MLP: OPERATION ICEBOUND

MLP:OPERATION ICEBOUND CH-1 PROLOGUE
7th December (4th Equestrian Era)
5:23 PM
Onyx Vesper was staggering helplessly through the thick ravenous blizzard, knowing well that his destination was not far from his current location, he was at the verge of starving but no matter how hungry he got Onyx Vesper continued on as his torn cloak get heavier with each passing minute.
He just needed to reach the safe confines of the Crystal Empire, the storm was getting more ruthless now, with each passing second the strain from walking took its toll on his body, but he was determined to reach the city, "Must. Go. On" he shuddered.
he was shivering now yet the Empire was in sight. he thought back to the days of old before the eternal, "how long has it been? how long has this cursed blizzard been raging on for? 5 months or even 8?" he whimpered as the snow relentlessly attempted to cascade down upon him.

2 HOURS LATER
In the Crystal Empire,
Onyx Vesper was ambling through the frozen streets of the Crystal Empire heading towards his place of residence, he opened the door and headed inside closing the door behind him heading straight towards the unlit fireplace and took his time to set it alight.
After lighting a fire in the fireplace he headed towards his old weathered couch, he relaxed in the serene feeling that the room gave him before remembering about the horrors of the frozen wasteland just waiting to claim its next victim outside. as he was thinking that he realised that he forgot to take off his cloak and iconic fedora, he groaned as the snow has melted and the water sunk into his cloak, he took off the cloak together with his fedora and left them to dry as he went to freshen up.
"Ah so much better" he happily exclaimed after he finished, he looked at the magically powered clock made from pure crystal and realised its only 7pm, he still had some day time left so he decided to grab the sabre which he named The Storm Crusader and had it custom made that it could be wielded by a Pegasus just like him and start polishing it, after a few hours of polishing the blade he decided to go to sleep.

THE NEXT DAY
Onyx Vesper awoke to a frigid room he sighed with disappointment as he realised that the fire died out during the night and the cold was given time to enter the residence.
"Least these are dry" he said, it bought him joy that he had dry clothes, he put on the fedora and cloak while heading towards the kitchen and made himself the most dystopian meal anyone would ever imagine: bread and stale crackers along side cold water, it was not healthy but it kept him alive in the barren snowy wasteland formerly known as the Crystal Empire. He grabbed the sabre and sheathed so it would be easy to carry and started heading towards the door, opening the door he left the cottage and shut the door behind him.