History In the Making

The days have been harsh lately among the three tribes. Never have I seen a winter so long and far reaching as this years, and it troubles everypony. With the continuing snow, the Earth-pony farmers bring less food, and messages to explain have fallen on deaf ears. I fear that we ponies may starve to death before this problem will be able to be fixed.

Attempts to convince the Pegasi to stop the snow have been met with confusion and pointed hooves. They say that this long winter is not caused by their hooves, and that it is beyond them to stop it. In truth, the Pegasi blame the Unicorns for the winter that they claim is beyond their control. As though continuing this mess and starving us all is something that the royal line would plan.

I have proposed my last effort to our leader, the insufferable regal Princess Platinum. I can only hope that ponies are able to listen to each other and see reason out of this madness. We are all in this together.

Clover the Clever watched as snow fell outside the castle walls. Snow had been falling continuously for the past seven months, and even in the Unicorn kingdoms heated castle, the chill was starting to reach ponies. Maybe the cold was why relations with other tribes of ponies had soured over the last few years.

The green maned unicorn shook the thought from her head. Of course it wasn't the cold. Relations had been going bad for years, and while this winter was the worst since, the weather is hardly to blame for ponies not agreeing with each other. It is nothing more than madness to blame nature for ponies anger.

She remembers the words of her teacher from many years ago. The tribes will never truly see eye to eye. Where Unicorns see knowledge, Earth-ponies see only tools and Pegasi only weapons. It is only to be understood that the three will never truly be at peace.

She wishes that his words were untrue. At one point, she truly believed that the three tribes could become one, had they merely been kind to one another. Every so often, she still dreamed of a land where they could all be one, though this was a rarity in recent months.

Her thoughts changed when she became an advisor to the royal family, however. Being called on to settle disputes, the mare was brought face to face with all the hatred and anger that ran between ponies. Despite this anger, the tribes knew that the others relied on their abilities, and to lose one would probably destroy them all.

The thought had only just left Clovers mind when the door to her chambers slammed open, revealing an irate white unicorn sporting a short, platinum-blonde mane with a crown topping her head. Almost as soon as the door had opened, the unicorn shouted out, "Clover! Come at once, lest your Princess goes mad with fury."

The cream coated unicorn rolled her eyes at the words. At times, she wishes that the Princess would go mad, if only to save her from her insufferable needs. Of course, she would never tell anypony that these thoughts were in her head. That would be treason against the royal line, and what kind, loyal advisor would think treasonous thoughts? Such was why she could only write such thoughts in the journal she kept stashed away.

Trotting over to her guest, Clover bowed her head to the mare as she spoke. "Princess Platinum, to what honor am I deserving of your company on this day?" The Princess strode into her servants room, looking around as though she hadn't seen it just a few days before when she visited to complain about the earth-pony farmers bringing less produce to the palace.

"Those brutish Pegasi continue to blame us for this horrid weather that they have brought upon us. I swear, If they do not stop this snowfall soon, we unicorns shall freeze to death before winters end." The Princess laid herself upon one of the cushions in Clovers room, staring at the scholar as she waited.

Sighing, Clover levitated a basin of hot water she had kept for when her hooves were dirty or cold in front of the Princess. "We do not know for sure that the Pegasi are the ones to blame for this winter, your Highness. Maybe if we talked with the other tribes we could find what the true problems are, rather than guess as we continue to starve."

"What do you think we have been doing for the last month?" The Princess cried out as she shoved a hoof into the basin, causing the water inside to splash onto Clover. "We have tried talking to the tribes, and they refuse to give us answers as to why they continue to refuse aiding us. Talking is certainly not assisting us."

Clover wiped her face off with her hoof as she thought on these words. While it was true that the tribes were communicating, it was all through messengers. There had been no face to face communicating in the months leading to the winter truly becoming harsh. With idea in mind, Clover spoke her plan to the Princess.

"Maybe if we gathered the tribes leaders together, we might be able to learn why-"

"Me? In the same room as those boorish pegasi and filthy earth-ponies? What foolish thought is this?" Princess Platinum shouted, interrupting Clovers explination.

"Please, Princess. Should we reason with the others, surely they would understand our plight and assist us once more. I only ask for you to talk with them, that reason win out over their hatred."

"And what makes you think that they will listen now, opposed to the many times before? You yourself have heard some of the messages sent back by those philistines."

"It is easier to send a messenger with no message than to give no explanation to a pony sitting right before you. Should we gather the leaders in one place, it shall be an easy task to hear everyone's side of the story. Once we understand what is happening, we can attempt to fix this."

Princess Platinum turned her nose up before opening an eye to look upon her advisor. Clover's advice had helped the unicorn kingdom quite a few times in the past, and even she knew it would be foolish to ignore her idea. "If I must, then."

Clover grinned from ear to ear at the confirmation before running over to a nearby letter desk. "I shall make the preparations at once then, your Highness." In a moment the desk was covered with writing implements as the green maned mare wrote two letters to be sent out.

The white coated mare watched as her servant went to work on the letters before she sighed. "Should this plan not work, I fear drastic measures may need to be taken."