A gray earth pony with a black mane trudged through a howling blizzard. All he could see was whirling white.
He continued on. He was searching for a safe haven.
Suddenly, the blizzard froze.
The stallion scanned the area around, but he didn't find anything strange or out of place. The snow had simply stopped in mid fall.
Then, he noticed an item sticking out of the ground.
It was gray, but it turned red at the sharp point of it. It was curved, and the point was clearly lethal if it pierced skin.
It was the stallion's horn.
He galloped over to it, and he swiped it up. He carefully scanned it for damage, but there wasn't a dent or knack on it. Slowly and trembling, he put the horn on his forehead, waiting for it to reattach to his skull and become part of him once more.
But the moment never came.
"No," he whispered.
"No! He have to become one with me! I need you! You must obey me! I am the Blood of a Shadow! I have to be a unicorn!"
Then, tears sprang to his eyes.
"Please... I don't want to be different from the other Shadow Bloods. I... I want to be a unicorn like a normal Shadow Blood..."
He put his head between his hooves and wept. He felt to horn crumble before him and flake away. He didn't even move when the storm started up again.
"I... I am the Blood of a Shadow... The last Blood of a Shadow... And..."
He stared at the ground.
"And... And I will leave a shadow on the world... Showing that even earth ponies hold magic of shadows..."
He lifted his head up to the sky. Tears leaked from his eyes as he screamed.
"I am the last Blood of Shadows, Sombra, and it doesn't matter who I am!"