3. How it all Ended
They had left Ice in the back room, with nothing to do, just a big fat load of nothing. The floor was cold, yet Ice laid on it, staring at the wood of the walls and roof. He wished that Storm would have let him come out and even just clean tables. However he was still wounded from the battle against River and her using the magic of hatred, and Storm hated letting anyone see there gang was weak, it could mean an unfortunate attack. He laid under his blanket, he could feel his body ache as he moved.
He groaned as he flipped onto his stomach, and stared at the door that led to the pub area of Storm's home. He knew he had cuts from him being used to break barrels and being banged against walls. He wished that Juniper didn't go back to work so he had someone to talk to. He tapped the floor with his hoof, trying to get something to do. The dull blue stallion moved around in his bed, although he was weary, he felt like he was made out of jello.
He almost wanted to shriek it was boring, so Storm would come and give him something to do, but even Ice knew that would be crossing the line. There were times he wished the world hadn't changed, yet he found he liked it this way. This world although had many flaws was a challenge, better then the questions his mother gave him, however he forgot the answers now and he was glad he did. Ice thought they would have stuck in his brain, constantly making him wonder new things.
Ice was nothing like his mother Twilight Sparkle, he didn't like being smart, he had wanted to be a warrior like his father who had passed because of it. After that, his mom kept him locked up and just entertained him with learning. No matter how much he asked to go play sports with the other colts, she said no, as though they all had disease. However it seemed to him now, she didn't know a true disease like creatures.
Shadows, they were disease like, they entered the brain and try to get the pony to listen to them. These creatures only wanted to be at the top, but now they weren't trying as hard, but somehow he knew a Shadow had taken River's mind, for all he knew she could have been fighting it for a while. However there was one thing he could remember about Storm and his past with Shadows. The dangerous creatures made this would, being summoned by the fact that friendship and harmony was shattering.
He soon decided to replay the story in his head, the boredom getting to him and making this room all the much more worst.
The grass was dark and it was the final standing. Celestia's army was ready to deliver the final blow, and head back, yet there was mistrust in all the troops, no trusted each other. Soon enough everything went dark in the skies and no one saw the Shadows coming, no one knew they were coming. They were attracted by the pleasantness of blood, making it more enjoyable for them.
They took over the minds of every soldier and when all were taken, everypony turned on everypony. It was a slaughter, blood spilled and out of the many there, Storm was the one on they were all killed by him. When he it all stopped, there was a voice inside of his head, it was telling him to take over.
However Storm quivered and he fought it, using his will power, he was able to break free, however his mind was damaged slightly, his mind had headaches afterwards. Yet he fought.
Ice somewhat wanted to be like that, he just wanted to have a strong mind, but not filled to the brim with facts. He didn't want to be what was close to 'perfect' like his mother. Everyone said she was a perfect princess, but not Ice, He knew that no one could be perfect. Whenever a pony said he must be perfect also, but he picked fights when he could get free from his mother's grasp when he was a teenager.
Ice never regretted fighting, it is what carried him hear, he even remembered the pony who gave him the scar on his right shoulder. The ugly pinkish scar, but he knew that appearance wasn't something to worry about. Appearance was for the shallow ponies to worry about over and over. If someone called him ugly, he would just shrug it off.
Soon the door finally opened and Storm walked though it, smiling down at Ice, he had always seen him as his son.
"I see your still awake. You were quite beaten Ice, so I surprised you even made it to flipping over on your belly." Storm chuckled.
"I was too bored to even sleep." Ice replied, resting his head on his hooves.
Storm just laughed again and came closer to Ice, gesturing for him to get up. Slowly Ice rose, it hurt severely for him to get too his hooves. He wasn't even aware he was this badly injured, now that he was standing and the blanket had fallen he could see the bandages that covered his body. Mostly on his sides, there were clusters of white bandages that weaved there way around his body like snakes.
"How bad was I hurt?" Ice asked as he began to have trouble standing.
Storm came to his side to help him stay on his feet. "Pretty badly, she didn't want to stop by my guess, she hit you with a lot. Like said you were unconscious for five hours, not including how long it took Juniper to get you here which was a hour and a half. She was trying not to make your injuries worst." Storm explained to him.
Ice just nodded have no longer any further questions. Storm seemed to feel his pain of being locked in this room, even just for one day.
"Don't worry, your works start again for you tomorrow, I just want you to rest for the rest of this day. Let some of the swelling go down and let yourself get stronger." Storm said, trying to make Ice smile.
Ice smiled indeed and sat down. "Hey Storm, I am glad to here you say that."