Sunflowers

by AgentPillowfight

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Princess Celestia, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Other, Nightmare Moon
Length: 4633

The rise of Nightmare Moon from a farmer's viewpoint.

One thousand years ago, when Luna rose to be the feared Nightmare Moon, how much did farmers suffer? Were they with or against Nightmare Moon? What if your crop that is vital for your family's income is suddenly outlawed and your own Cutie Mark illegal?
This story is from the viewpoint of a sunflower farmer, and how the politics of his hometown had shaped the rest of his and his children's lives the day Luna left and the moon grew heavy.

Published 2012-10-27 03:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-17 04:07:20 UTC

Safe When The Sun Sets

CRRK-EEEK... CRRK-EEEK… CRRK-EEEK…

Sunlight beating down upon my back in swaths of summer heat, perspiration cooling my brow, my wooden cart behind me making the same old creaky noise.
This is the only life I‘ve ever known.

CRRK-EEEK… CRRK-EEEK… CRRK-EEEK…

The only sound I hear besides the tree cicadas and the porch rocking-chairs and the absence of birds.
My cart.

The summer hours were long and sweltering, a kind of heat you only get when in drought. The kind of heat that makes you see mirage puddles on the road’s horizon and causes your crop to wither in on it‘s own dried leaves.

Houses sagged on every porch, paint peeling from the wooden planks and steps caving into themselves. Dirt and dust sifted on the path under the wheels of the cart, and everything seemed to be derelict. I knew that in this weather, the townsfolk were probably inside, though they would seek no solace from the sun.

Princess Celestia warned us of the coming heat wave, and while most folks were fine with such conditions, farmers like myself were under a great stress from even the subtlest of weather changes. While it’s true the Princess is making up for all the flooding in other regions, Appleoosa is dying. The ponies are simply burning up.

And being peasants so far away from Her Majesty’s castle, we can do nothing to say “no.”

Two giggling foals ran out into the road, and I reared in surprise at the sudden change. Their happy laughs punctuated the former silence, but I was calmed at their relaxing foolishness.

“Honey Hooves, you watch where you’re going, young colt!”

The taller, more browned colt skidded to a halt, turned and began to pout: “Mum, I told ya not to call me that name ‘n public!”

A very feminine-looking peach mare stepped out of the protection of the shade and seemed to canter towards him in a huff.

“And I also told you not to run out into the roads! Set an example for your sister!”

The other pony sat on the ground, oblivious, messing her off-white coat with dirt, and smiled silently off into the distance.
The mare turned and faced me next, expression apologetic, “I’m mighty sorry about my foals getting underfoot; They’re usually so VERY well-behaved.” She finished by glaring at the poor colt.

“Ah, et’s nawt any trouble et’all, Ma’am,” I spoke, my throat catching dryly on itself into a hoarse rasp.
She smiled back at my embarrassingly thick accent, and after bowing politefully, wandered off with her child.

The filly still sat on the ground, absent-minded enough to not notice anything that happened just now.

“Dinah?” Her far-away mother called back to the dumb filly. Dinah’s bright blue eyes were glassy and seemed to glaze over as she got up and began to quicken her pace towards her mother, laughing all the way.

I kept moving.

~

Dust glittered in the air and sand shone in the dirt trail as the descending sun turned all into a gold mine.

I knew I was nearing my home, for the sun was now beyond the hills when I turned around and, even if the foals had stopped me for a while, I was still making good time.

I was nearing my home.

Each hoof step bringing me closer to the place I feel alone, safe, and warm. But even so, I knew I’m more at home under the painted sky. Earth under my hooves, and air over my head. All I need, all I need. Never a thing out of place if it occurs naturally. As it should be.

Princess Luna’s moon was just beginning to shine brighter, if not a bit quicker than usual. There had been trouble with her artistry of late, stars seemingly becoming more clusterous, jumbled. As if she was having a headache while bringing forth night.

Celestia’s sun dipped away into the horizon, and the younger’s moon placed itself front and center.
Even if the last rays of sunlight were fighting to continue coloring the sky, the stars outlasted them as I neared my cabin.

Assuming my family was asleep, I silently took my harness and placed it on the ground by the shed. Checking the crops, I noticed several more were cut from their stems since this morning.

“Tch, Flora, Ah wan’ed to give ‘em to ya first,” I mumbled, walking back around to the front of the cabin.

I pushed the door to the house open, trying to avoid any creaks that might wake the others. The house is always quiet when I get home, but now it was a deep silence. VERY unusual… Unle-

“DADDY!”

