SnowFlake Fields

Butter Zoom stood outside the Police Station. The building was made of stone, rather than wood. Stone the previous council had carved over long days of hard work. The buildings appearance was a smooth silvery color that sparkled when the sun hit it just right. The windows were circular like any other main house in the village, but the glass was a tad thicker and lined with a wiry mesh. The roof was a dark black, with a small sign posted above the door entrance. The letters had long lost the golden paint that filled the carved out symbols. It was hard to read, only the shadows from the hollowed out wood gave any hints. Butter Zoom knew what the sign spoke. He leaned his head downward to the dirt and read:

"'Police, in each other we trust."

Tears began to welt in his eyes as his grandmother entered his thoughts. He took a deep breath and shook them off. The sun was completely down now. He turned from the station to spot SnowFlake as she walked through the center of town with something under hoof. A closer look revealed it was bright green blob, though the corners now were turning white. He went to trout over to her, and then stopped himself. He bit his lip, walked behind the police station and ran into the woods. It did not take long for the tears to begin to roll down his face, letting the salty water stain his fur.

***

SnowFlake had reached her home and placed the moss on top of the bed-stand, making sure it had a nice flat rock to cuddle to. She knew the breed grew upon Mossy's Antlers, but what the colors meant was foreign to her. The moss had turned almost fully white mostly around the area near her window, was it reacting to the light? No, that did not make sense, or else it would have turned even whiter when she walked through the open meadow. It was night time though; maybe it was shifting to accommodate that?

The deer pondered more and went to her endless stack of journals for help. Mossy had loaned her a few of his years’ worth of records that had data on some of his experiments with the strange flora. Unlike her, he had left the village, and came back with his backpack full of strange and wonderful plants. He was careful not to let them breed into the area, and contained them within glass environment tanks.  Maybe this was a foreign hybrid he produced? She leafed through a few books, her eye sight becoming fuzzy. Snow looked out her window and noticed the moon was now high in the sky watching over them all. Its light was soft within her home, and the more she stared at it the more she felt herself drifting into sleep.

***

The deer raised her head slowly from the stack of journals as she blinked her dreams away to yawn. For a second she thought a darkened figure was trying to tell her something but the deer could not hear her. The night twinkled in the creatures’ mane, and the moon shown through her eyes. What a beautiful creature she thought. She did not have time to ponder her dreams though; she had to find out what happened to her uncle.

SnowFlake gathered the moss again, it had grown a tad bit over night and specs of its tiny feathery grain were clutching to the rock. The moss liked it there. She didn't want to disturb it again, realizing she ripped the poor plant from its home once. Sadly she knew it was important, and she wondered how to keep a bit on her. She looked around her room, the walls covered with shelves containing random plant samples and glass bottles. Bottles. She darted around, looking for some twine. Once she found the goods she placed the moss into a small glass bottle and tied a loop around the cap, letting the bottle dangle from making a necklace. It was much easier to carry this way, and it kind of looked cute. She recorded the design down in her fashion ideas before heading out.

The sun was crawling over the town, some parts still a bit more in shade than others. The trees often covered the morning light until around ten in the morning. She light this cool refreshing time, the air smelt touched by dew. Refreshing and wintry, fall was clearly coming. Leafs would soon fall from the branches and she would need to record their change in size.  She groaned a bit, remembering that she did not finish the meadow catalog. Those dang wild flowers seem to crossbreed into new flowers each year, and she could hardly keep up with tracking the gene-pool changes.

She walked away from her home after carefully locking the door- it was a troubled time after all. She adjusted the necklace, looking at the moss. It was bright green again, with just a speck of white. She looked towards the woods beyond her home. Maybe she ought to look there first- and as she crept behind her house, the moss began to sprout a bud without her knowing. It was a small red dot, hardly noticeable to the eye.

***

Twilight sat on a hard wooden bench; the cell was damp and cold. Rather than metal bars however, the room was made of stone, with a door that locked with a deadbolt. She could easily escape with a simple teleportation spell, but she knew the repercussions of that choice. Her main fear was Spike, the Head of Police questioned him alone, and then she, asking each of them what happened. Their stories line up, but Spike was getting nervous and really disliked being apart from her. She heard a faint click, then a harsh grinding sound. The door swung upon and Written entered her cell.

He looked at her disgusted, and then something twinkled in his eye. He looked away from her, stopping his hoof, then lifted his chin up a bit.

"Twilight Sparkle. I listened to you read a few days ago in town square. The document was wonderfully written."

"Thank you; I did my best to understand the regulation of this town."

"I understand you've obtained your own kingdom through heroic actions."

"I did not do it alone, Spike and my friends helped. Without them I would not be the pony I am today..."

She gave a flap of her wings.

"... Or the princess I am."

Written looked over to her, taking a look at the crown upon her head.

"Somethings not right here. My understanding is that you became an Alicorn.  You earned your title. Why would you lie to us about Mossy? Is it because you have power now?"

She could tell in his eyes, he was only asking because he had too. He seemed bright, and conflict shown upon his face- she wondered how powerful Maple really was.

"We both know what Butter Zoom told you were a lie. Officer Written Bark, you know this town better than I. I was just sent to update documents."

The officer stomped his hoof down fast, causing the door to shake and two other deer to rush over to them.

"Pony's will destroy this area! We cannot lose our home to that! Your kind goes were they please, and take what they want."

"You’re not the first to say that, and for some pony folk that might be true. But I don't want that way of living. We can come to an agreement both of our kinds are happy with. We can forge a friendship from this bitterness."

"You know nothing of our troubles."

"What do you mean; this town seems peaceful and happy. What pledges such a lovely town?"

The officer looked shocked, his voice quivered a bit.

"What in, you don't know? Where you not informed?"

He paused a moment, his chest heaved in and out- as he calmed himself down to a somber state.

"We can till the earth like Earth ponies, and few of us can fly and affect the weather like Pegasus. But have you seen a single deer craft together magic like a unicorn? That was taken from us long ago."

"Taken from you?" Twilight looked into his eyes, she only knew of one person who could take magic fully way.

"By Celestia."