Memories: Chronicles of the past

Dear Journal

Happy birthday!

It has been 2 years since I started writing in you to control my anger, as with my "problem" keeping my anger in check is the most importation job any non real object could be tasked with.

Good work, I'd bake you a cake if you had a mouth.

Well on to the entry, Princess Celestia is starting to make my blood freeze, honestly, this "Twilight Sparkle" that she brought in irritates me to no end, true I was not with her for as long, but I was a "horn ahead of my time" if you would, my power to manipulate the weather more efficiently than even a pegasus pony made me a great student, I never got lazy, I LIVED in my work place, I was on call 24/7 for any kind of discovery that would relate to my work.

Oh yes and my home, the spire tower recently got a new paint job, blue and gray like I requested, yay!

But back to the subject at hand, my ability to become more powerful the angrier I am (yet apparently become more unstable...what dose THAT mean?)

and to be truthful I started learning magic 3 years before "Twilight" did, bah! that sad excuse for a magical unicorn ugly stupid dumb unsocial idiotic

I have decided to save my insults for my "Hate" Journal, in which I state how everypony I have encountered is...err not going to start that here.

...where was I...yes "Twilight" the Princes treats her like a bloody daughter, why just last week my request for a rare tome that could save me years, not days, not months, YEARS of work towards proving the existence of the "underground" was denied, which normally wouldn't bother me if it was the case of I had gotten a grant recently (which I have NOT) or perhaps another pony had an equally important thing to get, in which one must respect other ponies, but it was not that.

Twilight wanted some new (ironically) old magic books to study out of.

And the Princess said yes.

What.The.Buck. (excuse my language)

Twilight wanted and I quote "to study out of" these books, the Princess chose that over saving me years of work in deciphering.

I hate that pony.

Other than being personaly selected by "your highness" (who couldn't even keep her bloody sister from rebelling against her.) Me and twilight are almost exactly the same (oh and shes a filly, I am colt, but that shouldn't be important!) Even both our cutie marks represent magic, mine a snowflake, to represent my control over the weather (ice in particular, but you already knew that journal.) And hers...Don't even bloody understand it!

Sigh...Oh well, I must go to the library, if I do not have that tome to save me years of work, I might as well start deciphering as I normally do...

~Your residential spire mage

Frost Horn

Frost stretched as he stopped levitating the quill and closed his journal, it felt good to get his thoughts out on paper, as to stop any...Incidents from occurring regarding his powers. He took a second to look around his home, the Spire, the closest thing he had to a home. Rows apon rows of ancient scrolls and books lined the dusty shelfs that occupied the space of the Spire. He sat in the only un-ancent thing in the entire Spire, his small organized desk where he conducted his work.

Most ponies found Frost different, but it was a result of how he showed his emotions. When frost was nothing more than a newborn colt, his father knew he was special, his father was a great unicorn mage who loved his wife dearly, and his wife, Frost's mother, loved him back. So much that she would have a child that she didn't want. Frost's father was gone off to study or teach most of the time, which left Frost Horn at home with his mother. Though Frost mother was a nice woman and would never hate someone she knew, let alone gave birth to, but she treated Frost more as a close friend than a son. She had no idea the effect this had on him, as Frost took this as his mother was not proud of him and he would have to work, and study, and labor to show his mom he was worth being a son. Frost became unsocial as he thought that he could not make a friend until he could prove to his own mother that he was a worthwhile son. And thus began his life of studding, his mother saw this as nothing more than a little hobby and took no interest even though if she paid attention she would see Frost was doing advanced equations most ponies would be simply stumped by. This only made him work harder and harder, causing his mother to care less and less with every "Discovery" Soon however Frost's father found these "Useless hobby sheets" according to Frost's mother, and within twenty four hours had Frost booked on the next train to Canterlot.

