Clover Wish rested her head on what looked like a velvet pillow. A slight snort exited her small snout and she flopped onto her left side. She started to flail her body around as if it were on the ocean. She let out another snort and found herself awake, now.

“This bed is like a clump of tires.” She sighed, glaring down at her hooves. She was in her night gown, a light green with a clover on it, right where her cutie-mark is. She sat up and moaned quietly. “I could just get a drink of water.” She stretched out her front hooves and then lifted herself up from the velveteen bed.

She stretched again and sighed, walking quietly over to her door and pushing it open softly. She peered around the corner and turned back to her room, grabbing the small candle by standing up on her back legs and using her hooves like hands. She clicked the button, allowing a flare to exit from the lantern-like candles top. She turned around the corner of the door again and sighed.

Leaving her room, Clover Wish had walked through the hall-ways of the large building. She found herself at another door and opened this one, too. She muttered under her breath and continued her up-right walking, finding her way around all the rooms. She found her way to the kitchen, relaxing the candle on a shelf and getting back down on all fours. She smiled softly and then went towards the sink, rusted on the top and un-tidy.

She stood up and grabbed a cup, it was glass with clovers all over it. She nuzzled against the cup and then put it under the sink. She lifted her free hoof and tapped on the handles, shoving them to the right to give her a blast of cool water. It would almost be ice water, but she had no ice.

She waved her hoof with the glass of water and lifted it away from the sink, tapping her free hoof again, but this time to the left to shut it off. She put the glass to her mouth and smiled, gulping it down. She turned back around and grabbed the candle with her free hoof. Making her way back through the hall ways and clicking her rump against the doors to open them back to her room. When she glared down her room, she let out a huff quietly and put the candle back on its shelf and clicked off its illuminist light. She guzzled down the water again and then looked at her bed. “I miss my old bed,” she started, “it was very comfortable.” She rested on the bed and put the glass down beside her head on the shelf near her bed.

“Not like this one,” she muttered as she looked up at her ceiling. “this one may be from velveteen, but its just not correct. My old bed was made from pegasi feathers which fell off during their races. I would wish for it again, but I’m simply too tired.” She spoke to herself, shutting her eyes and muttering under her breath.

She soon fell back to sleep, a cloud fazed over her and left her in a hazy moment of confusion. It was like her old house again, all it’s nice antiques, hanging from the walls. She seemed to wake up again, but not on her same bed. It was different, it was light weight. Nice.

She stood up, but wabbled a bit and had to look down to see what was wrong. “My legs?!” shouted out a small filly, but her hooves slammed against her mouth. “My voice!” She shrieked violently, looking around her. Something caught her eye instantly, her cutie-mark was missing, and once looking up, her heart was crushed. She jumped from her bed and started to whine. “Mama? Where are you?” She muttered, then looked behind her, her bed gone instantly. It was dark for only a minute but soon a faint light had came up in front of her and she looked up, it was a door panel opening up. Out from it was a red earth pony, a beauty mark gleaming on her face.

“Oh, hello slave.” That familiar sultry voice, something that could leave a stallion crushed. “I see you’ve finally woken up!” She started to scream, her eyes gleaming with hate now.

Clover Wish backed up, then blinked her eyes to look down with depression, her hooves had something rusted on them, were these chains wrapped around her or mere ropes to hurt her mind and cause her a distraction from the cherry red pony.

“Why don’t you get back to work before I chain you to the mouth of an alligator!” She slammed her hooves down on the panel of the door, causing it to shut. The darkness came back to her, and she was left alone for what felt like hours.

“Mama?” She muttered, her still childish voice.

There was a flashing light, blinding to the eyes. Clover Wish let out a slight whimper and opened as it came to become dimmer. It was a beautiful alicorn with bright yellow hair and a sun glazed against her flank.

“Clover Wish. You came to me today for an offering.”

Clover Wish could only stand in awe, but had to let out a sign to tell the gorgeous pony the truth, that she was both confused and scared, and as soon as she started to speak, the alicorn had interrupted with a snort.

“Clover Wish. I don’t do this for all ponies, especially not unicorns.” started the alicorn. “Although, you have been a slave long enough. You cannot tell anyone the truth about yourself, if you do, you will have to-” She left. It was almost as if she didn’t even want to finish. She looked away then back at Clover Wish with dark red eyes and a dark red shaded hair. Then flashed off, leaving Clover Wish crushed with only a broken heart.

Darkness over came her again, and she had blinked open her eyes, stopping the rapid movements of her past coming back to hit her. Punching her in the face, really. She had nothing but a dark past and every time that the dark light flashed it showed only how her life truly did get worse. Even from her birth, everything hurt her darkly and caused her nothing but nightmares as a filly.