An adorable orange filly popped out from behind the vase on the table and launched off the table into my neck, cutting my train of thought. Her pink eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and she brushed her soft brown mane against my chin.

“Daddy’s home, guys! Daddy’s home!” She bounced back to the ground, and ran into the next room. I took notice of the vase: full of sunflowers.

“Hey dad! I got my Cutie Mark today while you were selling flowers!”

A lean, yellowish colt with a toothy grin ran up from the hallway shadows and showed his father his flank: A blooming plant.

“Tha’s great, son! We should cel’brate et tonigh’ so et stays fresh,” I replied, as happy as he was to see his bloodline running into his talent.

The children danced around me, singing the Cutie Mark Song as I reared up to turn on the gas lamp.

“If a Mark is what you got,

Then answers will be there!

‘Cause after all, if it’s not,

Your flank and talent be bare!”

As soon as my hooves touched the ground, Flora walked in from the hallway, sweeping me off them again.
In all her equine glory.

“Valentine dear, I need to show you something,” She called to me, urging me to come over to her while our foals played in the dim light. She smelled of warm cloth and pollen, even at a foot away.

“I think our third is due on the Summer Sun Celebration day,” She smiled, gesturing with her muzzle towards her bulging stomach. “I’d like you to name our foal.”

I nickered and nuzzled Flora’s neck. Of course I would!

I was so positive that we would have another little flower child to add to the family name that I began to think of all the types of Sunflowers to grace our third born with. What would be good for a boy? What would be suiting for a girl? I wonder if there were going to be twins! Maybe then I should ask my brother about corresponding names- he’s had triplets, after all…

Flora smiled in the dim light of the oil lamp, watching me. She closed her dark brown eyes in that serene way that she does and tilted her head to the side thoughtfully.

A call from the front room knocked me out of the hypnotics Flora gave off when she grinned like that, and I turned towards the noise.

“D-daddy…?” It was my sweet daughter, Petal again, calling for a second time.

Suddenly someone was knocking on my door. Not loud, but sharp and quick. They knew somepony was living here. Flora had already began to usher the children towards the back of the house, her eyes speaking a silent warning.

I could see Petal shaking in the hallway.

That certainly wouldn’t do.

I waited until they had all gone in the back bedroom of Flora and I. The knocking began again. I out the lamp, and noticed a bright light filtering under the doorway of the house, orange and flickering.

“We just want to talk, farm pony. We have no intention of hurting you if you comply!” Thick and punctuated, a stallion’s accent was jabbing his ‘t’ consonants into the air. He could be a pegasus, then. Only the militia or of military descent would have and accent like that. That’s not good.

I thought calmly before speaking again, knowing my family was in the other room down the hallway and within earshot.

“… ‘En a m’nute, suh.”

Murmurs could be heard, but not understood.

I took the few careful steps amongst the squeaky floorboards to the glass cabinet. I calmly undid the latch holding back my old “hunting knife” as Flora called it. I had only used it for cutting think sunflower stems or carving wooden figures for my boy. But it was still lethal.

“If you even think about esca- …taking the back door out, we’ve got the whole place surrounded!”
What’s with all the ponies involved? The earlier murmurs meant more than one was present… But what’s with all the precaution for a simple farm pony? Was it another cult leader?

“Hurry it up, old colt!” The knocking was insistent now, the voice sounding just outside the door.

I hid the hunting knife in the folds of my raggy vest and began to open the door.

As I had expected, there were two pegasi on my doorstep, but they were only a little younger than myself. Not some buff ruffians, but only a couple twiggish, winged, potato sacks. They had muscles, but they couldn’t catch up to their quickly-growing young bodies.

The others around them were only a young dark blue earth colt, an gray mare, and a light purple earth stallion that looked to be in his twenties. Certainly a band of misfits. The foreboding pegasi at my door were both with navy manes, but one’s fur was a dark green and the other was a cheery yellow. They all had stupid sneers on their faces.

“Betcha you just LOVE to support that stupid Princess, don’t ‘cha?” The green pegasus blurted out. The sentence hung dead in the air, and the gray mare quickly walked up from behind him and swatted his head as if it were a bug.

“Can it, Forrest, we all know you suck at speaking.” She tossed her shining purple mane in the cold night air, the torchlight bouncing off it like a blue-orange star. “We just want his opinion, not to instigate threats.”

I knew this group from several gossips I’ve heard through the town in my travels. I was sure to be wary of their questioning.

“Hey, I’m just wondering,” The yellow pegasus colt frowned toward me, “Don’t we, like, know you from somewhere?”

“Err…” Oh Celestia help me, I’ve started talking again. “Nope. Ah dun’t believe ya do.”