At first he loved Celestia, she was the mother he never had, he even started to become a bit more open and less boxed up. Then Twilight started to learn magic, and jealousy and hatred took over. Frost could not bring himself to express the anger he felt towards Twilight in words, so did it in work, he was on the case twenty four-seven, never stopping, but alas, unlike Frost thought it would it did not bring him closer to Celestia, it merely pushed he away from her, as his obsession with the "underground" he became less attached to anything outside his work. Other ponies thought this meant he didn't like them, Frost thought he was bringing them closer to him by showing his devotion to what he did. Eventually he seemed to forget why he started working so hard in the first place, and instead did it to substitute for friendship and companionship.

He cracked his neck and began to walk to the library a smile on his face, meany would (and do) find his constant smiling creepy, but it is something he must do, as frowns can lead to sadness, which can lead to anger...And that doesn't go over well with Frost, the last time he had openly expressed his anger they had to replace all the windows in the hallway and the poor custodian ponies were shoveling snow in the middle of summer for the entire day.

Ah good nopony around to inter- drat.

Frost couldn't hide a small frown when a new guard (against the warnings of his superior not to mess with the pony from the spire) walked up to him and smiled

"Hello there, would you be Frost?" the guard said a happy sound to his voice

Now something some ponies (and again, many do) are taken aback by the fact that even though Frost may seem happy smiling all the time, he speaks with a very refined and bored tone of voice, as if he would prefer to be anywhere but speaking to you at the present time. (That was a very good guess and was usually quite true, as was the case now.)

"yes, but that is Frost Horn, Kafra Sarra, in shadowspeak, now may I please pass?" Frost Horn said to the guard

"uhhh...well...you see the princess said nopony was to enter whe-" The guard nervously spoke

"Look, you are a very busy, pony and so am I, by coincidence, I have important work to do, and you probably require all four of your hoofs to do your job, so lets do something here which allows both of us to benefit here, yes?" Frost said in his regular, bored tone, but with a bit more of an edge than usual.

"...Uh, wow look at the time my shift is over, nice...well BYE" the guard said as he ran down the hallway

Frost for the second time today, frowned, he didn't like scaring the new guards, but it was the only way to assure that he could focus on his work. Ever since his father sent him to Canterlot as a very young colt to study magic and learn to control his powers, he had been focused on just that, if he could just find the location of the legendary "underground" the amount of history that would suddenly be flipped upside-down, it would look like discord was dancing on what we thought we knew of the universe.

The problem was that madness and genius are two sides of the same coin, the more genius you went after, the more ponies thought you were mad, he had long ago crossed the line of simple genius, and he was bloody sure there wasn't one pony that knew of his existence that didn't think he was mad.

Frost looked up at the book of shadow, the tool he used to understand the language of the shadow, the problem was there were many symbols that were not in the book, and he could only guess when trying to find other things, sometimes he got lucky and could find new symbols by knowing what a word should look like, other times entire scrolls could not be read as he had no knowledge of what anything meant.

why is it so hard to get the bloody book out!?!

Frost tugged on the book with all his magical might, but it would not move.

GAAAAAA!!!

Frost suddenly became angry, he tried not to repress his emotions, but every now and then he cracked, and when he was angry, he became a lot stronger.

"YIKES" a voice yelled as he pulled the book (and a surprised purple pony) out from the book slot.

however, using his magic when he was angry was one thing, controlling it was another, the book flew across the room and flew right through a glass window.

"...woops..." Frost said, he silently lectured himself on not to let himself do that again.

"I am dreadfully sorry I just tho-" Frost instantly shut his mouth surprised that the purple pony in front of him was none other than Twilight.

why today?

"It's okay..." the purple pony said as she stood up "I didn't know the freak in the spire was in the library or I wouldn't have come, please forgive me!"

"oh it...wait...WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?!" Frost said he felt himself getting angry, but didn't care.

"Oh, isn't  that your name? It's what everypony calls you! The poor pony who can't even stop smiling because he's not right in the head!" Poor Twilight said, still to young to understand that this was NOT something you said to someone.

Frost lost it, he tackled the much younger Twilight held her against the wall which poor Twilight was still too young of a filly to defend herself from the older colt, once she was up against the wall Frost froze his hoof (and the area around it) trapping Twilight's neck in sold ice, he felt his body temperature drop, a sign he should stop, but she had crossed the line, and Frost just snapped.

