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// Ch-3 Cold Shoulder 
// Story: Ice and Fire 
// by CCpone 
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Three hours later...




Well to say the least you kinda had that one coming. The way you acted during the ponies short time of consciousness was not your finest. Now that you think of it you didn't have that one coming, it was bound to happen.

If you were in Spitfires place you would of acted the same if not more violently. After all you were trained in the RCAF. Heh I never thought I would be using 'spitfire' to identify a creature. Then again I didn't expect to be defrosted by multiple technicolor horses.

Nevertheless you lay there in the freezing arctic snow, faced down, and ruminating on these subjects. The temperature you cannot feel, as you assume that the long exposure to these types of elements would do that to a person. Not to mention you can barely see out of the snow that is now covering your body like a thick blanket. 

Having close to no energy left in your body, you slowly get up to face the full force of the arctic wind. Like before the little snow pellets feel like knives when they contact your skin, making you wince every time one touches your face.

As you pull yourself up you watch as the snow on top of you slowly cascades down, while the deeper layers stick to you like glue. Wasting no time you look around the desolate snowy plains for any signs of life. Much to your dismay your view is limited and from what you can see its all white.

Sighing at the thought that you might die here, you travel back into your little igloo. It takes some time to get in, seeing as you can't really stand up that well due to your lack of energy. So in turn you drag yourself into the snowy home.

Inside is much more welcoming as it keeps the wind out and sustains a moderate temperature, and by moderate you mean warm enough to bring feeling back to your hands. It doesn't take much time till you crawl your way to the nearest wall and lean up against it. 

With the hard part of the journey now done you take a little breather. You're so tired you almost pass out again right then and there, but you stay awake because you know that sleep is only an allusion at this time, covering up the real culprit of deaths cold hand. With that thought in your mind you get a jolt of energy, causing your eyelids to shoot open.

I really need to watch myself here. You state to yourself as you lean a bit to the right to get more comfortable. As you move into the new position you notice a slight bump in your pant pocket. With all the brain power you have keeping you alive, you've forgotten that you had two soldier fuel bars left, courtesy of the RCAF.

Reaching down towards your pant pocket you start to fumble around with the zipper. With your fingers being frost bitten you have some difficulty opening the pocket. As time passes on rather slowly you manage to open up the pocket. Smiling in relief you stick your hand into the pocket and pull out the bar. 

It takes no time for you to rip off the cover as you just tear it off with your teeth and spit the remains onto the ground. Taking the rest of the wrapper off you shove the entire bar into your mouth.

The moment the bar touches your tongue it explodes with flavor causing you to take your first bight, snapping the bar into two pieces. You lay back as you enjoy the welcoming feeling of nutrience. If these are the last moments of your life, you don't really mind. After all you have seen worse ways to die, like some people falling out of their planes, while others are trapped inside engulfed by flames.

While their deaths were from battle and respected in the eye of the military, you hope to never be in their position. As the last of the soldier fuel bar is eaten you close the zipper to your pant pocket holding the second bar just in case you live long enough to eat it.

The more you stay awake the more sleep lingers around your body. Its temptatious ways working its way past your seemingly impenetrable mental barrier. As the walls are breached you have nothing left to do but once again fall to the ground and let sleep take you.

November 24th




Much to of what you would of thought, you wake up staring at a ceiling made out of what you assume to be marble. Your body no longer is numb and you feel no pain. The only reasonable explanation to this is that you have been sent to heaven. Why they would want a person like you in heaven is confusing.

As you're not one to argue you sit up and take a look around the room. It appears that you're in a bed, not only that but the room you're in looks luxurious. The walls are made out of the same material the roof is made out of, however it's colored slightly purple. The floor has a checkered pattern to it oscillating between a darker purple then the walls and a pure white like the roof. Other then the roof, walls, and floor, the room is decorated elegantly, with a dresser on one end and a small desk with a rather small stool opposite if it.

Laying back down on the bed you realize how soft the bed actually is. This bed molds to your shape like a sponge, not only that but the material is so soft. It feels a lot like that new material they were making in England during the war. What was it called again... polyester I think it was. However the price of the material was so high that only well off people were able to afford it.

