The Legacy of Little Dipper

Little Dipper wakes up on the porch swing, her coat, tail, and mane matted, and the sun shining in her face. Her older brother pokes her in her side. Dipper's eyes flutter open.

"Dipper!" her brother yells until he sees she's awake. "Go clean yourself up! Mother picked you to take my notes, since I'm being forced to go shopping!" Dipper begins to say something, but her brother shoves his hoof in her face, not allowing her to get her words out. "I know, a stupid decision on our mother's behalf, but she said you. I can't, so she chose--" her brother gives her a shocked yet disgusted look. "You."

"No need to be so hasty, brother," Dipper says, yawning. "I don't know why she chose me, but you don't need to make a fuss about it." She pushes her brother out of the way and walks into the house, only to find her oldest sister and mother waiting for her. Her sister forces her to take a plate of pancakes, syrup and cakes cold from waiting for Dipper to wake. Her sister smiles the entire time and pushes her upstairs. At the top, her sister leaves her to help their mother get her white maid coat on. Dipper gives a strange look at the pancakes, and throws them in a nearby plant, hiding them in the leaves. She doesn't trust her sister, so why would she eat something from her, let alone her smiling the entire time Dipper was holding the plate. All Dipper knew was that her sister probably poisoned them.

She opens her door to her room. The smell of clean sheets fills her nostril as she walks nearer and nearer to her warm bed. She wants to just jump on it and bury herself in the covers, but she can't. She uses her magic to levitate a brush to the small closet she uses as a dumpster, or so her mother thinks. Standing on top of a pile of clothes, Dipper looks in a broken piece of glass she uses as a mirror and adjusts her bandanna and brushes her mane, coat, and tail. She grabs a small thread needle and pushes it through her bandanna, mainly for use if it rips. Dipper slams open the door and runs down the stairs, meeting her mother and sister on the porch.

Her mother and sister sat there in white maid dresses. They were maids at the palace, but still weren't paid a lot. They mainly cleaned the palace and served food to the royals when it was ready. Her brother usually came with them, because he was, what Whirl Wave called him, a "Servant-In-Training". But since his studies were sidetracked today since he was forced to go shopping by their stubborn and pushy mother, he wanted someone to go take notes for him, and their mother chose Dipper.

When standing next to her, Dipper's mother handed her a scroll and ink-filled quill.

"When we reach the palace, I want you to write down everything I say," she tells Dipper. "Don't want your brother to loose his place, now do you?" Dipper shakes her head and follows her mother and sister, staying far behind. She doesn't like being close to her mother, and of course doesn't even like being within feet of her sister. Dipper looks at the blank scroll and ink-dripping quill the entire time they walk to the palace.

Once inside the palace after a long walk, Dipper is ready to write. When their mother walks away, her sister lowers her head and says to her younger sister, "Don't mess this up, Dippy. I'd hate to see brother AND mom angry with you." Flashing Dipper a evil smile, she runs to catch up to their mother. Dipper frowns at both her mother and sister. She didn't like either. More like, she hated her whole family. They pushed her down, stepped on her dreams, and never let her be free. She always bossed her around and never let her be a kid.

"We'll see who's a mess-up today, won't we sis?" Dipper angrily whispers to herself. Dusting off a table and her sister mopping the floor, her mother starts to speak.

"Dusting is a key in being a servant or maid. You can't fluff everything and make other ponies sneeze, no. You have to brush it, like you're painting." But Dipper wasn't listening, let alone writing down what her mother had to say. She was admiring the beautiful gold vases her mother was cleaning, and the shining white marble floors her sister was mopping. She loved them all. The grace and beauty is what she loved. The shining reflection they gave off when the sun's beams shot them. She loved the happy, dancing Pegasi on them, and the wise and regal Unicorn paintings that hung quietly on the hallway walls. Nothing truly took Dipper's breath away like this. She stared happily at stained glass windows and towering staircases.

"Time to explore," she whispers to herself. It was time to have a quest for adventure. She wonders from her mother and sister, down the stairs, and across the huge room. She runs into the giant Dining Room, watching the servants and cooks set the large table in front of her. Next she goes past the entertainment room. She sees only a lit fireplace and shining vases on a mantle. A couple white couches sit in the middle of the room, and in between them is a some, marble table.

Dipper runs past the entertainment room and rushes up a flight of stairs. There she hears music, happy cheerful music. It's much better than the darkness that has shrouded Saddle Arabia since the death of the Queen, yet it seems her mother or family hasn't been that effected by it. She walks a little closer to the harmonious sound. Then SMACK! She is laying on her back at the hooves of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Dipper's mother is also near her, angered by her youngest daughter's disappearance. Celestia and Luna smile at the small unicorn at their hooves. But Dipper's mother is furious, but still, she bows to the royals.

"I'm so sorry your majesties," her mother says. "My daughter is rude, and doesn't listen to me." Dipper looks angrily at her mother, who is telling lies.

"Stand aside," Luna orders the lying mother, helping Dipper to up. She stares into Dipper's brown eyes, more or less, Dipper feels like she's staring into her soul.

"Thou is a special unicorn," she quietly tells Dipper. "Not sickly, if that is what thou is thinking, no. Thou is special in a different way. Thou will do big things in the future, yes." There Celestia uses her yellow magic and pulls a silver broach on Dipper's bandanna, right next to the needle.

"The world needs more kindness," Celestia tells her. "I don't need to talk to you to know that you'll do great things someday. Great things that won't go unrecognized." Dipper looks at the broach. It's a silver unicorn, it's tail and mane made of small rubies.

"I doubt I'll do big things. No one seems to know of my existence. I'm also easily forgotten at home," Dipper replies, right in front of her own mother. Celestia and Luna look at each other.

"Little Dipper," Luna says to Dipper's surprise. "We know everyponies' names, and not to forget their destinies. I know what thou will turn out to be. Thou might not see thou self as a prodigy now, but don't worry, thou will soon."

"You might not have such a wonderful beginning, but that doesn't make you who or what you are. It's the end of the story, that makes you out. So, Dipper who are you? I don't want an answer now, I want an answer when I see you again."

There was that question again. Who are you? Dipper had been asked many times this very question. No matter what, she could never find the answer, her name wasn't the answer, at least that is what she thought. Never had she known that destiny did not give her an answer, that she would have to go and find it out for herself. Many years of suffering will soon lead Dipper to her destiny. Many questions, mainly the one just asked;

Who are you?