worked. The cold couldn't do it, hunger didn't do the deed, just laying down to die never worked. I am cursed to forever wander. I can't die on my terms.

An eternity in damnation, falling apart slowly from the inside of my core. She was right, this is a future not meant to be.