The mare snorted and stomped her hoof. The older purple stallion began to slowly make his way around the crowd to the back of my house.

“Ex’cuse me, suh,” I said, warning loud and clear in my voice, “Ef you ev’n th’nk ‘bout botherin’ mah house, I’m gonna whoop you somthin’ real good.”

I turned to face the meathead who didn’t even acknowledge me properly, but instead scoffed and stopped walking. He didn’t turn. I kept a close eye on him.

“Hey pops… Can we ask you a few questions?” The mare smiled like a cheshire cat when I looked at her, and she jeered at me in a way most menacing. How rude.

They were truly a gang of ruffians.

“No, ya may nawt ask no questin’s ov yers,” I said, stomping my hoof. No one shifted. “Now, Ah’ve got plen’y ov reasons why Ah shouldn’ even let y’all near mah home. Ne’erdaless let ya’ll boss me around like Ah’m sum sorta showpony.”

I tried my best to glare at them all at once, warning them, “Ahnd ef ya’ll even think ‘bout badtalkin’ eithe’o our ‘Preencessees’ Ah’m-a gonna show you brutes how we take care o’our renegades d’wn ‘ere in Applegate!”

I braved a step closer to the cocky mare. Her mane seemed to reflect the stars and her eyes were orange in the torchlight.

“Th’t meens you, Glora. Ya’ll shou’d be runnin’ ohn home to yer aunt if Ah’m nawt mistaken.”

The orange in her eyes intensified as she widened them. We stood there for a second, boring into each other’s skulls, until she laughed and turned towards her younger lackeys.

‘Yeah, yeah, grampa, we hear ya’,” The mare, Glora, signaled towards the purple stallion. “C’mon, Starbuck, let’s get outta here.”

The whole group didn’t seemed fazed that I had just beaten down their spokesperson. I was just glad I didn’t have to use my knife. I watched them recede into the night air as Glora’s mane melted into the sky.

But Glora made one last jibe at me that night that I would remember for the rest of my life.

She had turned back to the house right before they had descended the hill, and the stars overhead had all thrummed and twinkled in unison at her rebellious words, “Remember this, Valentine Sunflower… Princess Luna’s rule shall rise with her moon, and her night shall last ’til the end of time!”

Their torchlight sputtered out as a sudden gale swept over the hillside, and either fear or warmth drove me back into my house, away from their superstitions.

~

Daddy had been scared too, and mommy, and brother Clytie. Daddy had taken a really long time and I had gotten scared, also. When mommy had taken me and Clytie into their bedroom, daddy was talking to someone but I don’t know who daddy was talking to.

We heard all these ponies saying things that didn’t sound too kind to my father, and we heard him shut the door. Mommy tried to have us go out the back door after we heard nopony spoke, but Clytie said that he heard nearby hoofsteps outside and then mommy got scared and said “shush.”

We were in the bedroom for a long time, all of us laying on the ground besides mommy, ‘cause she has a baby in her tummy. She was just sitting near her bed.

Daddy was shouting and we could hear that, and he said our Auntie’s name real angrily. I asked mommy if we could go play with Auntie and see her. But mommy got real quiet and just shook her head. Clytie tried to be silent and he went to go help mommy with her crying. I wanted to help mommy too, but then I heard a lot of loud wind from the down the hall, and it got quiet again.

Then daddy walked through the door!

He started to try to comfort mommy, and she just put her eyes into her hooves and started getting loud.

It was really sad to watch. I got up and I walked over to her and she just kept crying, “My own sister, my dear sister!” I didn’t know what was going on, so I just patted her belly and told her that her sister is going to be alright and that they’re both okay. She hugged me real tight after that, and daddy told Clytie and I to go get ready for bed.

Clytie took me and we walked across the hall into our room that was by the kitchen, but not quite. We had brushed our teeth before daddy came home and mommy told us to hide so we could surprise him, so we didn’t have to do it again.

I got into my bed and Clytie told me “goodnight”, but when I asked him what mommy was sad about, he just looked really angry and said “goodnight” to me even harsher.

Daddy and mommy didn’t even kiss us goodnight.

~

My wife sat on the wooden boards, crying over her younger sister. What could I do? I just sat down with her and let her speak about how she felt. Even if I knew their relationship would take time to heal.

Glora and Flora were both sisters from the Morning Glory family line, the former being four years younger than the latter. Their father was a high-class unicorn from the regions of Hoovesbury, and had similar traits to Flora. Flaxen coat, orange mane. Brown eyes as warm as the sun, apparently. Just like my dear Flora. Their mother, a kind, honest mare with bright green eyes and a straight, cheery-coloured mane, had given their first daughter her pale pink coat.

