Hello hello people! I am Fox Lady, and welcome to my first My Little Pony fanfiction. I know I know, OOOhh no not one of those evil new writers AHHHH! Well guess what people, I was around when the My Little Ponies where in full swing! I have quite a few of them, my favorite ones being Baby Honey Pie and FlowerDream. Honey Pie shall be in this story, but shall be known as Rattles instead of Honey Pie (because Rattles is cuter name to me). MUHAHAHHAH! Paws, the father, is based on Baby brother Paws (grown up by now), her mother is based on the pretty pony Gardenglow. DarkHeart by the way, if made as a toy, would have to be made in the 'Sweetheart sisters' slender molds. Anyways! Okay yeah....I have seriously been freaked out by some of the stories sent in, I won't meantion any names.....shifty eyes....but hopefully no one will see mine as one to be freaked out by. Anyhow here we go.
Summary: She was a dark pony, shunned and discluded by all but her baby sister...and yet she was the only hope left for Dream Valley.
Disclaimer: .......People....please, I own like 4 ponies, do I really look like they're mine? However DarkHeart and a few other characters seen later are mine. (because I have yet to see a pony like Darkheart =D!)
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There was a little home that sat under a wisteria 'tree', the wisteria running along the lavendar roof, the dangling blossoms falling over the sides and laying against the shingles, in spring sometimes it seemed like the roof was made of wisteria it was so thick. The outside walls were painted a blue color, painted the color of the wife's eyes. The shutters on the walls were shaped like butterfly wings and lavendar like the roof, and the door a half cut door. Right now the top was open and the lower half shut. Two ponies stood infront of the door, dressed up nice and fancy to go to the ball at Dream Castle. Paws stood beside his mate, his sea green coat all shiny and his dark pink mane curled nicely. Watching his wife with cruelean eyes, he listened vaugely to what Gardenglow had to say to their eldest daughter.
Gardenglow watched their daughter with her warm blue eyes. Her purple hair was shiny and sparkly like it always was, extra curled though, so she would be ready for this party. Her lavendar coat was gleaming beautifully. She had wanted her daughters to go, but their father, disgraced with their eldest, wouldn't have it. Gardenglow then decided that it would be best that she stay with her little sister, who didn't want to go anyway. She loved both her daughters to death, but their father....
You see, DarkHeart, their eldest, wasn't like most ponies. Oh yeah she was an earth pony but...well.
DarkHeart's black coat always held a certain gleam to it, even when she didn't try to fix it up. Her glossy dark bloody red hair was very striaght, without one curl unless all the hairs curled in that direction, her mane flowed down past her neck, then razored off, as was her tail. Around her neck she wore a spiked collar, and a pair of spiked bracelets around her forelegs. No-one knew or wanted to know where she had gotten them. On her hind, she held the symbol of a heart, which was cracking in various places, they had almost named her HeartBreak for it, but decided against it. She had her mother's body shape, slender legs, face, and body. She was taller than normal ponies. She had beautiful amythest eyes, that held a look of icy cold. She only looked at her mother or little sister with what warmth was left in her slender body, everyone else recieved the cold glare of indifference from the black pony.
Darkheart was treated differently from other ponies. Gardenglow felt pain for her daughter, she wanted DarkHeart to be happy, maybe find the love of her life and have little ponies to care for. Or grow up and have her own house closeby, full of lovely flowers that DarkHeart and herself loved so much. But no, DarkHeart would never have these things. All the things Gardenglow had dreamed up for her little sunshine during Gardenglow's pregnancy were dashed when she was presented to Majesty. DarkHeart was never going to be a normal pony.
"Now take good care of Rattles while we're away. Watch and water the plants, and maybe write up one of your lovely stories, or draw another masterpiece like you always do." Gardenglow said in her sweet voice to her eldest, the daughter she felt the most to cry for.
"Alright." DarkHeart replied. DarkHeart's voice was soft like her mother's, but where Gardenglow's was gentle, DarkHeart's had underoots of rebellion, wildness. "Have fun mother." DarkHeart said, leaving out her father and looking at him with her icy eyes.
Paws just snorted, "Come along dear." He said, turning around gruffly, walking away from the house. Gardenglow waved one more time and walked off behind her mate.