Relishing the fact that you now lay in a bed with polyester sheets you tuck yourself in. Sweet baby Jesus this amazing! You say to yourself as you let out a groan of satisfaction. You know that you aren't tiered but these sheets are too good to give up.

To be honest you look a lot like a dog when he gets onto a bed, moving around and feeling the fabric on your skin. However your fun is ended when the doors to your room glow a bright yellow and swing open revealing a white horse. what? You say to yourself as you stop rolling in the polyester and sit up.

"I see that you're feeling much better." The horse talks in a royal yet motherly tone. A tone that makes you feel even more relaxed then you were on the bed. However you push the details away for later as you start to remember where you were before you died. Ah right, I was in a land of colorful talking ponies. You lecture yourself.

Thinking this more through you come to a realization that you're not dead. How someone or should you say somepony found you is mind blowing. "Well considering that I was on the verge of death last time I was conscious, I would assume anything but a limp body is much better." You comment to the white horse.

The horse lets out a little chuckle before stepping further into the room. "Well all that matters now is that you're safe and feeling better." The mare claims.

You take a moment to get up and out of bed, realizing that the clothes you have on haven't changed, yet they look much cleaner. "So I'm not dead?" You ask the horse that stands at about the same height as you do, however her horn shoots way above you.

"Of course not!" The mare reply's. "My sister Luna, went out to find you the moment we heard you were in danger." This gets you to think. No one knew you were in danger other then Spitfire. Heh there it is again. It's quite weird saying the name Spitfire without mentally picturing the plane. I don't think I will ever get used to it.

"How did you know I was in danger?" You ask curiously. "The only per... pony that knew I was in danger was Spitfire." There's another thing, saying pony instead of person. Sighing at the thought you lean up against a nearby wall.

"That's right, Spitfire and the rest of the Wonderbolts showed up after their mission to give me the details. While I was thoroughly displeased with her actions, I let her off with a warning." The white horse comments.

"You shouldn't be mad at her. If I was in the same situation I would of done the same thing." You claim although you leave out the part that you have a weapon and you would probably of used it. You have a very big consciousness and letting this yellow mare be punished does not sit well with it.

"Who said I was mad with her?" The white horse states, somewhat taken back from your words.

"Well I assumed you were, because you said you were 'thoroughly displeased'." You reply. You're starting to get a bit annoyed that you don't know her name. You would of thought that introductions would be the first thing to happen. Then again she did enter the room while you were rolling around in polyester.

The mare just raises and eyebrow to that response. "Anyway who are you?" You ask still slightly shocked that they were able to heal you completely.

"Oh my apologies, I am Princess Celestia." Celestia states not in a regal tone that you would of expected royalty to speak in, but in a normal calm tone. "And what is your name?" She asks.

"I'm Anonymous, you can just call me Anon though." You claim as your stomach grumbles. Heh that's right I haven't eaten since take off. You state to yourself as you look towards your stomach then to the princess. 

This action gets Celestia to chuckle then nod. "Would you care to join me in a meal Anon?" Celestia asks. It's quite weird that a Princess is asking you to accompany her, however who are you to argue with a free meal.

Nodding in response to her question you walk with her to the door. Once again the door glows bright yellow and they swing open, allowing the early sun's rays to assault your eyes. Lifting a hand up to block the sun's rays you take sight upon a bustling city.

The view is so amazing that your jaw hangs slack. From where you are you can see multiple buildings lining the cobblestone streets bellow. The material that the buildings are made out of are the same pure white, while the roofs very between dark purple and gold, sometimes even both. That's not only it, the castle seems to be built into the side of a mountain making the architecture of the buildings within the walls complex.

"Welcome to Canterlot Anon." Celestia states with a smile.

"Holy shit this place is amazing." You state looking around. The golden roofs are glimmering in the sun's rays as the white wall accent them. Since your eyes are much more focused now you can spot plenty of ponies down bellow doing their normal morning routine.

"It is isn't it." Celestia states walking down the stairs that lead up to the room you stayed in. 