But when little Glora had arrived with a purple mane and a gray coat, the only thing that linked her to the family line was her bright green eyes.

Flora’s father was distraught. He moved away, taking his unicorn charms with him and leaving Flora to be the only connection her mother had with her ex-husband.

Flora was put to be the star of the show, and Glora was passively blamed for coming out different and freaking out her family with her seemingly-different genetics. But their mother never cheated on him, and all the stress of believing that she was born as a mistake, that her sister was perfect and of slight unicorn genetics had made her grow jealous of her older sister. Even if they were of earth-orientation.

It could never be properly fixed, and she fell in with the wrong crowd.

“Naw, remembah, Flora, shee’ll be yer ol’ sis again, it’ll jus’ take sum time,” I tried to speak calmly and softly, but my voice was too gruff and punctuated with Appleoosan dialect for me to have the desired effect.

She nevertheless relaxed just a bit and leaned into my chest slightly.

Flora then spoke calmly, but even I knew that she was being careful to sound controlled, “W-what did she come here for, sweetie?”

The moonlight fell through the windowpane in our bedroom at a steep angle, touching her tear-streaked face so gently. I was scared to see her expression change if I said anything disturbing to her.

“Glora wa’s ‘ere wit half o’ dat Lunatic group fr’m ‘round these parts.”

Flora was silent for a few minutes, and I just hugged her tightly. She loves her sister more than her mother did, and yet Glora still pushes her away.

When Flora finally did speak, she sounded hopeful and tired. Like a beggar receiving a little sum of money.

“I think we shouldn’t dwell too much on it during the night… And siblings are always going to be family.” She smiled at me the usual way, compelling my own eyelids to forsake me. I agreed, and we decided to rest until the morning.

When I had to get up at the crack of dawn when Petal started jumping on my back.

Celebration Of HIs Sunflower

The loud ball of orange and brown continued to bounce on my back through the covers of the bed.

“DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, DADDY! We hafta eat breakfast sometimes, too!”

I rolled over, my sleepy mumbles dying behind the sheets. The noise proceeded to jump on my ribs, and I decided that I had finally woken up.

Little Petal was standing proudly on the bed, her pink eyes frowning, “Y’know, you forgot at cel’brate Clytie’s Mark Day, yesterday, Daddy. He’s disappointed.”

Oh Celestia, my youngest foal was using disapproving big words towards me so early in the morning. I was not ready for this. She still stood on the bed, watching me carefully.

The cold air of the open door bit my fur and made me sluggish. The room still smelled as musty and wooden as the day my brother and I built it, and the morning sun made the dust dance through the windowpane. I shook my mane and reached for my usual woven sunhat, yawning. I had to think quickly with my daughter.

“Well, th’n, Ah think we shou’d cel’brate today ‘n town, so y’all can c’me wit me on mah erren’s.”

Petal’s little orange cheeks grew up into a smile, and her eyes gleamed. The little filly began to jump again, her happiness seemingly more for going outside than to celebrate Clytie’s Cutie Mark.

“I’ll go and tell him!” She leaped down off the bed and scampered into the hallway, taking her laughter with her. At her leave, I was suddenly very tired again. As if the only energy keeping me awake was her own. I laid my lazy self back on the bedding, and noticed for the first time the absence of my wife. Flora was indeed an early riser for a pregnant mare.

I was already dedicated to my feet, thanks to Petal, so I decided to find where they all were so early. The wagon wasn’t ready and the new crops weren’t cut; I needed a head start from staying up late.

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Petal’s bed was made and properly cleaned, but Clytie’s was a disaster. As if he had been tossing and turning all night and sleeping with a hurricane. The pillow was on the ground and the blankets were choking themselves in their own folds. That was very different.

I moved on, my hooves carrying me down the hallway and into a lively dining room where Clytie was munching on several seeds at the table. Petal was enthralling him with today’s schedule, her body propelling her off the ground and then some.

I walked around to the storage cabinets, barely listening to their conversation, and opened one of the wooden doors. A small gray-brown mouse was chewing away at a few sunflower seeds that were left out in the open. Again.

Sighing, I shooed him away back into a little hole in the wall, glad that Petal didn’t find him first and want another pet. Last time was all we needed, thank you.

I took out two bowls of seeds with cream, and placed the larger bowl down for Petal on the table. Mine I carried outside in a drowsy haze, searching for the flower cart and my wife.

