The Angel with Black Wings

Black’s work was to save lives. He couldn’t believe his happiness. Even though he still couldn’t really understand what happiness is. He was changed. If you look at him while he’s smiling, you can see somepony else for a fraction of a second, then, you blink, you see Black again, and you feel your head heavy. He could stand Canterlot ponies now, it was enough searching the right ones. He had friends, a home (he could sleep in his room at the castle whenever he wants) and a work he liked. He also flew with the Wonderbolts as hobby, sometimes. He didn't like it anyway.

He received a dragon-shaped medal too. The arctic ice inside him was melt, but not completely. He was still cold when alone, but he can easily smile to a friend. He couldn’t feel happiness. Now he can gift it to others. He’s not sure if the Obsidian Chamber really existed, but something happened for sure. White’s spirit was inside him. Physically he was really good-looking, there’s no suprise if Stardust wanted him to call her “Dusty” and she was so jealous for him. They were almost always together. Really best friends. Even if he was joyful...He was sad.

Even if full of sorrow, he was happy.

He's an Angel.

With black wings.

THE END