Following Celestia you both make your way into another building, this one much larger than the one before. When you enter the building you notice that it's much more swanky, as the walls had little details on them, along with the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. It is practically impossible not to stop and look at how amazing it is.

"So where we headed to?" You ask the Princess.

"Well to the castle kitchen of course!" The Princess states sounding like it was blatantly obvious. However you never been in a real life castle before so this came to a surprise to you. You never really looked into medieval stuff back in your time.

"Sounds nice." You say in response as you take your attention off the interior design and back to Celestia. It is now that you realize that the ponies walking the same hallway bow when Celestia passes them, and when we pass them you notice that they stare at you.

Felling quite uncomfortable with all of the eyes watching you, you both finally arrive in what you assume is the dining room. Well you're not really assuming, as multiple tables are set up and ponies are eating their meal. "Aren't castle dining rooms meant only for royalty?" You state upon seeing the ponies eating their meals.

"Usually yes, but here in Canterlot we open our dining room for ponies that wish to eat what royalty eats." Celestia states. Huh seems like this Princess is rather laid back compared to the ones we had four million years ago.

Once again as you pass by ponies to get to your seat they bow then glance at you. Its rather unsettling to say the least, but you feel safe with Celestia by your side, she is after all their leader. "That's very kind of you to do." You reply to Celestia as you reach your seats. "What kind of stuff do they sell here?" You ask.

Celestia smiles at your comment then sits down onto a pillow. It looks weird to sit on a pillow but then again they are ponies not humans. Joining her at the table you sit down crossed legged on the pillow opposite to her. "Well Anon we sell a lot of food here." Celestia states the obvious. "From hay to flowers and all the way to meat." This catches your attention.

"Aren't ponies vegetarian?" You ask Celestia. Just as Celestia is about to answer your question the server comes and lays out two menus. He then glances at you with a wry expression on his face then bows.

"My name is Silver Hoof, I will be your server for this morning. What may I get the princess to drink?" He states taking another bow.

"I will just take a water, Silver." Celestia states as she looks away from the server and onto her menu.

"And what may I get you." Silver states rather professionally. You will hand it to him, if the Canadian Prime Minister came to you with a alien you would of tackled the fucker or at the very least question its presence. Well technically I'm not a alien I'm more of a artifact.

"I will have the same." You state with a smile letting the pony know that you mean him no harm. However this only seems to worry the pony more as he nods and haste-fully walks back over to the kitchen. "Did I do something wrong?" You ask the princess.

"I think he got scared when you showed him your teeth." The princess states still looking into her menu. "Ponies aren't used to having omnivores in their presence." Celestia comments putting her menu down.

"Looks like it's going to take a while to fit in around here." You state as you pick up your own menu and look at the meals they have. The first thing that you notice is that half of the items here you can't even eat. For example they serve a sandwich but when you look at the description it states that it has flowers in it.

Nevertheless you flip through the pages to take sight upon the meat section. The selection is rather small but there are something's that actually look quite good, like the stake which makes your mouth water. "So back to my question. I thought ponies were vegetarian?" You state.

"We are, however the castle needs to be stalked with meat just in case we get guests from out of the country, like the griffins." Once again you're taken by surprise when Celestia claims that griffins live on this planet as well.

Having your meal all picked out (which is some motherfucking bacon and pancakes) you and Celestia talk more about the differences from your time and this time.





Breakfast goes informative as you learn that a lot has changed in the past four million years. Apparently the continents have shifted back into one giant continent like Pangaea. You also hear what you already know, like how the humans vanished mysteriously with no sign of mass extinction anywhere. 

The conversation was rather interesting, but as time goes on Celestia informs you that she must attend the more urgent matters. "But what am I supposed to do now?" You state just before Celestia is about to turn around.

"Well you can always check out Canterlot, maybe meet some new ponies." Celestia states with a smile upon her face. "I will meet you back here at night fall so we can further assess your situation here in Equestria." Celestia states as she hovers over a small brown bag.

"Sure that sounds like a plan." You state as you take the bag from the air. "What's this for?" You ask untying the string that holds the bag closed.

