The Legacy of Little Dipper

"What do you think you were doing?!" Dipper's mother yells when they get home. "Your brother's notes are blank and I might get the boot! What do you have to say for yourself?!" Dipper just stares at her angry mother. She is still playing the conversation with the princesses over and over in her mind. It always comes back to that one question; who are you? The question was so tough to answer. The only one in Saddle Arabia that could not answer it was Little Dipper. She couldn't even say it aloud without tripping on the words, stumbling to find the right answer, so she could tell the princesses of her findings. Who was she? She was the daughter of King Sombra. No. To Dipper, that wasn't a good answer. She would come across as selfish and hasty, like her father. She was a poor, sickly unicorn. Not as good either. That would lead her off as weak and pathetic, like all the years she suffered through.

"Dipper!" Her mother's agitated voice rang in her ears, letting reality come to her mind.

"I'm not sorry, mother," Dipper said, finally standing up for herself. "I would have never been asked who I was if I hadn't done that. I would have never had the princesses say I was special, and that I would do big things one day. They would have never informed me that those deeds would go unrecognized if I didn't run from your and sister's backs. I am who I am, I'm still searching for the answer, but I will remain me as the days pass, until I answer the question. From a mother of several, I wouldn't expect you to understand." Her mother looks at her in disgust, anger, and frustration. She uses her magic to grab Dippers bandanna and pull her upstairs to her room.

"You will remain here until you apologize. And you will go unfed tonight. You will think about what you've done," she says, slamming the door on Dipper. In the cold darkness, with only the moon's soft light shining in through a cracked window, Dipper lies on her bed, but not questioning what she did. She did not feel sympathy for her mother. She was a mean, rude, and cold beast to her own daughter. She favored her brothers and sisters over her sickliest child. All her mother did was shun and ignore her. Dipper always felt like a disappointment to her own mother. Her father was the only one who truly loved her, but he never returned from his quest to the Crystal Empire in Equestria.

Dipper hadn't even seen any of her griffon friends. They were gone, they vanished into thin air. How could one griffon that killed the Queen on accident outlaw all the rest? it was a friendly species, but also overshadowed. The royals tried their best to help the half lion half eagle kind, but it was no use. They slept in allies and atop trashcans. They fought for food with each other. Ponies helped them frequently though. Sea Foam was an old griffon who had lived in the outskirts for many years. He had been friends with some of the older stallions who hung out a the small saloons, playing chest and checkers with them most of the time. The saloon owner had been very generous, and had let Sea Foam sleep in the pantry below. Griffons were a species no pony could hate. The children of many griffons would play with fillies and colts like they were born together. Whirl Wave also have a few griffon friends herself.

Dipper gets up from her bed and over to the window. She pushes it open quietly.

"No griffons, no apples. No pony to talk to. Darkness has fallen too. The towns are in chaos. The King and princesses are mourning over the loss of the Queen. The days grow harsher. Winter is also coming. There is going to be no food. We're all going to starve," Dipper stares at the stars, finding all the constellations on spot. The Little Dipper was her favorite of course. It was small, yet a huge legend was built around it. It was about a small bear that did big things to get it's image in the stars. Dipper's father had always told her that if she did big things, she would be rewarded soon enough. Afterwards, the small unicorn had done multiple things to get where she is now. She had big dreams too, and she wasn't going to let somepony else tell her different, not even her own flesh and blood.

Reader, do you remember the griffon the fell and accidentally killed the Queen? Did you think we forgot about her? Of course not! The story would be useless without her!

The griffon sits firmly in the rain next to a gargoyle atop a tall building, trying to not be seen by royal guards. Her wings' bandages are soaked, and her wings are matted. But revenge is this way. After the princesses refused to listen to the griffon's apology, what they didn't know was that her heart became cold and hate-filled, which led to her undying grudge against the royals. But not only did the princesses create a grudge against them, but their father and the citizens too. The griffon looks down at the saddened people. The land has grown dark and cold, no food has grown yet either. The griffon smiles at the sight.

"Aw, my little pedestrians, so cold, so barren." She looks over the guards, who are rolling the broken and shattered float where the Queen last spoke. "And what do these fools believe? They think the griffons are awful. 'All apples are illegal! All griffons are outlaws and need to be killed on sight!' Pathetic! Do they actually think that banning both my kind and apples is going to stop me from having my revenge?" She moves from her spot.

Walking in an dark ally, she looks quietly out at the people, watching them silently through squinted eyes.

"The dreams of the many," the griffons whispers to herself. "So many ponies have dreams. I have a dream. Soon, my dream will be fulfilled. Revenge is my dream, having their hearts is my dream. Like before. Soon, revenge will be mine."