Chapters Day 1
Today, I celebrated my day of birth. My father has given me this journal as a gift. He told me it could be an escape from these horrible days of misery and sadness. Let me introduce myself, my dear diary. I am Rosemary, born into the earth pony tribe. I reside with my father, mother, sister, and two brothers. Of my siblings, I am the eldest. Throughout my childhood, my father was one of the greatest farmponies. Unfortunately, this storm has ceased almost all crop growing. Coming into my adolescence, I am now needed to assist Father with the farming. He has not given up hope, despite living in the frozen tundra that is now our home. As I write, I look out into the dark night, hoping to see a star through the blanket of clouds and snow over the land.
One of the twins, Grape Seed, told me he witnessed one of the dark stallions flying around our small house this morning. I fear they are after us. My mother tells me they are called ‘Windigos’. I questioned her about what they want, but she only replied with an expression of sadness. My intuition tells me she does not want to destroy what is left of my happiness. I love my mother. It hurts to see her so down. Tomorrow, I’ll sketch something to give to her. After all, she did give me something beautiful for today.
It is a wondrous flower, dried and hardened into thin glass, though the pigments of red are still bright and lively. To be exact, it’s a rose. I have rarely seen them here, but she tells me it has been passed down for four generations. I’ll store it in the back of this journal for safekeeping!
Oh, how I wish you could speak. It would be nice to have a friend. I grew up with only my twin brothers. My sister is still but a toddler. Sometimes, I feel alone. I know I have my parents, but it’s just not the same. At least you’ll listen to me.
It is awfully late. My bedside candle is close to burning out, so I should conclude this entry. Maybe tomorrow I will have more to tell you. Sweet dreams, my friend.
Rosemary
Day 2
Hello, again, my newest friend!
I know I didn’t write about much yesterday. I just wanted to introduce myself to you. Anyway, today wasn’t all that special, but it was different from the usual boring life I have, so far, endured…
I sighed as I looked up into the cloudy sky. It was mid-afternoon, but it seemed so much later. The thick layer of snow on the ground made it difficult to till the soil. Resting my forelegs, I propped them on the garden hoe I was using. My father stood on the opposite side of the field, wielding the heavier tools. Our fields were white, not green like they were supposed to be. I frowned as I watched him kick the powdery substance that blanketed the dirt. Poor Father. It must have been so hard for him to go from top farmer, to obsolete laborer. Every night I would shed a tear for him. I wasn’t sure how he managed to get me a journal for my day of birth, but it was touching.
“I’m starting to think we should give up, Father! You are aging earlier than you should be from the stress!” I called to him.
“No, my dear Rosemary. If I stop, now, I’ll surely age quicker! You may go inside with your mother and siblings. I’ll… stand here and think, I guess.” He mumbled.
I chuckled at his stubbornness. It didn’t matter what obstacles came his way, he found no reason to give up. Carrying my garden hoe in my teeth, I trudged through the snow back into our small house. We lived farther away from the others in our tribe. Other houses were barely visible in clear weather, much less the constant snow that fell. With a hopeful smile, I placed the tool with the other equipment inside the shed that was built into our home.
“Oh, how I wish you were magical.” I whispered to the tools.
My smile disappeared. If they were, my father wouldn’t have such a difficult time. I locked the shed and made my way into the house. My mother sat beside our wood stove nursing my baby sister. When she saw me, she put on a smile. I know it was forced, but she always told us to stay hopeful when things were tough. I dipped my head to greet her. My brothers galloped behind me, hugging my hind leg and tail.
“Rosie! Did you find us some food?” Grape Seed blurted.
“Yeah, we are awfully hungry!” Orange Seed added.
I almost cried, but I swallowed my pain, and hugged them both. “I’m sorry, little ones. I didn’t find-“
“Potatoes!” My father burst through the door, the sudden gust of wind blowing more snow into the house. “I’ve managed to find four potatoes!”
“Oh, how wonderful!” Mother exclaimed.
Grape and Orange cheered, running to Father in excitement. This was a feast, compared to the usual few beans that we dig up. Immediately, my mother handed my sister to me and went to work with two of the potatoes. She knew to save the other two for the following day. My father, tenderly, kissed her cheek while she sliced the vegetables. I was lucky, despite the harsh environment around us. My parents loved each other and never fought. I liked to think they gave each other hope. I decided to sit in front of the wood stove with Peach so she would be warm.
“Peachy, can you say Rosie ?” I asked her.
The blonde filly giggled, producing bubbles and slobbering onto my forehooves. I kissed her forehead. She was prematurely born, so Mother said she wouldn’t learn like a normal foal. She would talk and walk later. I laid on my back, holding the filly in the air and playing with her.
“Want to fly, Peachy?” I cooed.
She let out a happy squeal and flailed her hooves.
“Okay, here we go!” I held her sides, moving her through the air as if to mimic flying. She squealed and laughed even more, earning a smile from Father, who watched us with pride. He trotted over, taking Peach and saving me from the stream of saliva that ran down her tiny chin.
“Rosemary, I want you to know just how proud I am of you.” He set Peach on his back and sat next to me.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just helping with Peach.” I waved it off.