"That's our currency here in Equestria, now don't go spending it all." Celestia states with a smile and a chuckle. As you open the bag you're surprised to see multiple gold coins inside. Holy shit this is like a million dollars back in my time. You state mentally however when you look up you realize that Celestia is already gone from view.

Tying back up the little brown bag with the rope you pluck it down into one of your pant pockets. Zipping the pocket closed you look up to find yourself completely lost. Every direction you look is a different hallway with guards lining the walls.

They look quite cool standing at attention with their golden armor and their spears by their sides. Nevertheless you do the most logical thing and walk up to one of them for directions. "Hey, you know the way out of here?" You ask the first guard.

You can see that he's trying his hardest to stay serious around you. After a couple minutes and hand waving you sigh and continue down one of the halls. The guards reminding you a lot of the ones in England, you know the ones that wear the red suite and black hat.

continuing down the hall you come across a 'T' intersection. Looking to the right you notice nothing that stands out, however when you look to the left you take sight upon another pony. This one taller than the average pony but smaller then Celestia. 

Taking the chance to get some directions you walk up to the dark blue pony. "Hey, you know how to get out of here?" You state arriving behind the blue pony. Being caught off guard the blue pony turns to face you, her expression none too pleased.

"Thou shall call me--!" She states almost yelling before she realizes who she's talking to. "Ah my apologies. We did not know thy human has awoken." She claims as her expression rises from angry to happy.

Taking a look at her you realize that she also has wings and a horn. "So you must be Luna the one that Celestia has told me about." You state raising your hand for a handshake. Nevertheless the pony looks at your hand with confusion before taking it and shaking.

Luna nods in agreement before commenting on the handshake. "It has been a while since I have used that greeting."

"Well I'm four million years old so I guess that was bound to happen." You state with a smile. "Thanks for saving me by the way. Celestia said that you immediately got up and left once you heard of my situation."

"Tis was nothing. Prey tell why thou is wondering thy halls?" Luna asks and you have to admit her words sound pretty cool. You always liked it when people talked like that.

"Well I was with your sister but she said she had to attend to some more important matters." You reply. "She kinda left me in one of the halls and now I'm lost." You state with a sheepish smile that gets Luna to chuckle.

"My sister has a tendency to do that." Luna says no longer using her royal voice. "If you would follow me I will show you the way out." Nodding in response you follow Luna through the maze of hallways. You really wonder how long it will take to memories all of this.

It doesn't take long before you and Luna come across two rather large golden doors. "Here we are." Luna states gesturing to the door with one of her front hooves. "We hope you have a wondrous time in Canterlot." Luna states getting a glance from the guards.

"Thanks." You state as Luna leaves you to your exploring of Canterlot.

Walking up to the golden doors the two guards open it with their magic, however what lays on the other side freezes you in spot. Hundreds of ponies stand there talking amongst themselves until they notice you exiting the castle.

It takes literally ten seconds for all the ponies to stop what they're doing and rush up to you. You're still frozen in place as the multiple ponies surround you. Some are holding up microphones and some are taking pictures, but what they all have in common is that they're all asking you questions.

"SIR, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO AWAKEN FOUR MILLION YEARS INTO THE FUTURE?" A stallion states with a fedora on top his head with the note 'press' sticking out.

"SIR, HOW DOES IT FEEL THAT YOUR THE LAST OF YOUR KIND?" A mare states shoving a microphone in your face. However that question stings you a little, to tell the truth.

"DO YOU THINK YOU WILL EVER FORGIVE SPITFIRE?" Another mare states letting you know that they know about the situation you were in.

"WHO'S JERY?!" A stallion states taking a picture of you making you temporarily blind.

"DO YOU LIKE VANILLA OR STRAWBERRY!?" A random mare in the crowd states making you question how serious these ponies really are.

With the press harassing you with their never-ending torrent of questions, you do what all celebrities in your time do and try to ignore them. As you push through the plenty of preppy ponies you comment to them stating you don't want to be disturbed right now.

Someponies look to you in disappointment as they leave but that's the minority. The majority seems to be giving you the same treatment you gave them at first and ignore your pleads for privacy. Its times like these where you wish your leather cap could cancel out noise.

