Silent Night

by Serina

Rating: everyone
Tags: Alternate Universe, Misty, Sad, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Slice of Life, Opaline
Length: 1677

Misty decides to visit an old friend on Winter Wishday.

Misty decides to visit an old friend on Winter Wishday.

Part of Serina's Hearth's Warming Eve Collection for 2023.

Spoiler Warning: This story contains spoilers for Chapter 6 of Make Your Mark.

Published 2023-12-21 13:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-12-21 13:40:00 UTC

Embers of Forgiveness

Winter Wishday had arrived in Equestria, a magical time when ponies gathered to celebrate the season of festive celebrations and joy. The air was crisp, and a soft blanket of snow covered the land, turning everything into a sparkling wonderland. Amidst the festivities, Misty, a young unicorn, embarked on a journey to the remnants of a nearby castle.

As Misty approached the castle, her breath visible in the cold air, memories of the past flooded her mind. She remembered the fear, the anguish, and the betrayal. Opaline, once a friend, kind of, had turned into a formidable adversary. Misty's heart carried the weight of the past.

Opaline, a once powerful and enigmatic alicorn, had succumbed to the allure of dark magic and threatened to consume all of Equestria. Misty, along with her friends, had managed to thwart Opaline's plans, but not without sacrifices. The alicorn had been captured and trapped within a mystical tree, the very tree that now stood in the ruins of Opaline's castle.

The castle ruins loomed ahead, partially covered in snow, with the skeletal remains of Opaline's once imposing fortress standing tall against the winter sky. Misty took a deep breath and pressed forward, determination in her eyes.

The mystical tree stood in the center of the castle grounds, its branches adorned with glistening icicles. Misty approached it hesitantly, her horn glowing softly. "Hello," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the winter breeze.

The tree seemed to respond with a faint shimmer, as if acknowledging Misty's presence. She took a moment to admire its beauty, finding solace in the tranquility of the snowy surroundings.

"Hey there, Tree," Misty said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I guess you've been keeping my seat warm, huh?"

The tree rustled, almost as if chuckling. Misty took that as an invitation to sit beneath its branches, seeking refuge from the chilly air. As she settled in, she began to speak, her words carrying the weight of unresolved emotions.

"I've been thinking a lot about forgiveness lately," Misty admitted, her gaze fixed on the icicles dangling from the branches. "Winter Wishday is all about that, they say. Forgiving others and, maybe, forgiving ourselves."

The wind whispered through the ruins, and the tree seemed to listen intently.

Misty felt the weight of her words linger in the air as she delved deeper into the painful memories of her encounters with Opaline. She sighed, the frosty breath escaping her lips carrying the bitterness that had settled in her heart.

"I used to look up to Opaline, you know? She was wise and powerful, and I admired her magic. But then, everything changed," Misty confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and frustration. "She didn't just take me away from my family; she manipulated my trust, twisted the bonds we shared. Opaline became someone I couldn't recognize."

The mystical tree seemed to stand still, as if absorbing the gravity of Misty's revelations.

"It wasn't just about being physically trapped," Misty continued, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "Opaline played with my emotions. She made me question everything I thought I knew. It was a mental imprisonment as much as it was physical. I felt isolated, betrayed, and the scars run deep."

A bitter wind swept through the ruins, carrying with it the echoes of Misty's past pain. The snowflakes danced around her, a silent audience to the recounting of a friendship turned sour.

"I remember the moments when I pleaded with her, tried to reason with her," Misty recounted, her voice growing more animated. "But Opaline had succumbed to the allure of dark magic, and reason had no place in her heart. She reveled in the chaos she caused, in the fear she instilled. And worst of all, she sought to drain everypony's magic – our essence, our very identities."

Misty shivered, not just from the cold, but from the memories that threatened to consume her. The winter landscape seemed to mirror the chill in her heart.

"The worst part," Misty added, her tone dropping to a whisper, "was that she almost succeeded. Equestria was on the brink of destruction. Families torn apart, friendships shattered. The very fabric of our world was unraveling because of her actions."

The tree's branches swayed, as if acknowledging the gravity of the tale. Misty leaned against its trunk, finding comfort in the silent presence of the magical entity.

"I still have nightmares about those days," Misty admitted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "About the helplessness, the despair. And it's not just about what she did to me. It's about what she almost did to everypony I love. My friends, my family, everypony in Equestria."

