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Son of Winter: Frost [AiE]

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  1. >Light seeps in from the clutter of trees and leaves as you walk along the beaten path.
  2. >The odd sounds of the creatures of the massive jungle, some stalking you, some fleeing from you.
  3. >The only reason you’re walking to town now is because you’ve been called out from your house in the Everfree by your only neighbor, a strange zebra named Zecora
  4. >She had asked you to head to town to help with something.
  5. >You faintly recall it being about the teacher wanting some help on history.
  6. >Of course you tried to say no, about how you dislike going to town... but that zebra...
  7. >She, well... she scares you. You have no idea what she’s able to do, or what freaky voodoo crap she might curse you with.
  8. >With a sigh, you take a long drag on your pipe to calm your nerves as you walk along the path to town, each step making the piccolo on your neck bounce along with your knapsack as you think of what you’re going to say to the town's folk.
  9. >You let your mind wander for a while before settling on answering the question of who it was that leaked your existence.
  10. >Zecora knows your disdain for encountering ponies and only four other ponies know you.
  11. >You know exactly who it was and how you’re going to deal with them.
  12. >With a scowl, you reach the edge of jungle.
  13. >If anyone saw you now, they’d probably run or gawk at you, yelling or whispering something like...
  14. >”Sweet Celestia! Something just walked out of the forest!”
  15. “It’s a jungle, you ignorant twat!”
  16. >You stand there with your two hooves planted firmly on the ground,holding your knapsack in your left and holding your pipe in your right, watching the pony run towards the town.
  17. >That pony acted like they've never seen a satyr.
  18. >He runs in the direction of the town.
  19. >You’d like to get your job done and over with as soon as possible so you can return home, so after adjusting your belt, you continue on your way to the town.
  20. >It’s not long before you’re almost in the town square.
  21.  
  22. >You barely just get in the town when that pony from before starts a small panic.
  23. >Wanting to keep moving, you try to ignore them, but it doesn’t look like you’re going to get anywhere anytime soon.
  24. >A small panic and a mob start to form around you.
  25. >Seeing only one easy way to stop this commotion, you let out a sigh.
  26. >Dropping your knapsack, you smother the ember in your pipe and put it in the pouch you carry around your waist.
  27. >Calmly, you raise your piccolo to your lips and blow softly.
  28. >The ponies calm down and stare at you intently.
  29. >Once you get in a good rhythm, you close your eyes and start to move.
  30. >You carried yourself as if you were a leaf blowing and dancing in the wind
  31. >With closed eyes, you could only but imagine the silent crowd watch with baited breath as you dance away.
  32. >Whenever you play your piccolo, you enter your own world; a world comprised of only you and the music.
  33. >With a push of a single leg, you hop from your left leg to your right and use the momentum to spin around.
  34. >With the end of the spin, you feel that you've done more than enough to please the crowd.
  35. >You cease playing your piccolo and open your eyes.
  36. >The stern look on your face still remains, along with the same dull expression.
  37. “Was that enough to calm you morons down?”
  38. >They’re all silent, looking at you for answers.
  39. >One familiar looking pony breaks through the dense crowd and greets you.
  40. >”Well howdy, Anon! Ah didn’t expect you to get here so fast!”
  41. >Your eye twitches a bit and you crouch down.
  42. “Applebloom. Didn’t I ask you—no, make you promise—to tell no one of my existence?”
  43. >She looks down and kicks at the ground, knocking a bit of dirt loose.
  44. >”Yes...”
  45. “Now, would you mind telling me how did that teacher came to learn of me?”
  46. >She glances up at you, still kicking the ground.
  47. >”She asked the class to bring in a pony to tell the story of Hearth’s Warming Eve...”
  48. “And I popped into your mind?”
  49. >She nods. “I spoke up without thinking...”
  50. >You glare at her and she shrinks back.
  51.  
  52.  
  53. >”I thought of you when you were telling me, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle those old stories... You told them with large smile on your face.”