Rolling your eyes at the determined press ponies you push passed and make your way into the city. If they follow me then so be it, I just want a look around the place. You state to yourself as you reach the end of the steps.





As expected no matter how far you walk the ponies still follow you in toe. Their hopes for getting any information out of you still remain at an all time high. Arriving at the first store you want to check out, you finally snap. "OK! OK! I WILL ANSWER THREE QUESTIONS! AFTER THAT I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANY MORE OF YOU PESTERING PRESS PONIES TODAY!"

The ponies take a step back from your sudden outburst. They then look at one and another with questioning looks. Much to your surprise the ponies band together into a small circle. You can hear them chatting amongst themselves with various questions in mind.

It takes no time for them to finish up and send one pony up. The pony has a grey coat and a green mane. "How do you feel about being the last of your kind?" The pony asks. 

You have to think about this one for a while before you finally answer. "Right now, I'm still having a hard time believing this is happening. To be honest I think this is all just one big dream." You state making the press ponies pick up a pencil and take out their notepads. You chuckle when you see them all frantically write down your response word for word with their pencils in their mouths.   

"Okay what's your next question." You state looking at the one pony that steeped out from the group again. The pony looks at you then back to the group of ponies, all the ponies nod and then the green maned stallion once again states a question.

"Will you press charges against Spitfire?" The stallion states pulling out his own notepad and pencil. This question seems rather obvious, then again you don't know what kind of rumors these ponies have heard.

"No, Spitfire did what she was trained to do." You state getting "ohhh's" and "awe's" from the crowd of ponies. "Okay what's your last question?" You ask looking back at the green maned pony.

"Is it true that Luna herself rescued you from the Frozen North?" The stallion states making you ponder this question. You have no idea if Luna wants this kind of information spilled, sighing you let the answer out anyways. If it gets these ponies from swarming me for the rest of the day then why not.

"From what Celestia told me, yes, Luna did save me from the chilling temperatures in the Frozen North." You claim turning back around and entering the store. Much to your liking the ponies outside the store disperse in different directions chatting amongst themselves.

At least it won't be hard fitting in around here, I'm like a celebrity. You state to yourself. I hope the press will die down the longer I stay here in Canterlot. You say mentally as you take a look around the shop.

The reason you picked this store and not the others was the sign hanging out. The sign showed a picture of a gear and a screwdriver telling you that this is probably a tool shop. Your suspicions are cemented in place when you take a look at the interior of the shop. Multiple tools adorn the walls while parts for various machines lay scattered around on top of tables.

Walking further in you take sight of a scruffy pony at the counter. "Welcome to the toolbox. Let me know if you need anything." He states is a voice that fits his looks. Stern and strong, a voice you would expect to hear from a tool shop owner.

With that being said you step up to the counter. "Hey you're the first pony other than a waiter that has not freaked out at me." You state giving the stallion a warm smile.

"Trust me lad, I have seen much weirder things pass through that door then you, no offence." He states levitating a wrench he's been polishing towards the wall. "So what you're looking for?" He asks striking your attention.

"I'm curious if you have some tools I'm looking for in stock. Do you happen to have a welder or a sander." You ask curiously as the tools on display seem to be only for tightening nuts and bolts. 

"Ahh looking to fix something made from steel I see." The stallion states. Well it's more of duralumin but you doubt he knows the material. Nodding in response the pony walks into the back room, you can hear him shuffling multiple tools around before coming back out with what looks like the head of a welder.

He then places the welder head on the table. "This will do the job better than any welder out there." He states pointing to the welder. "Just make sure you don't blind yourself with it." He states pointing to some welding masks upon the wall.

"Where's the rest of it, like the hose and gas." You state pointing to the welder.

"Ah you're used to the old ones I see. This welder is powered by magic instead of gas." He states passing you a welding mask. Sliding the welding mask on you watch as the stallion brings out two pieces of metal from behind the counter. He then proceeds to put on his own welding mask.

With his horn glowing he turns on the welder and starts to get to work with the two pieces of metal. Sparks fly every which direction and as time passes you watch him carefully fuse the two pieces of metal together. When he powers down the welder you both take your helmets off and place them onto the table.

