It was after midnight and Blizzard tossed in bed, moaning
in pain. He dreamt fire everywhere. In the center was him as
a baby pony wearing his golden necklace and sitting in the snow
crying. Fire waved wildly all around him, sparks flew and crackled.
The sound roared loudly in his ear. He could do nothing but cry.
The heat of the fire didn't touch him, the ground was burnt except
for the ground he sat on. he continued to cry, tears poured from
his eyes and dripping like a waterfall to the ground. He looked
around but only saw fire.
Blizzard suddenly jumped awake, he felt his head and realized
he was sweating which never happened in his sleep. He stood up
and looked at his bed.
"Again?" Blizzard thought looking at his frozen bed.
He left the shack not even bothering to put on his cloak. He
stood tall feeling the cool breeze blowing through his ice blue
coat and cooling him off.
He closed his eyes but all he thought about was his dream. He
didn't feel like sleeping so he decided to go for a walk.
He walked through the dark forest, bumping into rocks and
trees at times. When he left the forest he was relieved that
the moon was out giving light and the street lights were on.
Ever house had their lights off. The street were quiet, no one
was outside or away. He roamed around the streets with his head
lowered and thinking about Lunarstar.
"I really do lover her," He continued to say, "so
that's what love is. It all makes sense."
He thought about the dance party when he had spent time with
her. He thought about when she show him her favorite spot, then
he show her his spot. He remembered her smile, laugh and was
there to help with the flowers. He remembered everything he did
to Blueberry and how mad he was at Blueberry. He could tell that
Blueberry loved her but Blizzard also loved her. Yet one thing
puzzled him, who did Lunarstar love?
He thought about seeing other ponies and their families, they
too showed love. He remembered seeing Blueberry's family pictures,
love was there with them. As he thought of many things he found
himself walking up Lunarstar's street. He thought back when he
was in the ice cream shop and a family walked in. The son wanted
something the the parents said yes, he didn't know what it was
then that was he was missing but he does now. The family loved
each other, it was something he never experienced. He walked
to Lunarstar's house and stared up at the windows, knowing she
was in one of them. He thought of his father and all the times
he had yelled at him, burned him untold number of times and imprisoning
him in the house. Giving him orders never to mingle with other
ponies, never to talk to them or play with them or be curious.
Blizzard looked at his feet and rubbed his hairy feet with one
hoof, he remembered the burns his father gave him as a warning
but Blizzard knew that it was far to late. He had mingled with
other ponies, he had talked with them and his curiosity got the
best of him. He even found love, something he was sure his father
would be furious with him for.
Blizzard closed his eyes for a minute then he looked up at the
house, "He has never shown any love for me." Blizzard
turned and began walking back to the shack, "I don't think
he loves me nor does he want me to feel love." He suddenly
felt as if his eyes were opened, he knew something about his
father was dangerously wrong, something he was afraid to find
He walked through the forest to his shack. Once he arrived
he walked inside and remember that his bed was all ice. He grabbed
his cloak and left the shack. Then he laid on the ground with
his cloak covering him.
He looked up at the stars twinkling brightly through the openings
in the trees.
"What am I going to do?" Blizzard thought.
He soon found himself drifting off to a deep sleep.