Clover Wish breathed heavily, she looked down and noticed herself pulsing to a new age. Her small hooves became larger, the color they were originally. She let out a strong yelp as the long item at the top of her face pulsed back into her forehead, now throbbing like a thumb. She grunted, as she collapsed to the ground, putting her hooves over her face, crying.

She blinked her eyes open, water pouring down from her eyes, and feeling her forehead with pain. Clover Wish grunted, trying to lift herself up again. She found it hard to do so, with such a pain in her head. She looked over at the window blinds, hoping for it to open.

The blinds flew open, and let out a growl of distaste. The sunlight flew into her view, causing her eyes to burn darkly towards the sun, which smiled like an idiot. Clover Wish let out a snort, and then stretched out her hoofs. A knocking came on her door, causing her to scream loudly without words, proving her hate for mornings.

“Its the weekend,” she started, glaring outside. “who can be visiting for me today?” She lifted her body, and walked through the hallway. Making her way around the house, Clover Wish found herself at the door, letting out a dark yawn.

“Clover Wish! Open up!” It was a stallion, screaming almost at the top of his lung. “I know you are in there!” He slammed his hooves against the door, pulsing like a heart and sending the blood to the brain.

“Hold on, I need to get my coffee.” Clover Wish growled under her breath, standing up and grabbing a small bag. Turning around to face the sink, and turning on the hot water. Waiting for it to warm up, she walked- up-right- to the door, and opened it. A familiar stallion stood in front of her. She tilted her head.

“Clover Wish. Do you not remember me?” Grunted the stallion unicorn.

“No, actually. I’ve been... busy. How’d you know my name?”

“Clover Wish. I’m Shamrock.”

“Sham... rock?” Clover Wish groaned, then turned behind her. “Hold on. I have to go get something. She looked at him, he didn’t seem to notice anything about her that’s changed. She walked over to her room again, twisting around the corners. She went in her room and grabbed her bonnet, it was a beautiful hue of green and looked amazing. She clicked it on her forehead and looked down at her hooves. “Acceptable.” She grunted, still in her night gown.

She made her way back to the door and looked at Shamrock. “So, you remember me.” She smiled softly, flicking her with hope he wouldn’t look at her hat, which looked kind of stupid on her. She let him in, and walked around the corner to the kitchen, which had an awesome view of the living room. She put her cup under the water, and but another one under the warm water, too. She took the small packet and dropped it in the water, making it black and dark. She took out another one and set it back in, sighing.

“Yes.” The light green unicorn entered the room and sat down at a couch with a slight smile. “But, I don’t think you remember me.” He muttered to her, watching her slowly make the beverage with the small bags of coffee beans. He smiled happily and looked at her with joy. “You still make Clover Coffee?” He watched as she made her way back to the living room with the cups, fit perfectly for pony hooves.

“Meh, Yea.”

“That’s great, Clover Wish. You always wanted to make your own store with it.” He took the extra cup from her and then blew on it. He smelled it in, and sighed with joy. “I just miss a few things about you, when I heard a story that you owned this mangled place, I was in complete shock. You own the best house in all of Manehattan. It’s very well decorated, too.” He said, looking at all the pictures of clovers and scenery. He rested his coffee on the table, and looked at her. “Need a hint to remember me?”

The confused mare glared down at her feet, and snorted. “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t just own this place.” She started to huff, trying to ignore his question, by asking him a new question. Causing him to answer hers will help herself to remember him a bit.

“How’d you know me?” Clover Wish muttered at him, putting down her coffee, too.

“You don’t remember me, at all.”

“I do, you have a familiar face.”

“You didn’t even know my name, Clover Wish.”

“I’m sorry, I have bad memories. They’re raiding my mind.”

“Clover Wish,” Shamrock glared at her sternly. “We went to school together, we lived together and we had the same father.” He put his hoof down on the table and stared at her, growling silently to himself.

“Oh. You’re my brother.” Clover Wish silently huffed. She glared back at him and nodded. “You’ll be needing a place to stay, I guess. People only visit me if they need something. I’m not too popular around ponies.” She tapped her hoof on her knee, letting out a sigh.

“Well, me and a friend. He’s been sick for a while, though. He’ll only be staying in his room until he is well again, so that you aren’t sick.”

“And, have you got a job?”

“Yes, I applied for one around a month ago, I moved here. Our house got too much, though.”

“Follow me.”

Clover Wish stood up, ignoring her coffee and walked to the hall way carefully. She opened up a door and showed it had a room with a wall between it. It was right next beside hers and she smiled softly. “You can decide who sleeps where, my room is right next door if you need it.” She let out a curt nod, and then started to walk to her room.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to get dressed for work, I can go in whenever I want, but I have some clients.” She shut her door, getting in and changing her outfit to be a suit, hat to cover her forehead. She smiled softly.

Author's Note

Trying to make it longer, but I'm stupid and hate writing in school~

I didn't read it over, and I'm sorry if i have tons of errors. I'll edit it later. When I feel like it.