"See." He states passing you the piece of metal. Much to your surprise when you grab it, it feels cold instead of hot. Nevertheless that's not the thing that puts an awe expression on your face. What gets you is that the metal seems like it was never welded, there was no seem.

"This is amazing! I wish I had one of these back in my time." You state remembering the repairs you used to do. "How much is this?" You ask pointing to the welder.

"50 bits." He states making you fish out your bag. Plopping the bag onto the counter you count out your coins. Surprisingly when you count out your money you realize that you have just enough for it with some bits left over. "You know with the leftover money you have there you can get the basic mask as well." The pony states pointing to the wall.

"I think I might do that." Smiling at the pony you pass him your bag of bits. The pony haply takes the bag and tosses you the welder and the helmet. "Thanks." You state picking up the welding mask and the welder off the table.

"Pleasures all mine." He states with a smile upon his face. "I never caught your name?" He asks as he puts the money into a safe behind him.

"My names Anonymous but you can call me Anon." You claim getting ready to leave. After all you have tons of things to see. You might not have any money left but you will be darned if you don't get to sight-see.

"Well nice to meet you Anon. May I ask why you bought this welder?" He states.

"I'm planning on repairing my plane." You state getting a confused expression from the stallion at the desk. However before he can say anything you open the door and exit the shop. Alright time to see what else Canterlot has in store for me.

With that thought in mind you step out into the crowded Canterlot streets. Ponies everywhere are looking at you bringing back the same uncomfortable feeling. This time however the feeling sticks as you don't really have anyone to protect you if they were to suddenly all gang up on you.

Shaking your head, you head down the street looking at different types of buildings. It's cool to see how much has changed since your time. You would of thought that humans would still be here with spaceships and mega city's but you can see why it's this way. The ponies had to start all over again and you happened to drop by somewhere in-between there middle ages and the information era. 





Time passes by as you look at the various shops and sights. One of the coolest things you laid eyes on, was the edge of the city where it out looked the rest of the world. Seeing as the city was built on the side of a mountain and all.

Sighing you tear your gaze from the beautiful view and roam Canterlot once more. You will admit that as mundane as the walking is, the reward is far greater. Looking up into the sky you take sight of the sun. It seems to be at its peak which means that it's safe to assume that its sometime in the afternoon.

Looking back down towards the streets of Canterlot you take sight upon a familiar fiery mare wandering the streets. With this being the only pony you know in sight you walk up to her in hopes to set things right. 

"Hey! Spitfire wait up!" You yell towards the mare. This seems to have gotten her attention as she turns her head towards you. Upon seeing you, the mares expression drops from neutral to anger. Oh shit she's not happy to see me. You state to yourself as you walk towards the now angry mare.

"What do you want?!" Spitfire state with a tone that can make a puppy cry. "Thanks to you I have been expelled from the Wonderbolts!" She lectures coming closer and closer to you. "YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET INTO THE WONDERBOLTS!" She snaps at you nearly inches away from your face.

Being completely frozen from shock all you can do is stand there and take it. "If I were you I would be considering myself lucky that I'm not a pile of mush right now!" Spitfire once again yells. "That was my dream! And you took it away from me!" Is that a tear you see streaming down her face. Oh shit you done did it now Anon!

You're completely confused right now. You have no idea what this "Wonderbolt's" thing is and you have no idea how you caused this. Celestia herself only said she let Spitfire off with a warning. "You know what! I don't even want to know what you were going to say!" And with that she takes off into the sky leaving you in her dust.

Well that just happened. You state to yourself as you look around the crowded streets. Apparently the argument (If you can call it one) you had with Spitfire brought a little crowd. The ponies upon the streets now look at you with disappointment in their eyes. It seems that Spitfire was quite the influential pony.

With that being said the ponies upon the street disperse giving you hurtful glances. You really want to let them all know that you didn't mean any of this to happen, but you are still frozen from the shock. By the time it fades and you start to move again, all the ponies are gone leaving you to feel the full guilt in the middle of the empty cobblestone street.




"Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt." ~ Plautus