DarkHeart slammed the top half of the door closed when they were out of sight. Locking both sections of the now one door, she looked around for something to vent maliciously on. She decided that she should wake up Rattles and go to the forest and start kicking on trees, she atleast could do that knowing the trees wouldn't get hurt badly. Rattles would be okay with her, Rattles never wandered off far from her side, and DarkHeart would never vent her rage out on the tiny baby. Rattles and her mother Gardenglow were the only ones that actually showed her some love, motherly and sisterly. She'd never know what fatherly, friendly, or true love felt like, she'd be alone when she left her mother, and Rattles grew up and went away, maybe to live a happily ever life.
In Dream Valley, the place of friendship, love, and dreams, if you were a black color or had a marking like a breaking heart, it was best everyone stayed away from you. Oh sure, they did it nicely enough, when you walked by they would smile at you, the younger more innocent ones might wave, but they never would talk to you. They never would strike up a conversation, you would have to, and shortly after be cut off with them needing to leave. The few boy ponies would look at you, sighing, and stare at you longingly when you weren't 'looking' but then instantly act as though they were looking at a pretty flower or something when someone came around or you turned around and smiled at them. You weren't invited to parties, festivals, anything. You were an outcast to them. You were a pony tainted with darkness, and if someone became too friendly, they would become tainted too...
Dream Valley? Pft! Yeah right, more like Hypocrit Valley.
Walking through their home, DarkHeart entered her little sister's, Rattles, room. Her cool icyness dropped from her amythest eyes as she looked at the tiny baby sleeping in her crib. Rattles was a walking, talking, mischeif machine when she was awake...but while she was asleep, DarkHeart couldn't deny the cuteness of the little four-legged ball of soft purple haired, blue coated fluff.
She had been about Rattles age when the truth about the world started to sink into her. She had been so young and innocent, her large amythest eyes taking in everything, full of smiles and giggles. On her first outing into the outside world that she could remember was then, she had been taken out when Gardenglow's insistings finally had gotten to much for Paws and he let Gardenglow take her out of the house. DarkHeart had been so happy when Gardenglow carried her over to a small field where alot of young tiny ponies like herself were playing. They had all played together, it had been so much fun. But then the parents of her playmates appeared when they had seen the dark baby pony. One of the mothers even had snapped harshly at Gardenglow as she snatched her own child away from play with DarkHeart. DarkHeart had been devastated and cried between her mother's legs, as Gardenglow had to softly explain to her that this was the way everyone was going to treat her for most of her life. That they didn't see the goodness in the sweet little darling she had, but only the dark color of the pony's coat. DarkHeart was sure that lesson, had been the hardest for Gardenglow to teach, as it had been for DarkHeart to learn.
Rattles mumbled something, her large innocent pink eyes opening to look at her beloved older sister. Yawning the tiny pony raised a tiny blue hoof to rub out the sleep in her eyes. "Gud mowning DawkHeawt." Rattles cooed. "More like good afternoon, c'mon, I need to vent some of my anger, I'm sure the trees won't mind." DarkHeart said, reaching into the crib and picking the ball of blue fluff up and setting her back down on the carpetted floor. Little Rattles had to gallop beside DarkHeart who was barely in a trot. DarkHeart picked up Rattles, deciding it would be better to just let her ride, and left the house.
"I wish bang all of them bang at that party bang other than Mama bang would just go away!" DarkHeart yelled angrily, smashing her hooves against a particularly large trunked oak. Even the darn animals of Dream Valley avoided DarkHeart, all she really had for a companion was little Rattles, who would stick up for her, like her Mama. Her mother was starting to get shunned, but since so many girls liked Paws, they treated her nicely infront of him. Gardenglow was becoming more and more solitary and quiet than she had ever been before.
See? You became tainted if you associated with a dark pony.
Whatever chance Rattles had with the world, it had been threatened because she stuck up for her sister. But the other ponies didn't seem to mind, and just cooed over her more. Rattles got sick of it quick though and would always leave to find her. Rattles adored her, wanted to be just like her, DarkHeart didn't. DarkHeart wanted Rattles to hate her, to throw her nose up and not even look at her tainted sister, be like her father...be accepted and grow up and live happily ever after, just like her sister never would. Grow up and fall in love with a boy pony and be happy. DarkHeart tried to make Rattles hate her in the beginning...but she never could really be unkind to the fluffball that looked up to her...she couldn't bring herself to harm the little thing, so she gave up and became a close friend with her little sister.