“That’s not what I meant.” He pulled me over and hugged me. His grey stubble was prickly against my forehead. “You’re in your young adult years. You should be worried about the stallions, or trying to disobey your parents. Instead, you go out of your way to help us with chores and take care of your sister and brothers. I wish… I could give you all a better life.” I watched a tear fall from his hardened face.
I wrapped my hooves around him and smiled. “It’s okay, Father. I’m happy to assist you and Mother. As long as I have you both, it’s all I need.”
He sniffed and returned the smile. “Truly, you are a gift to us. When you were born, I knew you would bring great joy to our lives. I just realized how much joy you give.”
“It’s ready!” Mother called.
Father stood and kissed my forehead. “We’d better not keep your mother waiting. Everyone is hungry, after all.”
I nodded and followed him the few steps into the kitchen. Mother sat Orange and Grape at the table. Sitting down, I noticed the cubed potatoes on my metal plate. When my family had settled down, we began our precious meal. The salty cubes were wonderful! It had been a while since I had eaten anything so delectable!
“Yummy!” The twins simultaneously exclaimed.
“Thank you, dears.” Mother chuckled.
“Tomorrow, I’ll be going to Chancellor Puddinghead. She’s called for a meeting with the council and I must attend.” Father announced.
“Why has she sent for the council? She couldn’t possibly know what to do about the farmland.” Mother asked him.
He sighed. “That is why I’m requested to be there, Tulip. They need me to direct the meeting and arrange plans.”
“But, Father, how long will you be gone?” I spoke up.
“I should be back before dusk.” He yawned. “I must leave at dawn, however, so I need to get into bed pretty early.”
Father disappeared behind the door to their bedroom. Peach slept in the room with them for the time being. When she aged further, she would share a room with me. The twins had their own room. Well, the attic was turned into their bedroom. They complained about sharing a room with me because I wasn’t ‘tough enough’ to hang out with colts. I didn’t mind. I enjoyed my private time with my sketchbook.
I continued drying the few dishes as Mother rinsed. We conversed for a short time before the colts galloped through the door, carrying a pail. They stopped behind us, holding the pail behind their backs and holding in excited giggles.
“Mommy, we found a new pet!” Orange told her.
“Can we keep it?” Grape asked.
Mother tilted her head in curiosity. “What is it?”
The twins looked at each other, then shoved the pail to her. When she saw what was inside, she backed away, bumping into me. “Eek! Get that thing out of here!”
Her yelling must have frightened whatever was in the pail, because the colts struggled to hold it still. They fell back as the pail hit the floor and a large rat scrambled across the floor. I hurriedly climbed onto a chair, shrieking.
“Oak Tree! Get out here and kill this vermin!” Mother yelled as she danced around the kitchen, the rodent chasing after her. The large, black rat squeaked and chased her all over the room. The colts desperately tried to catch it, only to fail multiple times. Finally, she was backed into a corner. Turning her head, she kicked her hoof out in an attempt to shoo it away. Her hoof impacted the creature, earning a bite from it. She hissed in pain, still kicking at it. Mother grabbed a straw broom and hit the rat, sending it flying into a wall. It fell to the floor, unmoving.
Father stumbled in, darting his eyes back and forth. “What happened, here?”
“Your sons brought a rat inside!” Mother glared at the twins, still panting.
Grape and Orange gulped and ran to their room, slamming the door.
My father shook his head and swept the dead rat out the back door. “It’s dead, now, darling.” He held Mother’s hoof in his, inspecting the small bite. “Rinse the wound, dear. It should heal in a day or so.”
Mother smiled and kissed him. “I don’t know what we are going to do with your children, Oak.”
I carefully climbed down from the chair and trotted to the bin, wetting a piece of cloth to wash her wound. “Come over here, Mother, and I’ll help you.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Rose.” Making her way over to me, she propped her hoof on the edge of the sink. I examined it. The tiny, red tooth marks were pretty deep in her orange hide. Gently, I wiped the blood away.
“I despise rodents.” She shuddered.
I chuckled. “You can’t be mad at them. They are colts!”
She sighed. “I know. Your father was a colt once. It’s why he doesn’t like to discipline them.” A moment later, she laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I grinned.
“Oh, just reminiscing. When you were Peach’s age, you had just learned to walk. I remember one day in particular when I brought you outside to watch your father tilling. I turned my back for a second to hand him a shovel and when I saw you weren’t with me, anymore, I panicked. It took your father and me an hour to find you! Do you know where you were?” She nudged me.
I tapped my chin. “Where?”
“You were chasing a butterfly and ended up in the tool shed under a bucket!” She laughed. “The only reason we found you was because we heard you crying.
I stifled a laugh. “Sorry to worry you, then.”
She patted my foreleg. “It’s alright, love. It’s getting close to night. I think I should get Peach to sleep.” She picked up my sister and nuzzled her. Peach rubbed her eyes and yawned.
“Good night, Peachy!” I waved at her as Mother carried her into the bedroom.
I was alone. Glancing around the room, I saw that, in all the ruckus, a few things had fell from the counter. I picked up the plate, broom, and clay jar, arranging them back in their places. When I was finished, I blew out the candles and tiptoed to my room. My desk faced the window. I settled on the cushion and stared out into the night. The bright snow contradicted the darkened sky. Sighing, I got to work on the sketch I promised to draw for Mother.
