Secret OC Origins Compilation

by Jeweled Pen

Snigurka 01

Play Write sighed as she looked over the week's assignment. It wasn't a very difficult one, she'd just asked the children to draw a picture and a few small lines for what they planned to do over the summer. She smiled at a few of them. Little Mac said he was planning to clear one of the family's fields all by himself, with an adorable little drawing of him kicking a tree over and making apples rain down. Well, it was more like a little brown blob, with a green blob on top and red dots falling all over. But it was the effort that counted. Rarity had of course drawn a wondrous sketch of her next costume, intending to outdo the ones she'd made for the play. Her lines were impeccable and the level of detail was amazing for one so young. She couldn't help but feel a small bout of pride at her students and how well they were developing. Why, just the other day one of her eldest students, Cheerilee, had approached her and said she hoped to be a teacher one day. For a moment she lowered the paperwork and sighed, it was moments like that, that made all the hard work with it.

She flipped through the paperwork a few more times, humming as she marked down grades. Then she came to one that made her pause and give another soft sigh. Snigurka. Of course. The little filly had been having trouble ever since she'd moved to town. Her paper was about what Play expected, a snowball fight and snowpony. If this was about winter vacation, the assignment would have been perfect. Except it was in the middle of summer and there would be no sign of snow or ice for many, many months. Daydreaming was fine, but this was bordering on obsession.

Play got to her hooves and trotted to the window, looking out over the children playing and let out another soft, gentle groan.

Across the playground, an almost completely white unicorn filly was sitting in the sand box. The only color was in her hooves and the tips of her mane and tail, which were a light greenish-blue. She was making a snow pony, or at least trying to make one in the sand. So far all she had managed to do was make a slightly larger pile of sand.

A glob of wet sand landed on her head, making her shake it and look up curiously. “Go away,” she grumbled as she tried wiping it off.

“Are you trying to make a sand pony again?” the light brown earth pony with a black mane asked. “It's not snow, blank flank.”

“Shut up, Filthy,” the unicorn grumbled as she tried mixing it up again. A moment later a wet glob of sand hit her in the face, making her growl. “Leave me alone!”

“Or what?” the colt asked with a grin. “Also, it's Rich.”

She glared and picked up a small scoop of sand and tried chucking it at him. It was dry and scattered to the winds, blowing into her face and making her cough and hack.

He burst into laughter, a hoof covering his mouth. “Really, blank flank? You shouldn't beat yourself up like that.” Filthy reached down to pick up another clump of wet sand, pre-wetted by the small bucket of water he'd brought. A low cough made him pause.

“Filthy Rich,” Play said, her voice angry and chilling the colt to the bone. “Just what do you think you're doing?”

He gulped softly, dropping the sand. “I-I was just--”

“I know exactly what you were 'just' and you're going to be coming with me to 'just' sit out the rest of recess.”

“But--”

“Now,” the teacher said, her tone allowing no argument.. Every filly and colt in the playground turned to stare as the colt gulped and slowly followed after their teacher, back into the school.

Snigurka watched them leave, before slowly making her way to the wet deposits of sand and using them to try and make her sand pony. By the time recess was over, she managed to make part of one leg that was kind of staying together.

She joined the other children as they trotted back into the school. As she passed the door, Play gently tapped her on the shoulder. “Snigurka? I'd like to talk with you after class.”

The filly looked up. “But I didn't do anything, I--”

“You're not in trouble,” Play interrupted, smiling down at her. “I just want to talk with you.”

Snigurka slowly nodded, though she couldn't help but feel a little worry in the pit of her stomach. She took a seat and stared forward, fidgeting nervously in her seat as the class continued and their assignments were passed back to them. The class was almost over and, fortunately, she could see she wasn't the only one fidgeting. After class summer vacation started. Two whole weeks of doing whatever they wanted, all day. Anypony would be ecstatic. When the bell finally rang there was practically a stampede towards the door as ponies ran to get out.

All except for Snigurka, who sat in her chair with her legs crossed, nervously waiting for the hammer to fall. Play didn't make her wait long, trotting over and giving a gentle smile. “Snigurka, I wanted to talk with you about your summer plans.”

The dread spilled out of the filly. “That's all?”

“Yes. Are you and your family going out of town for the vacation?”

“No, why?”

“So you'll be spending the two weeks in Ponyville?”

“Yes.”

Play let out a soft sigh. “You do know that there won't be any snow during this season, correct? Summer is when it's warm. We won't have snow again until winter.”

The child slowly nodded, though she looked troubled now.

“Then why did you say you'll be having snowball fights during vacation?”

Snigurka looked down at her assignment and slid lower into her seat. “I... I was going to make snow. U-using magic.”

Play let out another soft sigh. Well, at least the child wasn't afraid to dream big. But she'd seen far too often the dangers of young unicorns biting off more than they could chew. “Now honey, the pegasi set up the weather. It's not for unicorns to be messing with it, especially not one so young.”

