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Thaw
By: Peridot Frost Date: June 12, 2014, 12:02 am
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
- J. R. R. Tolkien
Since the mysterious return of the Crystal Empire, Peridot Frost
had longed for one thing - to regain the memories of her life,
which were inaccessible to her, as if frozen. The vague
impressions she was left with haunted Peridot, driving her to
wander across Equestria searching for her memories, her parents,
something to give her life meaning. The moment she reconnected
with her past, however, she had hardly been thinking of her
memories at all.
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Peridot stepped up to an open spot at the water-shooting race
booth in the carnival on the streets of Canterlot. While she had
been brooding earlier in the day, she was literally sparkling
with happiness now, and ready to take on a new challenge. She
placed a hoof on the mechanism in front of her and examined the
target straight ahead. There was a tube connected to the
bullseye of the target, and the first pony to fill it with water
would win the competition. Peridot was still trying to figure
out how to shoot the water when a clattering bell rang,
signaling the start of the round. She scrambled somewhat
frantically before finding the button to hold down and
triggering the stream of water. She took a steadying breath, and
in one smooth motion, brought the water in line with the center
of the target. The aiming felt surprisingly natural... familiar
even. The simple movement resonated in Peridot's mind, sending
her back to events that took place thousand years ago, but that
seemed hardly more than a few years ago to her.
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Years and years earlier...
Peridot stood in an open courtyard, blanketed with a few inches
of snow. Due to the arctic winds sweeping through the city, few
of the Crystal Empire's residents were outside. Despite the fact
that Peridot was wearing nothing but a woolen scarf, the mare's
concentration remained unbroken by the cold. She stood perfectly
still, facing a target across the field, a look of quiet
determination on her face. To an onlooker, the stillness may
have seemed almost relaxed, but the mare was using all of her
strength to remain in place. Her front leg strained against the
tension of the bow she held out, while her teeth restrained the
enchanted arrow that was fighting to spring forward.
Peridot took a slow, deep breath to steady herself, careful to
move her body as little as possible, then aimed for the bullseye
of the target. Drawing on hundreds of hours of practice, she
automatically adjusted for the effect that distance, wind, and
even temperature would have on the arrow's flight. When she was
sure of her aim, she released the arrow. It arced through the
frigid air and slammed into the exact center of the target.
Immediately, a layer of ice began to spread over the wooden
surface, in a six-pointed shape similar to her cutie mark's.
Peridot selected another arrow from the quiver next to her and
fired it after the first. It struck just left of center, farther
from the original arrow than she would have liked, and added to
the ice creeping across the target.
Peridot fired arrow after arrow into the target, each time
holding the bow steady and drawn for as long as she could before
releasing the tension. By the time she had depleted her quiver,
the target was completely encased in multiple layers of clear,
solid ice. She lowered the bow, hoof searching for another arrow
to nock, and sighed when she realized her practice had come to
an end. There would be other days, she was certain, to work on
improving herself, but probably none so tantalizingly quiet and
peaceful as this one. Slowly, she gathered her things and set
off for home.
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Three days later...
Peridot stood at her post on the castle balcony, pacing every so
often to keep her legs from cramping. Her guard's armor was
uncomfortable, and in Peridot's view, unnecessary. It was bulky
and more decorative than protective, and, worst of all, it
restricted her movements as an ice archer. But she had to wear
it "to maintain the guard's public image," as her officer had
told her, even though it was unlikely anypony would see her in
the middle of the night.
Princess Luna's moon shone from high in the sky, causing the
Crystal Empire's streets to glitter. Everything was illuminated,
allowing Peridot to clearly see... nothing. Nopony was out at
this hour. Peridot's training prevented her from feeling sleepy
in the middle of the night, but it did not prevent her from
feeling bored. She appreciated the serenity of the night, but
staring down the same moonlight street for hours quickly became
dull.
A flash of movement brought Peridot to full alertness instantly.
She hadn't been able to make out a shape, but something had
definitely dashed across the street in front of the palace.
Peridot held perfectly still, watching intently. She saw the
thing move again - it seemed to her like a formless darkness, an
animated shadow. It had made no sound. Whatever it was, it
appeared to be sneaking around the castle, and it was Peridot's
job to put a stop to that.
"Who goes there?" she shouted down from the balcony, breaking
the night's silence. She brought her bow up and aimed an ice
arrow. This particular enchanted arrow was mostly harmless, and
would freeze the unwelcome visitor in place until she could
summon more guards to arrest it.
When the thing heard her voice, it seemed to pause for a second,
then made a dash for the castle. Peridot fired straight towards
it, but the arrow she released only hit the snow on the ground.
She frowned in confusion, knowing her aim had been perfect. The
intruder should have been struck. Slowly, a horrifying thought
came to her: You can't harm a shadow. Peridot rushed inside to
wake the rest of the guard as the monster reached the palace
doors.
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Later, but how much later she wasn't sure. Every moment had felt
like an eternity since that night...
"Just run!" Peridot urged her parents, ignoring their panicked
questions. Briefly, she wondered if she might be considered a
traitor, but the choice between staying in a loosing battle and
trying to save her parents had been an easy one. The Crystal
Empire was falling, and she doubted that one ice archer would
make a difference in its fate. But that same ice archer could
make a difference in the lives of her parents.
The streets that they sprinted through were half destroyed,
massive black crystals jutting up through the snowy ground.
Peridot could see dark magic crackling through the air, fueling
the growth of the threatening rock. "We have to get out of the
city!" she shouted over the noises of terrified ponies.
As Peridot and her parents neared the edge of the city, the ice
archer noticed new crystals punching though the ground behind
them, chasing them and trying to cut them off. Up ahead, she
could see a wall of twisted crystal beginning to form around the
city. "Keep running!" she told her parents, and turned to face
the advancing crystals. She pulled out an ice arrow and fired it
as hard as she could into the nearest black crystal. The crystal
cracked, but did not shatter. A wave of ice spread rapidly over
it, stopping its growth. Peridot smiled grimly at her success,
but the growth of the rest of the crystals continued, and new
ones formed every second. She dashed closer toward the city's
edge, turning around to fire at the nearest crystals every few
steps to keep them away from her parents.
Peridot's mother and father made it to the edge of the city and
squeezed through an opening in the wall, but by the time Peridot
reached it, the gap had narrowed to a slit that she could barely
see through. "Peridot!" her mother cried anxiously.
"I'll be fine," Peridot yelled to the other side of the wall,
not knowing if she was lying. "I'll find another gap and meet
you on the other side. Just keep moving away from the city!"
The black crystals were now erupting practically under her feet,
forcing her to back up against the wall. She fired arrow after
arrow, again and again until finally, when her hoof reached for
her quiver, it was empty. The twisted spikes grew up around her,
enveloping her in darkness, and Peridot remembered nothing for a
very long time...
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Present day...
The Crystal Fair. Her fifth birthday party. Earning her cutie
mark. Peridot's memories flooded back, filling the desperate
emptiness she had felt, and through it all, she held on to one
thought: I saved them. I may not have been able to save the
Empire, but I saved them.
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