  54. >You glare at her.
  55. “That’s not going to work, kid.”
  56. >You swear you hear her say “tch.”
  57. >”I’ll tell Zecroa you wouldn’t do it!”
  58. >Your eyes widen at the mention of Zecora and you defensively raise your hands.
  59. “No, please don’t. I’ll do it!”
  60. >She smirks.
  61. “But... There’s a glaring problem in your plan.”
  62. >She looks up at you as you grab your knapsack.
  63. “I’ve told you this once before. I’m not a pony. I’m a satyr.”
  64. >She smiles and jumps around you.
  65. “Now we have a teacher to find, don’t we?”
  66. >She looks up to you and smiles before nodding. “Yeah!”
  67. >You pick her up and position her on your head.
  68. “Now do me a favor and lead the way.”
  69. >For the time being, you're going to have to act your best and put on a smile... no matter how uncomfortable you are.
  70. >So with a false smile and a seemingly gleeful jump up, you get on your way with Applebloom leading the way.
  71. >The walk to the schoolhouse is short and forgettable; the expected gawking and whispering was far from mind.
  72. >Standing in front of the schoolhouse, Applebloom jumps down and tells you to wait there.
  73. >She runs inside and you lean against the side of the building, thinking about rekindling your pipe.
  74. >That idea flees from you when two small fillies walk towards you.
  75. >One has a small tiara on.
  76. >You peg her as an over-privileged brat.
  77. >Her friend looks like someone who just follows the popular one, copying his or her personality.
  78. >They stop in front of you and the pink one starts to talk.
  79. >”What are YOU supposed to be? Nightmare Night was months ago!”
  80. >You don’t like her already, so you decide to keep it short.
  81. “Says the one with a plastic tiara. What’re you, the princess of make-believe?”
  82. >Oh, she’s pissed.
  83. >She stamps her hoof into the ground and yells at you.
  84. >”PLASTIC?! I’ll have you know this was hoof made in Canterlot with real diamonds!”
  85.  
  86.  
  87. “I bet that’s what your daddy said so you’d shut up.”
  88. >She pouts and her friend takes her place.
  89. >”I bet you got that thing in the trash!”
  90. >You trace her hoof to your piccolo.
  91. >Your eye twitches a bit, but you keep your cool and shrug it off.
  92. “By all rights, it costs more than Canterlot Castle. But I’ll let you believe what you want.”
  93. >They’re about to muster up a reply when an excited Applebloom storms outside.
  94. >AB: “Anon! Ms. Cheerilee called you-”
  95. >She stops when she sees the brats.
  96. >AB: “Were they bothering you, Anon?”
  97. >You shake your head.
  98. “Not really, no. So, you were saying?”
  99. >AB: “You can go in now.”
  100. “Alright then.”
  101. >You push off the side of the building and turn to the door, shooting one last glare at the two of the fillies.
  102. >Trudging yourself in through the doorway, you get greeted by widespread murmuring.
  103. >You glance down at Applebloom.
  104. “You remembered to tell them I wasn’t exactly a pony... right?”
  105. >AB: “I knew I forgot something!”
  106. >You groan and smack your face with your hand.
  107. “Let’s get this over with...”
  108. >You walk up to who you assume to be the teacher and bow.
  109. “I assume you’re the teacher of the class?”
  110. >”Err, I.. I am...”
  111. >You raise up and examine the teacher.
  112. >Upon looking at her, you see that she's nothing special: a mare of cerise colour and a two toned mane comprised of two shades of pink.
  113. >You can see she feels a tad uneasy as she shuffles back.
  114. >Sighing, you hold up your right hand.
  115. “I mean no harm, Ms..?”
  116. >She stops moving back and answers your question.
  117. >”Cheerilee...”
  118. “Ms. Cheerilee. I was contacted by a... neighbour... that told me you were looking for a storyteller. Am I wrong?”
  119. >She shakes her head. “No. It’s just that..”