It wasn’t hard to think of it. She was a beautiful mare. Her long, peach-colored mane accented her features well. Her smile made it worthwhile. With each stroke of my charcoal, the picture came to life. Lines and curves shaped the sketch. As I finished the details, I smiled down at the bouquet of tulips I had drawn. She loved tulips, not only for her name, but they were her grandmother’s favorite flower. She told me stories about her about how she was in love with a unicorn.
In one tale, my great grandmother had ran away to be with him. It turned out to be a terrible fate, as she was sentenced to death after the birth of my grandfather. She disappeared, however, before she could be executed. Mother tells me she secretly left her foal in her sister’s care. That story always made me question my heritage…
Was her foal half unicorn? If it were true, I would be part unicorn! One day, I will find out. When I’m on my own, I’ll venture the nation, searching for answers. I’ll bring you with me, diary. We can explore together! It’ll be fascinating! Maybe we can meet some interesting characters. I may even find a handsome stallion! For now, though, I can only dream. I’ll give this drawing to Mother in the morning and ask her more questions about our history. It’s like our own little family mystery! I’m terribly excited!
I’ll see you tomorrow night and tell you everything!
Rosemary
Day 4
I apologize for not writing the previous night. I have been up the entire night waiting for Father. I have mentioned that he had a meeting with Chancellor Puddinghead, but he never came home…
“Mother, where is he?” I asked her with tears in my eyes. “He said he would return before dark last night!”
I watched out of the window for Father. I waited there until morning to make sure he arrived safely. When he never showed, I became worried. What if something had happened to him? Mother scolded me for thinking such things, but I could no longer control the thoughts. It was an agonizing wait.
“Rose, don’t worry so much! He’s probably just needed elsewhere. Puddinghead probably sent him to another farm to assist. You know how she can be.” She reassured me.
I moved my red mane from my eyes. Being so upset, I couldn’t even brush it that morning! Orange Seed galloped down the stairs into the living area. I expected Grape to be alongside him, but I didn’t see him. Strange, since they were practically inseparable. When I saw the despair in his eyes, I went over to him, holding him in my forehooves in an attempt to comfort him.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, forcing a smile.
“Grape is sick, Rosie. He doesn’t want to get out of bed and play.” He pouted.
I didn’t think anything about it, as the freezing weather kept us constantly sniffling.
“Dear Orange, your brother has just come down with a cold. He should be well within a couple of days. I, myself, have had a slight cough. There must be something going around.” Mother told him.
“But, I can’t play alone!” Orange complained.
“How about you and I go outside? We can build a snow castle!” I tried to cheer him up.
He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t know the password to the castle.”
I sighed. “Is it ‘colts rule all the land’?”
He gasped. “How did you know?”
“Oh, you know. Lucky guess.”
Mother chuckled. “You’d better put on your overcoats. The wind is picking up, again.”
As she helped Orange into his overcoat, I trotted to my room and grabbed mine. I also wrapped my old scarf around my neck for good measure. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the sketch I forgot to give to Mother. Quickly, I gripped it in my muzzle and galloped out to her. She waited by the door for me.
“Mother! I forgot to give this to you, yesterday.” I held the drawing in my hoof. I was very hopeful that she would enjoy it.
She perked up. “For me?”
I nodded, my smile growing more sincere.
She looked over the bouquet of tulips before bringing me towards her for a hug. “Oh, Rose, you didn’t have to do this. It’s so beautiful! I love you, sweetheart.” She sniffled. I couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or if she was near tears. “You’d better hurry out with Orange. He’s getting impatient. I may go and take a nap with Peach.”
I nodded before being dragged outside by my younger brother. He, immediately, began construction on the frozen castle. It would have been helpful to use a shovel, but I knew they were only used for work. I looked around, trying to find something to help build the structure. Spotting a pail, I trotted over and inspected it for holes. I realized it had been the same one my brothers carried the large rat in. Rats are a normal pest, but I had never seen one that large. I figured it had migrated in search of food and warmth.
“We can use that to carry more snow!” Orange called.
Ignoring my protests, he grabbed the handle in his teeth and trotted, happily, to the pile of snow he had been working on. I sighed at his stubbornness, but went along with him, anyway. With each bucket-full of the powdery substance, the castle grew. Eventually the pile had grown as tall as me.
“We must begin the hollowing!” He bellowed.
I giggled as I watched him bring his small hoof to his chest to mimic a brave knight. I followed his orders and started packing the snow, digging an entrance, and creating what looked like short walls.
“Rose, when is Father coming home?” He asked.
I paused, then continued on, not looking his way. “I-I don’t know. He shouldn’t be too much longer.”
“Did something bad happen?”
“No, no. Everything is just fine!” I lied. “Chancellor Puddinghead gave him unexpected orders, is all.”
He eyed me, unsure. “Okay.”
I wanted to believe it, myself, so I did. Constantly, I would repeat what I had told Orange. The entire time we were outdoors, I said it in my mind. Fortunately, building the snow fort had took my mind off of things. When we finished, I admired our work. The castle was slightly bigger than me, complete with four, impressive towers. The entrance was nothing but an opening in the front. I smiled down at Orange who stared in awe.
“I’d say we did a brilliant job!” I elbowed him.
