Escutcheon jerked awake a little after two hours past midnight. He looked around the room it was bathed in the soft blue of his sapphire. The fire in the room's fireplace was dead and the blizzard was still raging outside. He shivered and wrapped his blanket around himself. It was so cold that he could see his breath and the breath of everyone else. He rubbed his eyes and slowly rolled out of bed. "What's going on here?" he asked as he looked around for his saddle bags. They were right where he had left them in the corner of the room. He started fishing around in his saddle bag for the sapphire. "Where is it I know I put it in here somewhere." It took him nearly a minute until he finally found the sapphire, and pulled it out of his bag. "Why are you glowing you're going to wake everyone up."
"The storm isn't real."
"What?" Escutcheon looked around as the blue glow slowly faded from the room. Leaving him sitting on the floor next to his saddlebags as the blizzard beat against the small mountain inn. "The storm isn't real?" he asked looking out the window. "It feels real." He pulled the blanket tighter around himself, and walked over to the window. His horn started to glow as he looked out at the white out just on the other side of the glass. "What the?" Escutcheon took a step back. He looked over at the others and quickly and quietly snuck out of the room and headed straight down the stairs. The main room of the inn. The main room which had been full and lively when they had come in was now completely empty. The main fire had completely died, and the entire inn felt like it was about to freeze over. He pulled the blanket tighter to around him but even with it and his pajamas he still felt the cold stabbing through his white coat.
"Isn't real? It feels plenty real to me," he said. "What am I doing this is completely insane."
"You are not insane." The sapphire says glowing. "The storm is a conjuration, a lie. There should be no storm blowing out there. It has only just been conjured a few days ago."
"But who would. Somepony's trying to sabotage the talks." He looked out at the storm. "But that kind of power."
"Give to me your power for just a moment." The blue glow filled the room. "I know the spell, I can break this spell and make certain that it can not be cast again for quite some time."
"And why would you do that Tempest Storm?" Escutcheon asked. "Why would I trust you?"
"I am not Tempest Storm." The voice whispered from everywhere. "You seek what I seek. The destruction of the gems. You are marked for it. And you wish for this storm to end to help the bat. I can do that for you. But I need you to give me your power for just a moment."
"Fine." Escutcheon looked out the window. "Just this once and just to help Dusk." He gulped and set the Sapphire down. His horn began to glow as the sapphire was enveloped in his magic. He slowly felt his consciousness slipping away from him. He fell limply to the floor. A blueish figure beginning to manifest from the Sapphire a blueish pony figure.
"It will be just a moment. Hold on child." That was all that Escutcheon heard as the world fell away into blackness.