  120. >You cut her off. “You weren’t expecting something like me? I get that a lot. If you want, I can leave.”
  121. >She looks at you and then to the ground, as if she was disappointed at herself.
  122. >C: “No, please. Stay.”
  123. >You nod.
  124. “Now, when am I to start?”
  125. >C: “After you introduce yourself.”
  126. >You scowl at that. You should have thought that a name would have come up.
  127.  
  128.  
  129. >You walk over to the nearby desk and place your knapsack on it.
  130. >Opening it, you rummage through it for the proper volume.
  131. >Finding it, you return to the front of the class.
  132. “As Ms. Cheerilee said, introductions are required. So, I’ll get this out of the way. I have no name. My mother didn’t name me nor did I have any friends to do so.”
  133. >The class starts to look around when you pause for a second to look for the next words.
  134. >They quiet down when you start to speak.
  135. “For the sake of politeness you may refer to me as either Anonymous or Story Teller. Either or will work.”
  136. >You grab a nearby stool and place in in the front.
  137. “Now, before I start, I have a few rules. They are: No talking while I tell the story, no note passing while I tell the story, and all questions you have will be held at the end of the chapter. Any questions?”
  138. >One colt raises his hoof.
  139. >You nod at him.
  140. >“What are you?”
  141. “A satyr. Half human, half pony. I’m living proof of the events I’m about to tell. Anything else?”
  142. >The colt shakes his head and you see another hoof raised. It’s one of the brats from earlier.
  143. “Nothing? Then I’ll start.”
  144. >You sit down on the stool and open the book.
  145. >DT: “Hey! Don’t ignore me!”
  146. >You look up from your book and glare at her.
  147. “Remember my rules. If you don’t I’ll ask the teacher to boot you from the class.”
  148. >She puts her hoof down and pouts.
  149. >Your gaze returns to the book and you start telling the tale.
  150. “This is the story of Obekant. The Son of Winter.”
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  155.  
  156. >Your eyes are slightly glazed over as you rest peacefully on the icy path.
  157. /It's cold, so cold./
  158. >The dark sky seemingly weeping, its tears have frozen over into droplets of snow and cover the land and parts of your body.
  159. >You feel the cold airs hands slowly climb up your body as you gaze towards the sky.
  160. /What did I do to the gods to earn this as a reward?/ you think to yourself.
  161. >The frosty airs hands now embracing your neck, their cold burn lulling you to sleep.
  162. >You wish to deny the air its dream of giving you eternal rest, but your strength escapes you.
  163. >As your eyes close, you think to yourself /Loki has tricked another one, it seems./
  164. >Your eyes clench shut as an unknown weight steps on your belly, spending the last of your strength.
  165. >You start to stir. You can feel a radiant warmth from nearby; the heat lessening the cold airs grip on your body, letting warmth spread once more.
  166. >You can hear a lurking sound along side the crackle of a fire.
  167. >A silent murmuring, in a language you didn't understand, resonates throughout the area.
  168. >You slowly begin to open your eyes in an effort to understand your location. Your vision isn't in the best of shape as you look upon a hazy and dimly lit cave wall.
  169. >Your mind too, is glossed over as you slowly and painfully scan the room.
  170. >With each turn of your neck, the murmuring in the room gets louder and the pain more intense.
  171. >It's not long before your eyes rest upon the fire and what lies past it.
  172. >If you weren't in such a state of exhaustion, you'd might have questioned what you saw, might have even tried to flee from it; for what you saw was two brightly colored and heavily deformed horses.
  173. >Before you put your head back down, you swore you saw the one with pastry hat extend its neck to impossible lengths and emit a large gasp.
  174. >After what you saw, you welcome either sleep or death.
  175.  
  176. >Voices. Voices chatter some distance away from you.
  177. >You can't make out what they're saying.
  178. >Not yet. Groaning once more, you rise up and open your eyes.