He nodded, then rushed inside the entrance. I chuckled as he climbed to the top and stood on the roof.
“I, Knight Orange, hereby declare that fillies are now welcome into my kingdom!” He read from an imaginary scroll.
I chuckled. “Many thanks, oh brave one!”
Suddenly, his eyes went wide and his smile grew. He bounded down the snowy castle and past me. I looked to the direction he was heading. A mixture of relief and overjoy flooded my mind. Father had returned! I flung myself towards the path he was walking. He looked fatigued. Depressed, even. I slowed down to a trot and threw my hooves around him.
“Father! You’re back!” I felt his foreleg around me. Orange clung to his other one.
“Children! I’m happy to see you!” He forced a tired smile.
I examined him. “What did the chancellor have you to do? She forced you to overwork!” I was outraged.
“Chancellor Puddinghead was absent in the meeting. She had Smart Cookie to take over.” He said as we walked, slowly, towards the house.
I sighed with more relief. Smart Cookie lived up to her name. She was so much more reasonable than the chancellor.
“I thought you would be home last night.” Orange spoke up.
Father yawned. “I traveled through the night. I was needed in the farthest of northern fields. Puddinghead declared she would meet with Princess Platinum and Commander Hurricane to attempt to resolve the worldwide deprivation. This storm has effected the unicorns, as well. She suspects the pegasi are responsible, but I know better. They couldn’t possibly be so cruel. They may even be suffering the same.”
I hung my head. “Do you think they would be able to come to an agreement?”
He shook his head. “Not unless the three leaders are able to see past their misjudgments.”
I hurried to open the door for him. The second I closed the door he collapsed onto the floor, snoring. Mother trotted over to him and helped to escort him to their bedroom. I was so happy he had returned. It would have been horrible if something bad happened to him. Orange wanted to follow them, but I stopped him.
“Let him rest. He’s been working hard.” I told him. “Let’s go check on Grape Seed.”
The colt frowned, but agreed. We walked up the short flight of stairs into their bedroom. I spotted Grape shivering underneath the wool blanket in his bed. Orange climbed onto his small chair and watched as I felt his forehead. He was awfully warm.
“Grape, are you feeling better?” I asked, softly.
He sneezed and sniveled. “I’m cold, Rosie.”
I lay beside him to keep him warm. He snuggled beside me and smiled. “I can’t wait until I get better. I want to play with Orange, again.” He rasped.
I chuckled. “You’ll be better, soon. I’m sure the snow castle will still be there. For now, you need to rest and gather your strength.”
“You built a snow fort?” He looked to Orange, who nodded with pride. “How wonderful!” Grape lay his head down.
The feeble colt yawned, quickly drifting off to sleep. When I was sure he was warm enough, I quietly stood and tiptoed towards the door.
“Are you coming, Orange?” I whispered.
He yawned, too. “I may get in bed with Grape to keep him warm. I’m sleepy.”
I smiled as he climbed under the blanket and closed his eyes. It warmed my heart to know he loved his brother so much. I quietly closed the door and slowly walked down the stairs. Mother and Peach were sitting beside the stove, keeping warm. In the kitchen, dishes sat in the bin, unwashed. I got to work, scrubbing the tin plates and cups.
“Rose, I’ll get those, later. Don’t worry about them-“ Mother fell into a coughing fit. When she was finished, she growled. “Confound this weather.”
“It’s okay. I’ll wash the dishes.” I offered.
It didn’t take long to finish the chore. I was happy to help, anyway. Peach crawled towards me, so I picked her up and nuzzled her soft cheeks. She seemed feverish, like Grape. There must have been a terrible cold going around. I’ve had the flu, once. It was awful!
“Wose!” Peach giggled.
I hugged her. “You spoke!”
Rushing over to Mother, I announced the good news. “Mother, Peach is talking!”
“What did she say?”
“She said my name!” I cheered. “Come on, Peach, say ‘Rose’!”
The infant did nothing but babble and carry on.
Mother laughed. “She only speaks when she wants.”
I laughed with her. “It won’t be long. She’ll soon carry on conversations.”
Setting Peach on the floor with her stuffed dog, I went to sit by Mother. Glancing at her hoof, I noticed she had it wrapped where the rat had bitten her. She rubbed it a couple of times, so I started wondering if it was getting infected. The only things I knew to do was keep it clean or soak it in salt water. Picking up her hoof, I started to unwrap it.
“Has your hoof been giving you trouble?” I asked her.
She shook her head. I knew she was lying.
When I finished unwrapping it, I gasped at the sight. While the bite was originally small, the wound had now opened further. The discoloration was horrifying! In a short time, it turned black and almost seemed rotted. Sores formed around the area, creating ghastly bubbles of pus. The smell was worse, though. Scents of decomposing flesh filled my nostrils, making me dry heave. What amazed me, was that it became this in less than two days.
“M-Mother…”
“It’s fine. I just… forgot to clean it.” She forced another smile.
I stared at her in shock. “This is much more than that! You need to see a doctor!”
“Maybe… tomorrow…” She could barely finish speaking before she collapsed.
“Mother!”