"ga..haga.." Twilight said as she could no longer breath very well.

"hear me out you sad excuse for a unicorn, I am BUCKING FROST HORN the GENUS! THE GREAT, THE POWERFUL! NOT FROST HORN THE FREAK!"

"UNHAND HER!"

frost heard the voice and instantly matched it to princess Celestia.

"Ah Celestia, finally your interested in something I have done!" Frost said

suddenly Frost felt his body temperature drop a few digress more, the guards were shivering, and snow was beginning to gather on the windows (except for the one he broke)

"Unhand her frost, you have crossed the line!" Celestia tried to reason with frost, but they both know that time was over.

"Oh, I crossed the line?!? How long have I been called the "freak in the spire" and don't you dare lie to me!" Frost said anger seeping from his every word.

Then, he felt it, zero was coming, the one reason he had to control his anger, if he hit zero that was it, he crossed the line, the last time he hit zero he leveled the original spire in a burst of cold magic energy. Problem was this almost killed him, he was in a coma for 4 weeks and couldn't use magic for a month after that, and worst thing about it, it only seemed to affect the world, not ponies, true the temperature dropped to zero degrees Celsius, and it leveled any pony made structures withing a hundred hoof radius, but it had no effect on living breathing ponies, so there was no reason for him to hit zero, but it wasn't something he did on purpose.

Celestia looked him strait in the eye "It has been 2 years since the name stuck."

Frost cracked for the second time.

"RAAAAAA" Frost screamed as he ran at Celestia, the windows shattered from the weight of the ice and snow built up on it and as a result, snow flew everywhere, his horn froze with ice that he shot at Celestia.

"Zap" and with that he was down, Celestia only needed one shot to take down the unstable mage.

Frost stood up after a minuet, now fully in control of himself "Apologies...It has been a hard few days...Perhaps you should work on getting that name removed from my head my princess."  Frost said in his normal calm tone.

"I will, Frost Horn" Celestia said sadly

why dose she sound sad? Perhaps it because of the damage yes that must be it.

"You have an hour." Celestia said

"excuse me?" Frost said confused

"you have one hour to get you things and leave Canterlot, the spire is no longer a home to you." Celestia said simply

"...who will the spire go to?" Frost said, although he already knew the answer

"Twilight sparkles, my student" Celestia said

"Of course my princess, just let me pack." frost said quietly as he walked to the spire

Frost winced as he cut himself with the small blade, he took a bit of blood from the cut before sealing it back up. he slowly traced an symbol on the inside of the spire wall, the symbol glowed and disappeared along with hundreds of others that were previously made.

If I am not the one to discover the secrets of the underground, no one will.

Frost Horn smiled as he looked back from the train to ponyville as the spire collapsed, no reason, and everyone simply thought the old thing just gave out, they were however surprised by the fact that not a single note, book, or scroll was savable.

It's as if the spires secrets died with it.

It has been a long time since Frost left Canterlot he has done a lot, he now lives in a house that is wonderfully painted, and quite large, continuing his research into the "underground" But recently something strange happened...Frost found a sample of a rare gem that matched the description of darkite, a rare underground mineral that the citizens of the "underground" used.

how interesting

Frost picked up the strange mineral

"We have found you" A voice says slowly

Frost was not in the least bit surprised by this, he had heard that the shadows communicated by transmitting their voice through rare minerals that grow in the head of the ponies who live in the "underground" and normal ponies can hear the voice through touching darkite.

"We do not need to bribe you, we know you will understand, you must find the one who will oppose the light, and when the day comes that the sun will not set, you will find what you were looking for." The voice said slowly

"what am I looking for?" Frost said, he knew, but he had to be sure

"The way to the "underground" Frost, so you may know, and so others may know your genius" and with that the voice left leaving Frost standing there.

Knowing his time, the time he would once and for all no longer be considered mad, or totally insane.

He would be known for who he knew he is...

He would be...well slightly sane.