  179. >Pain screams at you from every inch of your body, demanding you to lay back down.
  180. >You power on through despite its efforts to make you still.
  181. >Scanning the dimly lit cave, you quietly look for the earlier heard voices.
  182. >Your eyes rest upon two still figures in the distant side of the cave.
  183. >Their large eyes shine bright with life, and fear, as they fixate on your every movement.
  184. >Looking around, you scan for a close wall to lean against.
  185. >Luckily, you don't have to move far as it seems there's a wall immediately to your left.
  186. >Slowly you move your body and lean against the wall, looking to the figures.
  187. >After a moment, you kindly break the silence and uneasy stares with an uneasy voice..
  188. "You the ones who dragged me into this place, away from the cold?" You ask, "If so, I must thank you with all my being... But I must also ask, what are you? I haven't seen anything like you before..."
  189. >You think to yourself for a second before shaking your head.
  190. “I’m not even sure you can understand me...”
  191. >They look at each other for a second.
  192. >When one returns its gaze at you, the fear in its eyes was replaced by utter joy as it seems to hop forward, a big grin on its face.
  193. >The closer it gets to the fire, the more you can make out of what it is.
  194. >It seems to be a pink horse like creature, and appears to be wearing a pile of dung on its head.
  195. When it spoke, it was as you had always imagined the chatter of a wild faerie might sound.
  196. “That’s a silly question! What are we? Why, we’re ponies of course! How about you, huh? What’re you?”
  197. >It starts hopping towards you when you hear another voice.
  198. >”Uh, your Chancellorship, I wouldn’t get so close to it...”
  199. >You can slightly make out what the other one looks like; It’s an orange horse wearing a puffy vest and a hat.
  200. >It’s eyes waver with a bit of doubt.
  201. >You slowly raise your hand and the pink one stops.
  202.  
  203.  
  204. “I won’t cause any harm. Even if I wanted to, I’m not in the shape. It hurts just to speak.”
  205. >You lower your hand, causing the pink one to start jumping towards you at a faster rate than before.
  206. “You asked what I was? I’m a Nord. A Nord farmer to be exact.”
  207. >”Oh!” the pink one exclaims. “You’re just like us!”
  208. >You raise an eyebrow.
  209. “I am? I see no resemblance. The only thing I can even think that match up with me, is the language.”
  210. >The orange one speaks up.
  211. >”She means we’re all farmers in here. When she said we’re ponies, she left out that we’re earth ponies.”
  212. “There’s other types?”
  213. >The pink one nods. “There are three types of ponies. The barbaric pegasi and the rotten unicorns! Both of them bully us and use us to grow their food... But that’s going to change when we find some new land!”
  214. >She laughs a bit, but that laugh soon sounds forced.
  215. >The pink one is standing by the fire, now.
  216. >Judging from her looks, she hasn’t eaten that much in a while. You think the same for the orange one.
  217. >It’s silent for a moment again, mostly because you don’t want to pry on their situation, until the pink one breaks the silence.
  218. >”Oh, silly me! We never said our names! I’m Chancellor Puddinghead, and that over there is my faithful advisor Smart Cookie.”
  219. >SC:”Nice to meet you...?”
  220. “Obekant. That’s my given name.”
  221. >SC: “Nice to meet you, Obekant.”
  222. “Likewise to you two.”
  223. >Puddinghead lets out a yawn.
  224. >CP: “ I’m beat... We spent all night watching you...”
  225. >She walks over to Cookies side and lays down.
  226. >CP” I’ll be taking a nap... Wake me up when it’s time to leave...”
  227. >Cookie looks at Puddinghead and then back to you.
  228. >SC: “I might as well follow suit. What she said wasn’t wrong... We were sorta scared of what you were...”
  229. “Then why would you help me?”
  230. >She looks down to the ground.
  231. >SC: ”We... we couldn’t stand to see another being die like that.”
  232.  
  233.  