She was still breathing. I gently lay her head on the ground and rushed out the door. The nearest doctor wasn’t far, so I galloped the entire way. The cold wind stung my face as I ran. Her house sat behind a few dead apple trees. I zigzagged around them, trying to avoid any obstacle I could. I knew this was no longer an average cold. This was more serious! Panting heavily, I ran up the steps and banged on the door. No answer. I banged harder.
“Doctor Pine! Please! It’s an emergency!” I cried.
I heard shuffling and hoofsteps inside. Finally, the middle aged mare opened the door. “What’s happened, sweetheart?”
“Mother has collapsed! I think it’s from an infection!” The words flew from my muzzle as I grabbed her hoof to follow. She stumbled out the door.
“Let me grab my things. I’ll meet you there, alright? Just keep her head elevated.” She ordered.
My heart was slowly breaking. Why did this have to happen to such a kind and caring mare like Mother? I was angry, too. If my brothers hadn’t brought that stupid vermin in the house, this wouldn’t have happened. It had to have some kind of disease! I wanted to burn its body, to ensure nothing like this happened again. It wouldn’t matter, now. Mother was fighting for her life. I wanted to help any way I could.
Back home, I sat by my mother, holding her head in my lap. I sniffed, fighting back tears. Father came in, carrying a bowl of water. He dipped a cloth in the water and rung it. Then, he gently laid it across her forehead. Her breathing became rugged and forced. I caressed her mane, hoping she would wake. Every once in a while, I would glance at the door, waiting for Doctor Pine.
Father put his hoof on my shoulder. “I’ll take over, Rosemary. Go check on Peach and the colts.”
I nodded and helped situate Mother on a cushion. Just as I was about to leave the room, the front door swung open and in walked Doctor Pine. I rushed to her and took her scarf, hanging it by the door. She greeted Father and set her bag next to him, holding a hoof to Mother’s forehead.
She frowned. “Her fever is pretty high. Do you know where the infection originated?”
I quickly spoke up. “A rat bit her.” I uncovered the wound, showing her.
“Oh, my! This is terrible! A few ponies have come to me with a similar problem, but I haven’t seen one this severe.” She rubbed her chin.
“It’s possible. I’m wondering, though. Is there anypony else running fever in the house?”
“Grape and Peach have been ill. I thought it was only a cold.” He said.
“Keep them away from other foals. I don’t want this to spread.” She dug in her bag and pulled out a jar of herbs. “Make a tea from this mixture and give it to them. If anything, it will ease the pain. I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do.”
“But you must know what it is!” I pleaded.
She shook her head, sadly. “This is something I’ve only just, recently, discovered. It works fast. It seems to come from the rats, but only affects certain ponies.”
I glanced at the floor, hurt. There had to be something I could do.
“Don’t worry, Rosemary. So far, nopony has died. It may even be curable. I just have to have the right herbs.” Doctor Pine pat my shoulder.
“I’ll get them! Where can I find the plants?” I asked her.
“Absolutely not! I will not send you to such dangerous lands! This disease will pass. I don’t even know what herbs I’m looking for.” Her glare softened. “Be patient, keep them comfortable, and pray it passes, quickly. In the scenario that it does, in fact, worsen, I’ll speak with Chancellor Puddinghead about sending a group to gather the plants.”
When she wrapped Mother’s hoof, I brought her to the foals to examine them. Strangely, they had welts on their backs. Not noticeable, but still strange. I worried for them. They were only foals! I didn’t think they could handle such a horrible illness. Orange had to wait in my room while she examined them. He would probably have to stay in there, so he doesn’t catch this awful ailment.
“I’m sorry, but that’s all I can do. Don’t hesitate to come to me if anything changes.” She gathered her bag and scarf, then bid us farewell.weeks !
“I’ll take her to the bedroom.” Father said, his tired eyes betraying his hope.
I helped him lift her onto his back and carry her to the bed. As soon as they were out of sight, I went into the kitchen with the herbs and began making the tea. The grotesque image of Mother’s wound never left my mind. It was horrifying! Tears rolled down my cheeks. My family was being tortured by famine, freezing weather, and now a plague. Doctor Pine had said others were suffering from the same sickness. The rats. They were riddled with the disease, but why were we only just showing symptoms? We’ve had the varmints before and had no problems, other than a few destroyed crops.
Waiting for the water to boil, I stared out the small window. The storm seemed to get worse every day. Along with the symptoms of the disease. That’s it! The temperature effected the disease! I rubbed my neck, trying harder not to cry. If the storm doesn’t subside, soon, there would surely be death.
“Rosemary, are you feeling okay?” Father whispered behind me.
I nodded. “I’m alright. Father, do you think the low temperatures are working with this disease? It only seemed to spread after the storms became worse.”
He pondered for a few moments. “It’s possible, but it just doesn’t make sense. Where did the rats come from? How did they receive this malady?”
I took the boiling water and poured in some of the herb mixture, waiting for it to steep. “I do not know. I wish I could find the cure.”
“You heard the doctor. It’s too dangerous to venture out. I can’t lose you, as well.” He embraced me.
I rested my head on his shoulder, still leaning towards the idea that I need to do it. For the ponies who are suffering. For my family[/i
I’m watching Orange sleep peacefully on my bed. I hope he doesn’t fall ill, too. Oh, diary. I’m so afraid! I want, so bad, to walk out that door, but I just can’t bring myself to leave my papa to care for everypony, himself. What can I do? My family has suffered enough. I’m torn, truth be told. Doubt on one side, determination on the other. Why couldn’t the disease just take me, instead? Grape. Peach. They’re so young. They have a full life ahead!
