The streets of the kingdom were empty. They were always empty.

As the lone Unicorn walked slowly through the streets, she listened to the echoing of her hooves clopping on the ground beneath her hooves.

The streets were so long, every road expanded compared to the equine who roamed them. It scared her... yet it was the only thing she could call home. She felt like she had always been here. Always been alone.

She tried to look out of the windows lining one side of the hallway, but she could see nothing inside. Crystals as black as the deepest cave covered every window, every door. She could not break them to get inside to warmth. She could not escape.

This place was more of a prison than anything.

The pony prisoner shivered, and coughed haggardly. Her whitish-gray coat was lined with tiny patches of ice in some places. It was so cold. So very cold.

She shook her head, shaking the tiny icicles off of her horn. She could hardly use magic. The freezing temperature seemed to have sucked the magic right out of her, it was saturated with ice.

She sighed, her breath distinctly visible in the frigid air. She continued to walk, aimlessly searching for some form of life... some form of hope.

The pony stopped. She had not seen this building before.

It was a Palace.

A sense of hope lite her confidence as she ran for the tall building and walked through the cavernous halls that compared to the one who roamed them.

The pony stopped once more, this time she saw a massive room.

A ballroom.

She couldn’t understand how she knew the name or what the room was meant for.

Ice coated the place, making the whole area colored in various shades of blue and grey. The air felt crisp and clear, no sounds daring to penetrate the stillness.

Across the vast room, a set of gilded stairs stood, leading up to a small balcony, on which sat an ice and crystal-encrusted throne.

It called to her.

She trotted across the ballroom, every echoing step of her hooves resounding around the room and beating down on her harshly, emphasizing her isolation.

She slowly climbed up the slippery stairs, and sat in the throne. A startling, painful chill ran up her back. The pony gave a cry, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth.

Then she heard a noise. The pony flicked her ears, opening her eyes quickly. She gasped as she took in the sight before her.

The ballroom was filled with ponies. Pegasi, unicorns, and even earth ponies flooded the dance floor, laughing and talking.

The prisoner sat in the throne, her face plastered with a look of great surprise. Slowly, a smile crept onto her lips. Her heart filled with pure elation. For the first time in a long time, she felt joy.

The ponies began to dance, a wonderful, haunting waltz, being played in the background by an unseen orchestra. The stallions took the mares into their embraces, and the couples twirled and spun across the floor in perfect synchronization. The mares’ beautiful dresses seemed to bring color to the icy realm around the ponies, and the handsome smiles of the stallions brightened the room.

Then something happened that made the prisoner’s heart stop, it was HIM… The Dark King, Dark Light.

She remembered what he had done, he took everything from her. Her friends, family, loved ones, and even her destiny. Everything gone, and it was all because of him.