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Escavandrian

The First Snow

I was born on the first day of winter. I faintly remember my mother, I remember she had a frosty white coat and a green mane and tail and how she smelled faintly of cinnamon. My father told me her name was Poinsettia and that she was the sweetest most giving mare in the world. I only know what I remember and what my father told me, she died that night.

It was cold, I the ground beneath me was hard and frosty. An icey wind blew through the air, but it was gentle and soothing despite its chill. Thats when out of the mists, a great noble stallion walked toward me. He was a ginger bread brown, with a snowy white muzzle and four white socks and a red mane and tail. When he spoke, his breath turned into white fog. "My dearest daughter," he whispered too me, "I will call you Escavandrian. Come, I have much I must teach you before time runs out."

Those words were a blessing, but in their own way, a curse.

My father taught me what great value there was in giving. For my first Christmas, he took me to the streets of a small town. I still remember the smells of turkeys and pies and eggnog and cinnomen buns. The carols where the most delightful thing I'd ever heard, and the laughter of the children playing with there new toys brought joy to my heart like I've never felt since. Then my father came over too me, calling me off the icey where I was playing with some children. I trotted over, slipping all the way, and looked up at him with shining eyes. He held a beautiul red poinsettia in his muzzle and he lent down and gave it to me. Then he nodded across the ice to where a little girl was sitting on a snow bank, watching as the other children skated all around. I under stood stright away. I skidded across the ice, the poinsettia in my maw and approched the girl timidly. She looked at me with wide blue eyes, and I gently placed the flower on the snow bank beside her. Her face lit up, and she threw her arms around my neck. At frist I snorted in surprise, but then I stood patiently until she was done. Afterwards, when I went back to my father, he smiled. "You have learnt the first thing you will need. A gift need not be extravigant to be appreciated."

The Great Blizzard

I grew fast, and soon I was a beautiful young filly, just hovering on the edge of adulthood. I was carefree, bright and generous towards others. My father and I lived at the top of a mountian that was always snowy. Sometimes his friends, who insisted I called them Present and Future, would stop by. Present was quite jovial, and Future seemed pretty happy, but whenever he looked at me, his expression fell somewhat. I asked my father about his and he told me that Future knew, well the future. I didn't understand then why that would make him sad, but I would find out soon enough.

My father came and went from our mountian, usually accompanied by Present and Future. One day, I decided I wanted to go with them. My father agreed, and we traveled all day down to a valley. It was beautiful with streams and forests and flowers. It was here I met Rentali.

I wandered away from the others, they where talking about a certian Scrooge they had too take care of and i was bored with the talk. I wanted to explore. The sound of growling and someone shouting brought me into the forest. After following the sounds for a time I came across a strong young stallion, with a red mane like me and a shining black coat. He was fighting off a huge grizzly bear. I watched in amazement as he managed to send the bear running into the forest. I was awed by his strength ans timidly stepped out of the trees.

He started as I spoke, "That was some pretty good fighting."

He looked me up and down before answering, "It was alright, I could've beaten it sooner."

I fell head over heels. When I returned to my father with Rentali, I told him he was going to show me around. Father agreed once more, and Rentali took me too his herd. I barely noticed the other equines though, I hardly ever took my eyes off Rentali, even missing the way his eyes followed every mare and even a few winks he gave the perticularily pretty ones.

Rentali seemed amused by my infatuation, and kept me around, leading me on with smiles, compliments and even a flower or two. I loved him, and I was convinced he loved me too. Thats why I made the biggest mistake of my life.

Though in my eyes he could do no wrong, Rentali was rude, overly confident and quite mean. One day he got into a fight with an older and much stronger stallion. I watched in horror as the stallion beat Rentali until he was on the edge of death. Then the stallion left, leaving Rentali to die, with me there weeping over him.

My heart broke, I didn't know what to do, I was hystarical, desperite, I did the only thing I could to bring him back. I gave him my own life.

It was a long time before I could make sense of anything again, and that was when through the foggy mists, I saw the shape of my father walking towards me, just like the night I was born. "My dearest daughter," he whispered too me, "You gave everything for that stallion, and now I offer you a second chance. You will live again, but you must give a gift to everyone you meet, a gift of their choice. You may refuse, but everytime you do a little of you spirit will fade. This is to bring back the spirit of Christmas and remind the world of the joys of giving."