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Down on the lower parts of the hill were slopes of rolling fog. The early morning sun shone through and made the misty specter opaque, saturated with light. The low copse of trees had boughs of golden-lit apples and water, the condensation dripping off every leaf.

Dew was clinging to the bark, grass, and eaves of the house, exactly where it shouldn’t have been.
There weren’t supposed to be rainstorms during the peak of summer. It should have been impossible for it to happen during the night, especially when Celestia had been planning and warning us all about a drought that would happen up until a week after the Summer Solstice.

Had Princess Luna not heard about the plans?

Nah, the Royal Sisters might’ve had a misunderstanding, I shook away the thought as I rounded the corner, drawing close to the old shed out back. But wouldn’t they have spoke with her about it while she mandated the rain?

My cart outside was sodden and the crops were drizzled. The shed, wooden and tall, was starting to grow ivy over the lower parts of the walls. The door to the shed itself was opened and contained a darkened crevasse leading to my precious mare, Flora. She seemed undaunted by last night’s… Inconveniences, and was dutifully taking out a package of dried sunflower petals. Whatever we have left over from both the harvest and the sales, we either put in storage, or in the ground. For storage, it’s an eating factor, and the new crop always comes ‘round with a fresh batch of seeds and blooms for us and our customers.

She was probably getting them for Petal, seeing as it grew to be her favourite when she was younger and beginning to eat solid foods. And it’s always the blooms that’re best for a growing baby.

I put the wooden bowl of seeds and cream on the ground near the closest tree to our porch, and trotted up to her from behind. Her ears flicked backwards, but she kept sorting through the storage, as if she never noticed me. I playfully lay my head on her shoulder, my sunhat scrunching up harmlessly against her neck. She smelled of the warmth of the shed, but spiced with a calming pollen scent that suited her.

“Oh?” Flora turned and lifted my hat with her mouth, and then placed it on the shelf gently.

“I didn’t hear you come in, dear. I thought you were Clytie, trying to sneak up on me again!” She kissed the top of my green mane and nuzzled me affectionately. I gave a deep sigh, and we both stayed like that for a minute or two. Now Flora did seem bothered by last night, once I’d gotten close… She held onto me as if I was liable to fly away from her in an unexpected rage, and she tried her best to hide it. We now had, after all, a mutual fear that last night would not be the last time we hear from Glora and her gang.

Best not to dwell on the White Diamond Dog in the room.

“Werh you getten’ dos peat’ls fur Peat’l?”

My wife released my head from the half-embrace and gave a happy sigh.

“Yes, but I figured that she’d be hyperactive if I gave her too much. She’s already bouncing off the walls, and for Celestia-knows-what reason!”

She laughed and smiled, dispelling my fears of her lingering emotions.

“Well Ah’m gonna be takin’ da kids to town fur Clyteh’s cel’bration.” I straightened my neck and looked into her eyes, “You wanna be a-comin’ wif us?”

Flora’s breath circled the air for a second while she said that, yes, she would love to come with us. I then nuzzled her cheek, trying too keep her happy, at least, and aimed to take my hat from it’s perch.

“Ah’ll be settin’ up teh crops, ‘en. You shou’d go an’ ’ave breakfust with da kids, Flora.” She smiled and took the petals from where they were, and I followed her back to the house.

And after parting with her at the doorway back at our abode, I made my shuffling way back to the cart to prepare. It was tedious work to use simple cloth to get the rainwater out for the ride, but I managed to get it, at least, slightly damp.

Filling it with sunflowers was easy enough, and what with them all laying down in the fashion that they were, it seemed as if the inside of the cart were a bed lined with bright yellow and brown pillows.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The next thing I saw was my daughter rolling around in the stems, her coat messed with dirt from the uncleaned root systems the plants still had. I wanted so badly to scold her, but her bright pink eyes were too elated to even let me speak. I stroked her mane instead, and went to find Clytie in the house.

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The door was opened to let the drowsy morning sun float through, and it was pretty much airy in the house. Not cold, but a sure waker-upper for tired ponies. Clytie wasn’t where he was before, so I assumed that he was either brushing his teeth again or was in his bedroom.

I didn’t expect him to be in the bedroom with Flora.

He was clearly very distressed, almost to point of anger, and he was stomping around the bed, growling. Flora was, again, busying herself with finding a hat to wear for the day out. She held an impassive face and glanced at me, trying to cue me into my leave. This was awkward for both of us; Clytie had never acted out so forcefully before! I simply shut the door and went to prepare with Petal, hoping to not be the cause of Clytie’s outburst.

I met her at the doorway, coat dirty, and little namesake tangled in her mane.

“Is Clytie yelling at Mommy again?”