Chapter 10: Blizzard
Entry... Oh I can’t remember. Sometime in mid Winter.
It’s gotten colder. Really cold. I swear I could freeze and Trixie is the same. We’ve gotten along so well lately we’ve taken to sleeping on the same side of the fire, more often than not in this weather in the same bedroll simply for warmth. Two blankets don’t seem to be enough either sometimes.
I feel like I might die in this weather, but... so long as I have Trixie beside me and she’s okay, I’m okay with that. I haven’t been completely honest with you dear reader. I know I’ve kept saying we’re just friends and that’s how it was going to stay but... Well, I don’t want to be just friends. She speaks to me in first pony now, utterly and completely. I can’t help but cuddle closer to her on the coldest of nights, or even those less cold. I want to protect her, hold her...
I don’t want to leave her.
She’s still as annoyingly chatty as she was, but it’s endearing now. She’s told me what really happened back at Ponyville and I understand now why she wanted to avoid it so badly. It isn’t something I like to admit, but I actually felt sorry for her. It’s something that has had me deep in thought for some time. I allowed Trixie to file my horn just a little before winter and she showed me how to do it so I could file hers now.
The days don’t even seem to ever come now, it’s seems to always be night. It’s so dark all the time... and so damn cold. We haven’t seen anywhere since Canterlot last month I think it was and we’re running low on supplies. I don’t know what I’m going to do... but I won’t let her die. I simply can’t.
I’ll update this as I can, when I can focus enough to write with magic, since my hooves simply don’t have the dexterity in this cold.
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Great and Powerful Journal entry one hundred and four.
I’m cold... so cold. Ro-siing shivers at night whilst he sleeps and I think he’s cuddling closer because he thinks I’m too cold. It is cold... but no amount of warmth in the world would comfort me if he isn’t there with me. I’ve come to depend upon him. His music keeps my spirits up and his warm body against mine at night keeps me up and running. We’ve got almost no supplies left, and I’m afraid the closest town is Ponyville. Trixie lost her cape and hat a long time ago to fierce winds when we hit a blizzard. They were cheap trinkets anyway.
But still... Trixie can’t perform without a costume.
I’m not sure what to do... but if there’s no other choice, I will risk Ponyvilles’ retribution to save him, even if it ends up killing me. He shouldn’t die here, unhappy as he is. He should grow old in his own lands with his family. Not here... not now.. not with me.
Trixie... No, I can feel the cold fingers of the darkest nights gripping my spine with a death grip. Trixie doesn’t want to die... Trixie is still so young and has so much to see.. so much to learn...
But Trixie cannot outlast this cold forever. I’m not sure how much longer I can last... But.. if I’m like this and I’m from Equestria, imagine what Ro, who’s used to the warm plains, is feeling. By Celestia, I have to get him to Ponyville. He’ll be safe there. They have nothing against him and Trixie won’t take no for an answer.
It’s time to move. If we fall asleep this night, we die.
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“Come on! Move!”
Trixie was practically dragging Ro-siing along, his legs stiff. He was staggering rather than walking, and even that came at an effort.
“I.. I can’t Trix... I have t... I need to sleep...”
“No! You sleep out here, you die! That’s how it works now come on!”
Ro-siing was on his last legs, and Trixie was pretty close herself. They were staggering through the Sweet Apple Acres fields and Trixie was getting desperate. She was chilled to the bone and there was a blizzard in full force, the wind biting at her angrily.
“I can’t.. go.. on... Trix... ie...”
Ro-siing collapsed in the snow and Trixie shook her head desperately and grabbed his hoof.
“I WON’T leave you here! Even if I have to drag you!”
Trixie started hauling the stallion along, cursing his muscular physique and her weakness every step of the way. But it wasn’t long before she too succumbed to the howling creature swirling around them, nipping at their fetlocks and biting viciously at their skin. She collapsed, three feet away from the barn door after giving out one last wail of despair.
Two ponies lay in the powdery snow. One with powder blue fur and silvery hair, the other a sky blue with electric yellow hair, the wind howling around them as their heartbeats slowed down and they very slowly stopped breathing.