I felt my heart soar, I had a chance to return to my love, to Rentali! I accepted and found myself breathing agian, standing in the same spot Rentali had fought the stallion. I ran through the trees, back to the place Rentali's herd used to be.

When I found Rentali, I nearly died again. He was with this mare, a very pretty one. I asked him who she was and he told me he never liked me, just the attention I gave him. I couldn't speak with shock and he and the mare left me standing there. I had thought everything would be perfect again, but all I felt was my heart breaking once more.

The Endless Frost

I felt like I was frozen. I could move, but I couldn't feel anything except the numbing pain in my heart. Each day was another nightmare. I ran away from everyone I met. Giving had once brought me such joy, but now I feared it.

During one of these days, I was captured by pirates. The captian was a stallion named Rackhem, though he forced the crew to call him "Darkfeather." His ship was called The Raven. I don't know why he liked black birds so much, I think it had something to do with his past.

This time wasn't as bad as it could've been. Of course Rackhem soon found out about my...ability if you can call it that. So wish after wish I granted. I wouldn't have minded except for the havoc it caused along the coasts. Somethings I refused to do what Rackhem wanted, but like my father told me, a small part of me vanished, now I'm even a little transparent.

One day, a poor old mare was dragged over board, the result of one of my "gifts." She was thrown in the cell nest to me and feeling sorry for her I spoke to her, telling her about the giving thing I had to do. She wished to escape, so my horn blasted a hole in the side of the ship. She escaped, and thankfully, so did I. We tried to swim to shore, but I lost the mare in the waves. Since you can't die twice, I managed to get to the shore, but I don't know what happened to the mare, I hope she survived.

However, I now had a new resolve. I would no longer flee from others, but would give them their gifts and leave. I had remembered the value of giving a gift.

I met many, but never stayed with them long enough to talk to them, except for one stallion. His name was Bluod. He was the first person I felt like I could trust in a long time. We became friends, real friends. Then not long after we met, Rentali showed up.

He told me he wanted to be together again, that that old mare was boring and awfull to spend time with. I couldn't believe him though, and I told him to go away. Then Bluod stepped up to defend me and they got into a fight. Bluod won, and Rentali fell off a cliff. I don't know what happened to him after that, but I'm glad I haven't seen him since.

But Bluod dissapeared not long after that. I don't know what happened to him, but he went out to look for some food that winter and never came back. I hate thinking about it, out friendship was part of what made me let go of Rentali. It could have been so much more than a friendship.

And so, I'm still frozen inside, still hurt, still afraid. I really don't know what to do with my broken heart. I dream that someday someone will come and repair it, but I've never had luck with matters of love. But maybe one day I'll have a friend again, one like Bluod could have been...was. Till then, all I can do is keep giving, maybe I'll find joy in it once more.

About Me

Name: Escavandrian
Alias: Esca
Gender: Female
Coat: White
Mane: Red
Horn: Gold
Hooves: Three red one green
Markings: Five green bands around the legs with red hooves, three red bands around the leg with a red hoof
Eyes: Green
Sire: The Ghost of Christmas Past
Dam: Dead
Love: No
Mate: None
Foals: None

Likes and Dislikes

Likes

Carols
Kindness
Generosity
Sincerity
Holly
Poinsettia's
Honesty
Calm
Snow
Quiet
Laughter

Dislikes

Selfishness
Cruelty
Envy
Violence
Deserts
Heat
Summer
Noise
Misery
Dishonesty

Friends

I have none that I currently call friend. I wish for one one day. If I could give a gift to myself, it would be a friend. But I'm afraid of having another friendship, so far it's brought nothing upon be but sorrow and loneliness.

Enemies

Rentali
I don't know if he's alive, but I will never fell anything towards him again. I forgive him, it was in his nature to do to me what he did. However, I can't be friends with him, it still hurts to think of him.

Rackhem
Again, this is someone who where I've forgiven, but I never want to see again. His memory brings back my horrible time aboard his ship, he forced me to do some terrible things.

Family

My family is broken. My mother dead, my father who knows where. He has much business to attend to, trying to bring back the spirit of Christmas. I don't have any siblings either.

Love

One day, love might happen for me, but so far I haven't had much luck. I was in love once, but the stallion did not return my affections. There was also another stallion, but he left. So as you can see, my luck is indeed, low in this catagory.

Christmas Memories

Coming soon...

Escape

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Credits

Esca, her art, story, design and just simple her, is all copyright to misty_shroud. If anyone is found using anything on this page without credit and permission they will be frozen where every they are.

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