  234. >You smile. “Thanks. Never would I have thought that such kind beings would exist, but today I was proven wrong. I think it’s best for you to turn in as well. I feel a bit tired as well.”
  235. >She smiles. “I think I will.”
  236. >Laying down, she curls up and uses her tail as a cushion.
  237. >You stay up and look into the fire for a moment.
  238. >The dancing flames play upon your thoughts as you rethink the past hours; the question of where you are popping into your mind.
  239. >Leaning your head back against the wall, you decide to ask that when everyone is awake.
  240. >Sliding down, you return to the bedding you woke up on and shortly fall asleep.
  241.  
  242.  
  243. >You shut the book and look around the class, allowing your eyes rest on the teacher.
  244. “Alright. I assume an hour is good enough, Ms. Cheerilee?”
  245. >She nods and goes to speak.
  246. >You cut her off by standing up and speaking before her.
  247. “If, and when, you would like me to do this again, ask Applebloom to summon me. She knows where I live and is one of the few brave enough to visit me often.”
  248. >C: “Well, if it’s not too much, would you mind coming out everyday?”
  249. >A scowl grows on your face.
  250. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
  251. >She frowns.
  252. >C: “How about every other day, then?”
  253. >You see something move towards you and the teacher.
  254. >Glancing down, you see Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo standing next to you.
  255. >They all speak up at once.
  256. >CMC: “He’d gladly do it everyday!”
  257. “I would?”
  258. >Scootaloo tugs on your belt slightly, signaling for you to crouch.
  259. >You bend over and she whispers quietly into your ear.
  260. >S: “If you don’t, Zecora will pay you a visit.”
  261. >You shoot a glare at her a glare and stand back up.
  262. >C: “Something the matter?
  263. >You shake your head and sigh.
  264. “No... and as they said. I can do everyday...”
  265. >You speak with a slightly defeated voice.
  266. “Not that I WANT to...” you say, under your breath.
  267. >Cheerilee doesn’t notice what you said is smiles a big smile.
  268. >C: “Excellent! I can’t wait to hear the next of the story!”
  269. >You nod and look out the nearby window, noticing the time.
  270. >Eliciting a groan, you turn towards the desk and start talking.
  271. “Alright. I’m going to get going. I have about an hour long walk to not enjoy.”
  272. >As you pack, you hear Cheerilee speak up.
  273. >C: “Where do you live?”
  274. “Middle of the Everfree.”
  275. >Her eyes widen and she places a hoof over her mouth.
  276.  
  277. >C: “In the middle of that dangerous jungle?”
  278. >You give a grunt before replying.
  279. “Don’t you have a class to be teaching?”
  280. >C: “Well, yes.. but”
  281. “Then get to teaching. I’m leaving now.”
  282. >You faintly hear her say her goodbyes before you exit the door.
  283. >Trudging along your way, you hope to get home before THEY wake up…
  284. >You’re not in the mood to fight them off. Hell, you’re never in the mood to fight them off.
  285. >Just thinking about them makes you cringe.
  286. >Deciding to calm your nerves, you reach into the pouch you placed your pipe.
  287. >Grabbing around inside of your bag, you find it and pull it free, along with a single match.
  288. >Walking close to a stall, you light the match on the counter and ignite the contents of your pipe.
  289. >You can faintly hear a pony yelling at you, but you quickly drown them out with a long drag on your pipe.
  290. >As your sense dull along with your thoughts, you exhale the smoke and look up to the sky as you walk to the Everfree, thinking of the events to transpire.
  291. >It’s been ages since you have had told the story of Obekant…
  292. >Thinking about your ancestor, you adjust your belt; it’s a habit that emerges when you think of him.
  293. >The tarnished silver “O” on the buckle glimmers in the light of the afternoon sun.
  294. >You glance back in the direction of the school house, thinking of the days to come.
  295. >Who knows? They might be fun.
  296. >With another long drag on your pipe, you kick your stride into overdrive, hoping to beat the sun back home.
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