She blinked dazedly when an acorn dropped on her head. She looked up into the tree with one eye, rubbing the top of her head irritantly, gazing at the brown squirrel shaking it's small paw at her, looking at her as irritated as she was. "Evil squirrels..." DarkHeart hissed, going silent when she saw the squirrel fly from the branch and fall on the ground, probably seeing stars as it had been smacked with a rock. DarkHeart looked in the direction the rock had come from, to see little Rattles with a very determind and satisfied look on her face. She had kicked that rock up in the tree and knocked out the squirrel....that kid could be amazing at times. DarkHeart gently rubbed her nose in her sister's hair, "Alright you little imp, that's not nice...that's only what I'm allowed to do." She said. Rattles gave her a pout, "Why? Why canw't I fwow fings at peepul being mean to you?" Rattles asked, looking up at DarkHeart as she raised her slender black head to look where the squirrel was. Trotting over, she gently picked up the still knocked out squirrel, putting it up on a low branch. She looked back at Rattles, going over to her. She had vented enough infront of the child, she didn't want Rattles to become violent like her. She looked up at the growing night sky, "It's getting late, let's head back, it's almost your bed time." DarkHeart said, putting the small baby on her back. She took off into a gallop back home. Reaching home, she locked the door and put Rattles to bed after feeding her.
DarkHeart wandered into her room. Her room had been set up in pink, and used to have butterflies border running along the top. But in a rage once, they had come home, Paws had ripped the border down and thrown it away. DarkHeart had taken it on herself and painted over where the border had been with black, and put beautiful butterflies along the black border. She had a small bookcase on one side of her room, right next to her bed. It was filled with various books Gardenglow had managed to get, and a few books and stories DarkHeart had written, and a drawer filled with her drawings and few paintings. Her bed had a pink comforter with red flowers on it, but after a time, Gardenglow gave into her daughter's wishes and gave her black sheets and pillow shams.
DarkHeart sighed, pulling a book from her bookcase and starting to read it as she laid down on her bed. She listened to the songs of the crickets outside as she was lulled to sleep by her reading and the soft symphony outside.
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At some point morning DarkHeart awoke to the sound of crashing and Rattles' crying. Dashing out of her room she hurried into the kitchen to find Rattles amist a bunch of broken pieces of a plate. It had been filled with cookies, from the looks of all the cookies laying on the floor now. Coming over to her little sister she nuzzled the crying baby's head, "Shhh shhh it's alright, I'll clean it up." DarkHeart soothed. Rattles sniffled but got up, picking up a cookie as she went back to her room. DarkHeart started to clean up the mess, noticing the trash needed to be taken out. After blowing off the cookies that could be saved, she put the others in the trash, holding her nose, and carried the foul smelling bag outside to the outer trash container.
After struggling with the heavy thing for a few minutes, she managed to throw it into the can and close the lid and rid the putrid smell as best she could. Walking away she started to notice how quiet it was. Oh sure yeah, birds were chirping and stuff...but...there wasn't the sound of playing or talking or any sound of the ponies of Dream Valley.
Walking inside she first went into her parents room.....nothing. Inspecting it further she guessed they hadn't come home at all! Had the party lasted over night!? Surely the ponies couldn't stay up that long! I mean some of them were babies!
Rattles began crying from behind her, making DarkHeart jump and spin around to look at the crying blue and purple newborn. "Whewe's Mama and Daddie?" Rattles asked tearily. "I...I don't know Rattles..." DarkHeart said truthfully, "They must still be at the party." "Den wets go get dem!" Rattles reasoned. DarkHeart looked at her as if she had just asked her to rip her hair out, "But Rattles...we CAN'T go." DarkHeart tried to explain. Rattles began only crying again. Wincing, DarkHeart decided she could just say she was coming to check on Mother...it's not like they would punish her or anything. "Alright Alright...we'll go." DarkHeart said, picking up her baby sister as Rattles began to cheer. Placing her sister on her back, DarkHeart gallopped off to the Dream Palace.