I think I know what to do. If their wellbeing hasn’t improved, I’ll go. I’ll risk my life, if I must! Anything, to help them! It’s strange, isn’t it? Just a couple of days ago, I spoke of searching out my true origins. Now, I talk of curing a disease. I may even find the source of the plague. Surely, I couldn’t wait for Doctor Pine to speak with the chancellor. That could take so much longer than necessary! There may not be much time!
I’ll begin packing my things, tomorrow. Of course, you’ll come with me, my friend. I’ll need some company on my journey. I’ll see you, then.
Rosemary
Author's Note
Chopping and venturing my way through the dark forests of my clouded mind, I've finally created this chapter. Imagine me gagging as i'm typing that description of Tulip's hoof is a diary. Anyway, constructive criticism is always welcome! I hope you guys enjoy!
Hello, again. I’m sorry if I’m writing slowly, tonight. I’ve been so busy helping father clear some of the snow from our field and tending to Grape and Mother. I’m so tired, Diary. I want to sleep, but I can’t. I’ve left home. I’ll tell you what’s happened today…
I yawned. This was going to be a long morning. My hooves were already sore from shoveling the excess snow from our field. The wind was so much worse than it had been. It stung my face, like hundreds of tiny daggers piercing the sensitive flesh around my cheeks and muzzle. I moved my scarf around my face, to help with the harsh gusts.
“How are you holding up, Rose?” Father called.
I shivered. “G-good. Just a little chilly!”
He scanned the white horizon and sighed, heavily. “It’s no use. We’ll be out here for hours and not have a thing to show for it.” He trotted over to me. “Let’s get back inside. Do you think you can make the herbal tea for your mother and sibling? Orange can help you.”
“Of course.”
We forced our way inside through the wind. Before Father closed the door, I looked up into the sky, and I could have sworn the Windigos were staring at me. Watching me. My eyes grew wide, as the door shut. They were truly evil beings! They took solace in our misery! I let out the breath I was holding and stared at the wooden door. This was their fault! They were making the disease worse! They were starving and freezing us to death! I had to hold back a scream as my rage built itself on that foundation.
“Whatever is the matter? You look so disturbed.” Father spoke up.
I shook my head in an attempt to rid myself of my angered expression. “I-it’s nothing!”
From the corner of my eye, I saw he was looking at me. The concern on his face matched my anger. I went over to the wood stove and began boiling the already-collected water. Since it was so cold, the water in our well had turned mostly to ice. We had to leave the slushy liquid over the stove almost all morning. Thankfully, it was almost boiling.
I rubbed my eyes. No mirror was needed to tell I had severe bags under them. Tossing and turning all night was taking its toll on me, and it was definitely slowing me down. Earth ponies are supposed to be able to withstand fatigue to a certain extent. The story my mother told me returned to my thoughts. What if I really was part unicorn? That would explain my exhaustion coming so easily.
“Rosie, what’s wrong?” I heard Orange’s voice behind me.
“Just thinking, is all.” I quickly faked a smile and added another small log to the fire under the stove.
He pulled a stool next to me and hopped onto it, placing his small hooves on the cabinet. “About?”
“Oh, just whether or not I’ll meet a handsome stallion.” I lied. It was actually the last thing on my mind.
“Gross!” He stuck out his tongue.
I chuckled. “You’ll meet the mare of your dreams, one day.”
“No! Fillies are yucky!” He scrunched his nose, making me laugh more.
“Care to help me?” I ruffled his mane.
He nodded.
“Alright, Get ready to sprinkle a small amount of herbs into the bowls. They are strong, so it doesn’t take much.” I instructed.
I carefully poured the scolding water in two bowls. One for Mother, and one for Grape. When the bubbles ceased, Orange added a pinch of herbs into each one. He, then, covered the bowls for the tea to steep.
“Alright. Now, we just wait a few minutes.” I told him.
Only moments passed before he let out a sigh. “This is so boring! I wish Grape could play with me.” His ears drooped.
“Soon, Orange. He needs to get well.” I felt bad for him. “Do you want me to tell you a story? Mother told me the same story, and she even said it was true!”
He gasped, excitedly. “Really? You can tell me the story?”
“Of course.”
He situated himself on the stool as I sat on my haunches and took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you the story of our origin. Almost a century ago, our great grandmother lived in this very house with her sister. She was still lonely, though, and wanted nothing more than be in the company of a special stallion.” I giggled at his interest, despite the fact that it was a love story. “None of the earth stallions in our tribe interested her, so she decided to venture out into the far away land of Unicornia.”
“Unicornia?!” He gasped. “But those lands are forbidden to us!”
“She was not bothered by that. In fact, she covered her forehead with decorative hats to hide her nonexistent horn. It worked for a short time. She did meet the stallion of her dreams: A unicorn. They were very much in love, and even married eventually! He didn’t even mind her being an earth pony, and kept her secret with him. Alas, she was discovered one fateful day.”
“How did the unicorns find out?!” He was at the edge of the stool, eyes wide.
