My Little Pony: Frost Falls

The moment they looked at each other, Aimo fell into a strange feeling.

Everything around him was retreating rapidly, eventually shrinking and converging into a point, and finally erupting suddenly.

The world fell into darkness.

Gradually, there was a sound of wind in my ears, accompanied by someone's murmur:

"Amer——"

There's that name again.

who is it?

Aimo opened her eyes and found that she was back in the northern snowfield—the northern snowfield where the Crystal Empire had not yet appeared.

Under the blanket of snow, she was the only pony in the vast whiteness.

Aimo moved forward aimlessly. She didn't know how deep this illusion was.

——Yes, she fell into a fantasy.

She confirmed this suspicion after seeing the absence of the Crystal Empire.

The wasteland shadow demon must have wanted to trap her. It deliberately erased the existence of the Crystal Empire. Maybe it was still secretly observing her reaction, waiting to see the joke.

She wouldn't give it a chance.

You must get out of here as soon as possible.

-

The snow is vast, but a string of pony footprints suddenly appear at the end of this desolate world. The footprints are sparse and continue to the center of the wind and snow.

Following the footprints, you can see a white figure walking on foot in the wind and snow.

It's Amore.

She didn't know how long she had been walking in the direction of the Crystal Tribe in her memory. Just stop and go, stop and go.

This world is always full of wind and snow. Walking among them, it is easy to forget the boundaries of time.

I couldn't feel the passage of time, and walking in the snowfield was extremely painful.

Maybe only a second passed, maybe many, many days passed.

When Amore saw the small cluster of small houses, she was exhausted. His vision blurred for a while, and he immediately lost consciousness and fell into the snow.

-

"...Amer, Amer, wake up!"

Who was making the noise... The voice was loud, as if he was speaking directly into her ear.

Aimo suddenly opened her eyes. She was still in the snowfield, but this time four snow-white hooves appeared in the center of her sight.

Looking up, there is a little pony, which looks a bit familiar if you look closely.

The colt opened its eyes wide and suddenly came up to him, not afraid of anything at all: "Amer, why did you suddenly become so stunned?"

"Get up quickly, mom is calling us!"

"……Who are you?"

After hearing this, the foal immediately showed a look of horror on his face. He put his hoof on her forehead and asked tentatively: "You don't have a fever either. Why are you talking nonsense?"

"..."

Aimo knocked his hoof off.

It was then that she realized that the size of her hooves was exactly the same as that of her opponent!

How can it be? !

She touched her face again in disbelief, and the horn on her forehead - they were all miniature versions! ! !

Even the magic power has become relatively weak.

how so.

Aimo looked in disbelief. What kind of illusion was this? It could reappear her childhood and fight off death.

If the Wasteland Shadow Demons had such powerful power, wouldn't the Crystal Empire have been invaded by them long ago?

Calm down - these are all illusions and fake.

Aimo kept telling herself this. No matter what, the Crystal Heart will always protect the Empire.

"...Amer, what's wrong with you today? Are you in a daze every time I call you?"

The pony seemed to have forgotten the little episode where Aimo was against him, and quickly got close to him again.

So silly - this was Aimo's first impression of him.

But soon she no longer thought so, because in the next second, this body blurted out "Brother!" as if it had become a habit.

? !

? ? ! !

Where did she get her brother? ! ! !

The pony didn't give her too much time to be shocked. He picked her up and ran towards the Crystal Tribe.

Passing through the layers of small houses, we went straight to the innermost hut.

When he opened the door, the two smiling faces he had been thinking about appeared in front of him.

Dad, Mom...

"Akro, Amore."

The two older ponies turned their heads and called out when they heard the sound. The years had carved marks on the corners of their eyes, which made their temperaments more calm.

It was a kind of intelligent tolerance, a feeling of peace of mind that radiated from the inside out.

Although she had no memory of this, when Aimo stood here, there was a strong instinct in her heart that told her - this is her memory, a forgotten memory!

She really had a brother...

Why don't you remember it?

Her consciousness drifted, and her soul drifted away from the place as if blown by the wind. She was rejected by this body.

Looking down, the empty shell was still standing there.

Time was stretched out in an instant, and the ponies who stayed in place grew up and grew older across several years.

Dream-like hallucinations.

“…This is the future I’ve always wanted.”

A low voice came from behind and said so.

Aimo turned her head, and what appeared in front of her was the "little pony".

No, it should be said to be a big foal.

He has obviously grown up, and his face is more profound, but the shadow of his childhood can still be seen in the smallest details.

Seeing Aimo looking at him calmly, he chuckled and introduced himself: "Amer, my name is Akro, your biological brother." The last four words were deliberately emphasized by him in his mouth. .

Aimo had been shocked once before, and when she heard this fact with her own ears again, she only felt a sense of trance in her heart.

She didn't think it was real, but it was the truth.

She has a brother named Akro.

He called her - Amer.

It's a very nice name, and it's very similar to Akro. The pony next to him will know that they are brother and sister.

Aimo suddenly wanted to talk to him, but Akro had noticed it and stopped her.

"Listen to me first, okay? I don't have much time..."

Aimo could only respond: "Yes."

"As you can see, I died a long time ago. No more reminiscing about the past. You probably don't even remember having a brother like me now."

Akro smiled self-deprecatingly, his words filled with nostalgia.

What is he missing, the past?

Aimo frowned. No matter how she thought about it, she had no impression of this brother in her memory.

There was a sudden irritation in my heart. When I raised my head again and met his eyes, the irritation suddenly disappeared and I became calm. Those eyes were full of tolerance, as if even the worst emotions would melt into them.

"...Aimor, you must be careful."

"Watch out for whom?"

"Wasteland Shadow Demon," he paused, then spit out another word, "...and me."

"Why!"

Before Aimo could get the answer, just when she asked, a shocking roar suddenly came from the sky in the fantasy world. The sound waves stretched from the sky and hit directly where the two ponies were, sweeping in waves of dark fog.