//------------------------------// // Ice scape( To be revised) // Story: Day to day // by Elderly //------------------------------// ... ... Ice Drop was found himself walking through a small confined area that seemed to be made out of stars. The flow let off it's own radiance that seemed to make the area glow. A deep blue seemed to turn the whole area into a warm darkness that even Ice Drop could find enjoyable. The warmth was like a bonding agent that held him in place so that he could not escape. The nearby universes could be seen in the small room. The many colors of there stars could be seen and the swirls of dust and other miscellaneous items could be seen floating around, creating clouds that devoured half of the universes that they were found in. Different colors of stars being blue, red, and yellow could be used to tell stories through the shapes that they made. All through out the plains, even when there was only darkness to be seen, stars could separate and form different shapes in the black space. Different universes would be seen any where else. Maybe another universe that was able to have things that were different for him. Maybe, if he could find the right one, he would be able to float down to it and join his family that didn't have similar things happen to him. A universe that he didn't have to leave his home from. A home that he would have time to feel the love his family offered. His first memory slid past him. It was the only one there at the moment. It was when his mom told him about his name. Why she named him Ice Drop. What his name was supposed to represent. A voice started playing into the field around him. It was the sound of his mom talking to him. " You remember why I named you Ice Drop right?" Her voice was gruff, she was sick and didn't wan't to fall victim to it's only permanent outcome yet. " Yes mama." His voice was much higher pitched at the time. " Can you tell me?" " Ice is supposed to represent the hardness in a persons heart, some ponies have had a really hard past and are only mean to others to cover up the darkness in their own lives. Ice is like the evil in you heart that leads you to do bad things. Ice is fragile. If you can fight it, you can break it. " Drop is supposed to represent losing that hardness, dealing with you past is the best way to go. Not hiding from it because it always catches up to you. When someone says drop, they should think of losing that hardness that they grew up with. You should never carry such a heavy burden with you so you should not have to carry it. Just have to drop it." His mom kissed him on his forehead. " Good job, now go tell you dad what you know so mama can get some rest, ok?" " Ok mama." He left the room and the memory faded from view, and Ice Drop started talking to himself. " I failed to even live up to my name. How can I call my self something so great, when I can't even live to my own. name." Other memories started to show up near him. Some of them were from his father. One was when he returned to the room his mom was in to find that she was sleeping, very peacefully. One of the other memories of when his dad was killed just days later after his mom passed away. The day he left his home. The first time he had talked to some one after losing his parents. He started to watch the one of his father being killed. His dad was was doing paper work from his job in his room. Ice Drop was still relatively small to what he is now. His dad was moving across the floor. He wasn't wearing his shoes like he should have been. He should have been wearing his shoes. Half-way across the room and he slipped. His head hit the box in front of his bed. Being made of ice, it just shattered into several different pieces. Ice Drop pulled out of the memory before anymore could go on. " Thats not what happened. I created that to tell myself that it wasn't any ponies fault. I told myself a lie so many times I actually believed it. That couldn't be real anyway. I wasn't in the room, I wouldn't have a memory of this if I wasn't there." He was immediately and violently pulled into another memory that showed his first encounter with a wild animal. It was a brown bear that wasn't to friendly. It could probably smell him, thinking he was water, only to find that he was just a pony. Ice drop tried to run away from it but couldn't. In his memory he was stuck doing whatever he did when it actually happened. He tried flying off but was halted by one of the paws of the bear striking his head and he blacked out. There was only darkness in the star gazing room that he was originally in and Ice Drop started crying to himself. The room started changing colors from the pitch black to brighter colors. They started at a solid red, than started changing to orange to blue to orange and then purple. The colors started dimming and he could see his mom resting on what looked like a cloud made of purple cotton candy. The background started to revolve around shades of orange before it stopped at a bright orange that gave him a special kind of warmth he never felt before. His mom floated down to him on her purple cloud. She was almost in reaching distance when she vanished from him and the room went black. He was entering the final memory. The area was his former home before he came to the homing building. Here, he had everything that he needed. Those things being ice. He was living in the mountains were he could hope that no one would find him. He could live peacefully without ponies bothering him. His heart was cold and all he wanted was to hate any pony that would bother him. His privacy was rarely invaded until a few of the earth ponies that were out hiking and found the cave he was living in. They didn't take long to leave. He had chased them off. After a few days more ponies started to come. The room faded out and left Ice Drop in the star room again. "I was forced to leave my home. Those ponies took everything I wanted. They took me and my stuff, they took my home and my life. I still can't find myself to do more than hate them. When the ponies that take you away come, the don't care about you. They just care about getting paid to do their job. The room turned black again. The warmth still carried with him. The room expanded in front of his eyes and the stars returned. They started creating their own swirls that led to a bright blue and white. The room again changed to someplace else. In this room their was a giant heart in the middle that had several large cracks. Anymore and it may just break. Around the room were several pillars that had pictures. They all held very unique paintings made from light hues of blue and pure whites. The one in the back of the room had colors of it's own. The picture was made of purple and orange with white and blue added in. Such different colors should never go together but the four seemed to complement each other with unique kinds of blurs that made them work. He then noticed a pattern in the paintings. The ones at the front and back of the room were the brightest. As they went to the middle, the blue nearly turned to black and the white darkened into a more gray color. Then the pictures started to get lighter. The only picture that used color was the one that stood in the middle area. Though at the back, it still meant the most. The heart in the middle of the room started to melt and was replaced by a portrait of his mom holding a filly to her. It was a filly that he had just met named Scootaloo. The warmth started to envelope his body further. He had never felt such a strong warmth before. It felt like a warmth from someone who actually cared for him. It was more of a warmth that you would get when you feel your truly cared for. It was the strongest were his heart would be. The room started to grow darker until it was pitch black and he awoke from his dream. When he woke, he first opened his left eye. through this eye he could see his room. He could see his mom and a stocking that was set up with his name on it. Their was a small tree with a few ornaments on it showing some of the pictures from when he was younger. This was that wish he had made. He closed his eye and opened the right. He could see Scootaloo laying next to him looking right into his eye. She was huddled close to him. The source of warmth in the dream. She was probably why he saw purple and orange colors there. He got what he asked. It was his choice on which reality was real and which was a dream. When you are faced with a decision to choose between such big things what would you choose. Would you be able to keep your promise, or would a family be to big to leave behind. Which would be for the better. Who needs you more, your family, or your friend. If you are forced with decisions that are to big to decide alone, ask for help, and you will get help.