The child sheepishly poked at the ground. “I wasn't going to steal a cloud or anything. I-I was going to make my own, just a small one. A real tiny one. N-nopony could notice. Just for fun. And--”

Play smiled and gave a little nod. “I see.” A smile formed on her lips. If the child wanted to try so hard, at the very least she could direct her efforts in some way she wouldn't hurt herself. “Okay then. How did you plan on doing this?”

The child opened her mouth, before closing it. She opened it again, before falling silent a second time. She then smiled and gave a nod. “Magic.”

“Oh, I don't doubt there will be magic involved. But what kind of magic do you plan to use? Have you been studying ice magic?”

“Oh, yes!” the child said excitedly, taking the teacher aback.

“You have? Which kinds?”

“When we went up north to visit my grandparents last winter they showed me all kinds of spells and things!”

“Really? They showed you how to use them as well?”

That made the child pause. She looked down sheepishly. “Ummmm... a little.”

“How little?”

“I can make ice cubes freeze faster in the freezer...” the child said, hanging her head.

Play shook her head and sighed. She had a duty to encourage her children, but also to keep them safe. The earth pony gently scratched her chin and watched the filly before giving a nod. “Well then, if you truly wish to do this, I'll see what I can do to help.”

“Really?” the child asked, hopping up quickly, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Of course. Come along.” She trotted towards the door and lead the filly towards the library. Now, Ponyville was an earth pony town, but there were still the occasional unicorn that popped up. As such, their library did have the basic spell books needed for the beginning user of magic. They also had quite a few on weather, to help the beginning pegasus who wished to make that their choice in career.

Play looked through the tomes before pulling out two thick ones and placing them down gently in front of the child. “You'll need these if you want to get anywhere with your magic.” The mare said firmly.

Snigurka stared at them, before looking up. “But... they're so big,” she whined.

“This is a tome on basic temperature control magic,” Play said before sliding the larger one forward. “Before you can even begin to consider making your own snow, you'll need to need to understand the principles.”

Snigurka groaned. She wanted to make snow to play with, not so she could learn all this... stuff. “But that'll be boring!”

“It's the only way to learn. It's that, or giving up on--”

“I'll do it!” The filly grabbed the book in her magic so quickly it flew up and smacked her on the snout. “Ow.” She then let out a little sneeze as the dust spilled over her.

“This other book is about winter weather. It'll teach you about the way the clouds work, how the pegasi form them and how each snow flake is made. You'll need this next if you want to create your own snow.”

The child groaned but took the second as well. She slid them into her backpack, which groaned under the increased weight. The child nodded.

“Good. Now, if you read these books and practice what they tell you, I'm sure you'll be able to learn all about creating snow,” Play said with a gentle smile.

“Really?” Snigurka asked, her eyes alight.

“Yes. You just need to practice, practice, practice. With research, there is no limits to what you can achieve.”

“Thanks Miss Write!” the filly said before galloping off. The sight of her bouncing along with the books in her bags made the teacher smile. At least now the child would probably forget about all that snow making when time for fun came about. Or maybe she'd even finish the books and properly learn the spells, though it wouldn't be easy.

But, if nothing else, at least now the filly wouldn't accidentally hurt herself by doing the wrong spells. She'd seen to many unicorns who blew their horns out when they tried to master something without the proper research.

Snigurka giggled gleefully as she trotted out of the schoolyard. With these books she'd have snow falling all over the place in a week. First thing she was going to do was make a snowpony. Second thing she was going to do was toss a snowball in Filthy's smug face.

“What are you so happy about?” Filthy asked, glaring at her. She stopped and stared at him, he was waiting just outside the schoolyard.

“None of your business,” she said quickly, trying to move by him. He didn't block her way, but as she walked by her bag got mysteriously lighter.

He snorted. “Winter weather? It's summer break. Or are you hoping this will help your sand ponies?” He held up the thinner of the two books.

She turned and glared. “F-for your information, I'm going to learn how to make it snow, in the summer! I have all these books and--”

He burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Really? You can't make it snow in the summer. It's too hot. Everypony knows that.”

She felt the color rush to her cheeks as anger built. “W-well I will! I'll make tons of snow! In fact, in two weeks, the whole school will be covered in snow! J-just you wait!”

He cocked an eye, snickering softly. “Really? Wanna bet?”

“Yeah! Just you wait! I... ummm... desserts for a week! A whole week!”

Filthy stared for a moment, before slowly nodding. “Fine. One whole week of desserts. Easiest treats I've ever gotten,” he said with a snort.

Snigurka took her book back in her magic and stormed off. She'd show him. She was going to show everypony. In fact, she'd have snow falling by the end of the week. That would give her a whole week to rub it in Filthy's face before school started.