Ian: The Crawling Kingsnake of Equestria

The shadow of a man trod down icy paths on a winter day. Few cars passed by. Those that did shone bright lights against the foggy air, lighting his face up like it was Christmas Day. There were a couple of instances where he nearly lost his footing, the black ice being a lethal annoyance as it lied in waiting along the innocent street paths, waiting for the right passer-by to slip to an uncomfortable end. Their back end, really, the man had never really heard of anyone slipping and coming out with anything worse than a wet back-end.

A Co-Operative was situated at the end of the street, its manual doors tight shut to keep out the cold. How the man wished they would get some automatic ones, then he wouldn’t need to take his hands out of his pockets to open them and feel them shrivel into party sausages from the cold. Then again, gloves could have been a sensible buy.

The silhouette whistled a bluesy tune as he headed for the shop with his hands deep in the warm pocket of his green winter jacket. It was a short journey to the shop, his house only living around the corner. He felt like having some toast, however he was all out of bread. He decided to out and get some, deeply hoping to find a fresh Warburton’s wholemeal loaf waiting for him on the shelf.

“He’s perfect.” said a female’s voice, watching the man. He didn’t seem to hear the voice, but the narrative talk sounded excited, if not also mischievous.

Then another spoke! This one however sounded a little bit younger and much more concerned. “Are you sure, sister? Something like this hasn’t happened in years.” She warned, her tone much more... Royal and... Well posh, as the man would call it.

The eldest laughed as she recalled the memory her sister spoke of. “And how fun was that, dear sister?” It didn’t sound like she was one to be reasoned with.

“For you, maybe. You never seem to take these things seriously.” Replied the other, slightly agitated.

“I’ve been watching him for three weeks now and he hasn’t failed to impress.” It sounded like the elder sister felt it was time to put across a proper argument. “My judgement stands, my sister of the night, so you shall do nothing but aid me with this. Understood?” But you could also say she felt it was time to put it to rest.

The younger sister was defeated, but not deflated. She did not sound annoyed, only a little bit moany. “Yes.”

“Good. Now on one... two... three!”

The man jumped back in shock as a flash of orange lightening rippled around him, followed by a pallet of blues dancing on the cold floor, finished with some red and green which thundered around the dark figure in the vision.

This time the shadow really did lose his footing and began his fall onto the ice. It was a slow motion descent to an icy depth, the man’s arms were strewn upwards clasping the air for something to hold onto. He had no time to figure out what force ailed him, as before he could land on the freezing concrete pavement he vanished...

Never to claim that freshly baked bread which endlessly called out his name...