15th of July, Southern Equestria; 1923

The sun rose early that morning, just peeking over the mountains and dividing sunlight. Somewhere, far away, a princess was raising the sun. I lay in bed, my stomach aching. Cassy had been tending to me ever since John went to seed me. Being 15 at the time, it was awkward to carry on in birth. My workload was carried lightly, as well as Zecora. We still had to do our share of work. I arose from bed slowly, keeping a hoof on my now inflating belly.

"Zecora. Zecora!" I whispered into my friend's ear, who flinched and sat upright, gasping in pain. I urged her back down and told we'd need to do our share of work today.

Author's Note

This chapter will not be finished until tomorrow.