I put a hoof to my chest, for a dramatic feel. “A strong gust of wind carried her hat away, revealing her forehead. A nearby guard saw, and informed the town of a fraud among them. Little did they know, she bore a foal.” I rubbed my belly to simulate being pregnant.
“W-what did they do to her, Rose?” He whimpered.
“She was captured, and thrown in jail. For days, she wondered what had become of her lover, until he snuck by the guards and rescued her from the horrible torture. Their reunion would not last, however, as she had to flee the unicorns’ land, or she would surely suffer a horrible fate! Her husband was devastated. The worst part, is he never knew of his unborn foal, only that she had left him sitting on a hill.”
“Did she come back?”
“Yes! She was here long enough to give birth, then, she left her baby in the care of her sister. She vowed she would return to her beloved husband.” I held my hoof outwards.
“Did she?”
I wore sadness. “She did not. She was caught by the earth pony tribe, and was to be put to death. But…” I said before he drooped again. “She managed to escape before they executed her. To this day, nopony knows what happened to our great grandmother, only that she disappeared without a trace.” I finished the story, uncovering the tea.
“What about her husband? What happened to him? Did the unicorns know they were married?” He stumbled over the questions.
“Who knows? I’m sure the unicorns did nothing to one of their own.” I told him.
“So we are… unicorns ?!” He began to feel his forehead in search of a horn.
“Maybe, Orange. We’ll never know.” I smiled.
“That was a great story! I can’t wait to tell Grape when he wakes up!” He clopped his hooves.
“You know you aren’t supposed to be around him.” I scolded.
He blushed. “I know, but I wanted to make sure he was alright! I only peeked in the door a few times since last night. He’s been sleeping an awfully long time.”
I sighed. “He’s just resting. This sickness is probably taking its toll on him, as well.”
“Now, do you think you can carry this bowl to Father? Tell him it’s for Mother. I’ll give the other to Grape.” I set the bowl on a thick cloth, so it wouldn’t burn him, and balanced it on his back.
“I can do it! I’m a brave stallion, remember?” He saluted.
I saluted back, and stifled a laugh when he disappeared through the corridor.
With the bowl on my back, I carefully tiptoed upstairs. Upon opening the door, I spotted my little brother fast asleep under his wool blanket. I smiled. He looked so peaceful, but I had to wake him up for his tea. Trotting over, I held the tea in my hoof and shook him gently with my other.
“Grape, get up, darling, you need to drink this.” I whispered.
He didn’t move. He must have been so tired!
“Grape, sit up.” I whispered a little louder.
No response.
“Grape?”
I uncovered his head and placed my hoof on his forehead. He was so pale. So… cold .
“Grape Seed!” I dropped the bowl, spilling the hot liquid on the wooden floor.
I picked up his torso and held him close, putting an ear to his nose. He wasn’t breathing!
“No! No! You can’t be! Please, get up!” I shook him, again.
His body was limp in my forelegs. I started sobbing, loudly. My brother was dead. He was dead, and I could do nothing about it. “Father!” I screamed. Tears poured from my eyes, onto my legs. My body began to shake by itself. I screamed for Father between sobs. I could finally hear the pounding of hooves below me. I hugged his small body close to me. The welts were bigger and had spread all over him. I buried my head in his neck and wept. I didn’t care if I caught this damned disease!
The door flew open and my father galloped inside. “Rose! What hap-“ He froze when he saw Grape. Tears immediately began falling from his eyes.
“No… It can’t be!” He trotted to us and felt for his pulse. “Nothing…”
“Why couldn’t I go, instead?! Why?” I screamed at him. “He’s so young! Father, he can’t be gone!”
Father gently took my brother from me and held him for a moment, before setting him back onto the bed and carefully placing the blanket over him. He wiped his eyes. “My son. My beautiful son.” He wrapped his hooves around me and pulled me into him. We cried for several minutes. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t bring him back. I couldn’t do anything. Just cry.
“Rose, I need you go downstairs and put your brother down for a nap. I’m going to Doctor Pine. I-I have to make burial arrangements. Be strong, darling. I know you can. Okay?” He sniffed and held my shoulders. I tried to speak, but only hiccupped through my tears. Instead, I nodded.
He sighed, wiping his eyes, again. “We must keep our hopes. If not, what else could we live for?”
Father trotted to the door and looked back at Grape one last time. I watched him hang his head and continue through. When the door closed, I looked to the outline of Grape under the blanket. I collapsed onto the bed and sobbed into the mattress.
“Grape, I’m so sorry. I should have left sooner for the plants. I could have helped find a cure! I’m so foolish! I’m so ignorant!” I said.
I remembered what Father had told me to do, so I kissed the blanket where his forehead was, and left him. A part of my wanted to stay so he didn’t feel lonely. It wasn’t fair. Not at all! Why was life so hard for us? What did my family do to deserve this?! We were only humble earth ponies, trying to make a decent life for ourselves. Chancellor Puddinghead would get an earful from me if I ever met her. This was too much!
Trotting into my room, I saw Orange had already fell asleep. I held back more tears as I listened for his breath. Fortunately, he was still alive. It was silly of me to think he would be… dead. He wasn’t sick. As I stroked his mane, I was lost in my own wonder. Why was this disease only affecting certain ponies? Why is it working so fast? But I mostly wondered… Why did it kill my brother?