The snow continued to fall, covering the ruins and Misty in a quiet, white embrace. She took a moment to collect herself, to breathe through the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

"But you know what, Tree?" Misty said, her voice resolute. "I refuse to be defined by the darkness Opaline brought into my life. Yes, she treated me horribly, and yes, the scars remain. But I won't let her actions dictate who I am. I won't let her poison linger in my heart forever."

As Misty spoke those words, a soft glow enveloped the tree, as if it resonated with her determination. The air, though cold, seemed to carry a hint of warmth, a promise of healing.

"But my friends," Misty said, a warmth in her voice, "they've been helping me. They remind me that forgiveness isn't about forgetting or excusing what happened. It's about letting go of the hold the past has on you."

"I'm learning to forgive, Tree," Misty confessed, her gaze fixed on the now-glowing branches. "Not for her sake, but for mine. I won't let Opaline's darkness cast a shadow over the person I want to become. Winter Wishday, forgiveness, and the support of my friends – that's the light I choose to embrace."

The tree responded with a gentle sway, as if encouraging Misty to share more.

"I want to forgive Opaline, Tree. I really do," Misty confessed. "But it's not easy. It's like there's this storm inside me, and forgiveness is the calm I'm desperately seeking."

"I miss my family, Tree. I miss the way things used to be before Opaline's darkness touched our lives," Misty whispered, her voice filled with longing. "But I also know that I've grown stronger because of it. And maybe, just maybe, forgiving Opaline is the next step in finding peace."

The wind picked up, swirling the snow around Misty and the mystical tree. In the distance, the sounds of Winter Wishday festivities echoed through the air – laughter, carols, and the joyous clatter of hooves against the snowy ground.

"I've come here today, on Winter Wishday, because I believe in the magic of forgiveness," Misty declared, her eyes shining with determination. "Opaline may have taken a lot from me, but I won't let her take my heart. I won't let her darkness define who I am."

The tree glowed brighter, its branches reaching out as if to embrace Misty. It was a silent affirmation.

Misty sat beneath the mystical tree, gratitude etched across her features. "Thank you, Tree," she said, a tear glistening in her eye. "Thank you for listening, for understanding. Maybe, with time, I'll learn to forgive Opaline. Until then, I'll cherish the warmth of Winter Wishday and the love of my friends."

As Misty's words lingered in the air, she hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively leaning against the bark of the trunk, "Opaline, are you in there somewhere? Can you hear me?" The wind carried her words into the stillness of the ruins, and for a moment, Misty half-expected a response.

The mystical tree, however, remained silent. It stood tall and unmoving, its branches adorned with a delicate layer of snow. Misty waited, her heart pounding with uncertainty. Then, unexpectedly, a small bud appeared on one of the branches.

Misty's eyes widened with surprise. "Is that... a flower?" she wondered aloud.

The bud continued to grow, unfolding its petals with an ethereal grace. It was a beautiful bloom, radiant against the backdrop of the winter landscape. Misty felt a flicker of hope – a silent answer to her question.

"Opaline, if you're in there, give me a sign," Misty whispered, her voice barely audible.

As if in response, the flower, once vibrant and full of life, suddenly caught fire. Flames danced along its delicate petals, a fiery display that startled Misty. She gasped, her eyes widening as the unexpected spectacle unfolded.

"Yup, that figures," Misty muttered, a wry smile playing on her lips. She watched as the flames consumed the flower, a brief but intense burst of heat and light. Just as quickly as it had ignited, the fire was extinguished, leaving behind nothing but a wisp of smoke and the charred remains of what once bloomed so beautifully.

Misty stared at the remnants of the burned flower, a mix of emotions playing across her face. She sighed, a mixture of disappointment and acceptance in her tone. "Well, Opaline, if that's your way of saying something, I guess I'll take it."

The mystical tree, seemingly unperturbed by the brief burst of flames, stood as a silent witness to the exchange. Misty lingered for a moment longer, contemplating the symbolism of the flower and its fiery demise.

"Maybe one day, you'll find peace," Misty said with determination. "Until then, I'll be here, learning to forgive and moving forward. The warmth of Winter Wishday, the love of my friends – that's where I'll find the strength to face whatever comes next."

With a final glance at the mystical tree, Misty rose to her hooves, leaving the ruins behind. The snow-covered landscape stretched before her, a canvas of endless possibilities. As she ventured back into the Winter Wishday festivities, Misty carried with her the memory of the burning flower, a symbol of the challenges that lay ahead on her journey toward forgiveness.