“I’ll find those plants. I’ll bring them to Doctor Pine. You’ll see, I’ll find a way to make your life better, little one.” I kissed Orange and trotted back into the corridor. I sniffled, looking towards my parents’ room. I had might as well go and check on my mother. It would break her heart to tell her, but she deserved to know.
I closed my eyes as I arrived at their door. I took a deep breath and walked in. Peach slept on her small bedding, while my mother watched her from her bed. I was surprised to see her awake.
“Mother?” I said, softly.
She slowly turned her head and smiled. Her fur was patchy in some places, where the hairs were falling out. I closed the door and walked to her. The small table next to the bed held the empty bowl I had instructed Orange to bring her.
“Come here, my beautiful daughter.” She patted the bed next to her.
Doing as she said, I propped my hooves on the bed. “Do you need anything?”
“No, darling. You’ve done so much for your brothers and me. I’m so glad to have you here.” She coughed. “Where did your father run off?”
“H-he went to get Doctor Pine. Mother, there’s something I need to tell you.” My eyes welled up.
“Grape. I know.” She sighed, weakly.
“How did you know?” My voice cracked.
She held my hoof in hers. “I saw him.” She smiled through her own tears. “Rose, I saw him. He was so happy. He told me he was in a better place. He said he would see me soon.”
My eyes widened. “M-Mother, what are you saying?”
“I won’t be here for much… longer. It’s just a matter of time before-“
“No! I won’t lose you, too! I can’t, Mother! I need you! I-I’ll go find those herbs! We can find a cure!” I screamed.
She looked at me with sad eyes. “My dear, you are a strong, young mare. Haven’t I taught you anything? No matter what, you must have… hope. It doesn’t matter what is happening. You keep your hope. Keep your joy. Spread them to others, so that they will know they are not alone. Rose, I’ll soon have to join our precious Grape Seed. Do not have sorrow for me, I’ll always be there watching over you. If you feel lonely, remember I’ll be with you. I may not go today, or even tomorrow, but it will be soon. I just want you to be prepared. I know I am.”
“I can’t…” I wept.
I felt her hoof stroke my mane. “Yes, you can.”
Before I could cry again, I heard her start to sing. Her voice was still beautiful, even if she was too weak. I rested my head on my forelegs and listened to the familiar lullaby that, so many times, lulled me to sleep.
“Hush… now… Quiet… now… It’s time… to lay your sleepy head…”
I closed my eyes. She told me she would be dying, soon. She was only trying to warn me. Deep down, I knew it would happen. I was in denial. I denied the truth so much, I believed my own lies. I listened, intently, to the song. My eyes were burning from the tears that had dried, but I had, at last, stopped crying.
“It’s time to… go to bed…”
That night, I left my home. After everypony fell asleep, I gathered some of my things and a blanket and tiptoed out the door. I, of course, left a note. I told them I would be back, soon. I would do it. I would find those herbs and cure this horrid disease!
This shed is so dark and cold. I was lucky I could find a pile of old hay to rest. Even under the blanket, I can feel the cold chill of the night against my hide. I’ll have to bear it. Diary, I know I can do it. Mother told me to have hope! So, I will! In the morning, I’m going to Doctor Pine. I’ll casually ask her where she thinks the herbs are. I’ll play it off as curiosity. Nothing is going to stop me.
They are burying my brother, tomorrow. I couldn’t bear to watch them lower him into the cold ground. I still weep over the loss of somepony so young. He was so full of life, Diary. Why did he have to go? I just hope I can recover quickly. This pain. It’s so unbearable. It feels like my heart has been ripped from my chest. I’ve never experienced death of a loved one. I don’t know how to react. Diary, I’m going to need you more and more over the many moons to come. I know I can count on you. I’m starting to think my destiny has been chosen long after I received my mark.
Rose
Author's Note
Hey guys! It's been a while!
It has not been a good month for me. Really, I need a hero!
Prologue
Decades before the princesses of the moon and sun ruled Equestria, was a time of great conflict. Three tribes only worked together for survival. Pegasi controlled the climate and the unicorn tribe rose the sun and moon. In return, these two tribes required the earth ponies to grow sustenance. These were the only conditions in which the tribes lived. There was no harmony, friendship, nor love.
In these dark times, came a fatal storm. It was because of the cold hearts of the three tribes, the storm only grew. The earth ponies were unable to grow crops, thus, creating a bigger threat: Starvation. With empty stomachs and broken hearts, the tribes’ quarrels escalated. Through the many moons, the storm worsened. A short time was silent, for this was the time when a great plague threatened the very existence of pony-kind.
In present times, this was unknown to even the princesses. That is, until the diary was found. Thousands of years, nopony knew just how horrific life could have been for the ponies of this olden era. Now, the only evidence of this Blood Plague is written in the pages of Rosemary’s journal. The diary, however, is so ancient and fragile, it’s kept hidden away in the archives, heavily guarded. Truly, the only ponies who knew of the gruesome details that befell them were the unicorn, pegasus, and earth pony tribes that lived before harmony was ever discovered.
Author's Note
Got another fanfic in the making! I had this great idea that i thought of a couple of days ago and just couldn't sleep a wink until I brought the idea to life!
