//------------------------------// // To Wield the Leftovers // Story: The Field of Clovers // by That One Strange Fellow //------------------------------// The torch crackling filled the air, illuminating the cozy stone walls and bookshelves of the family study. Clover put down the storybook and rubbed her eyes of the crusts that built up. What time was it? The sun had fallen hours ago, yet she remained as awake as ever. If her parents weren’t away on business, she’d go wake them up, if only to give something to do. As she got up from the floor, she stretched her legs out to remove the cramps in her muscles. The city lacked danger at night as long as one knew how to navigate it. Perhaps a walk would do her good. She grabbed her cloak from the rack beside the door before leaving into the chilling autumn breeze. Crystal lanterns hung from the stone homes on her street, giving plenty of pale blue light to see. Clover took off running, darting from her street and to the first of many alleyways. A peek around the corner showed no ponies in sight, hooves moving to take her further away. The great unicorn city of Cantzertrot, built against a lone mountain by the same name. Her home, a stony fortress renowned for its defensibility. Hoof-prints remained concealed by the winds blowing down the streets, what powered snow displaced by her travels being swept away within seconds. Every year seemed to get colder, every harvest season less food on the table. There was talk of rationing, of a coming winter that would never end. While the weather got colder, winter never ending was a bit much. She peeked around the next corner, seeing a single cloaked stallion walking toward her. A guard in disguise? A vile criminal seeking prey? In either case, she kept behind a market stall, waiting for the pony to pass. Their hoofsteps got closer until they stopped, Clover holding her breath. Seconds ticked by, a tense silence between them. Did they– “I know you’re there. I saw you peek around the corner.” At first, she kept silent. Hopefully, they would- “Yes, you, behind the stall.“ She let out her breath and stepped into the open from the wooden market stall she was behind. The stallion was an older one, their purple fur and mane concealed by the hood and cloak. Still, Clover eyed them with curiosity. Was there a shimmer around them? “What is a filly so young doing out this late? You should get home. It isn’t safe to be traveling these streets in the dark.” “I-I’m sorry, sir. I-I wanted to go for a walk.” “Hmph. If your parents had any sense, they’d teach you about the dangers of the world. Now go.” He pointed his hoof back down the street she came. She turned and ran, turning into an alleyway before stopping to catch her breath. Her heart pounded in her ears, hooves covering her mouth. That was too close. Did he really see her peek around the corner? Why was he sparkling? Wait! She looked back down the street, making her way back to the corner to check the other way, seeing the stallion enter an alley. Clover made her way over, hearing two ponies whispering around the corner. Was that a criminal? Why did he let her go? Her curiosity got the best of her, moving closer to the corner. As she got too close enough to make out the words, her hoof caught on a rotten fruit somepony discarded, along with the accompanying *squish*. The two went silent, Clover pulling in another breath as she backed up with careful steps. As she turned to run, a flash of light blinded her eyes, her body being lifted into the air. “Of course you followed me.” She reopened them to see he had carried her into the alleyway, the pink and red unicorn they were speaking to stepping closer to the stallion. “What will you do with her? If she overheard–“ “If she heard, I will deal with her on my own. Was there anything more that can’t wait?” “No. I’ll speak to my friends again. I hope we can come to an arrangement before the winters get too bad.” “Wonderful.” The other unicorn left the alley, checking both ways before darting out, leaving the original stallion to turn to the filly trapped in his magic. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, filly?” “I-I’m s-sorry I interrupted...” “And the eavesdropping? What of that?” “I-I guess I’m sorry for that too. I-I didn’t hear anything. Honest.” They set Clover back onto the ground, turning around to walk back the way they came. “W-Wait! Why are you so sparkly?” The stallion stopped and turned his head back. “You’re imagining it.” “N-No I’m not! You got sparkles all over you!” He breathed in a deep breath, turning around and returning to her, kneeling down to get to eye level. The green of his eyes shifted ever so much. “A-Are you using a disguise? Your eyes are blue, not green.” “You’re an observant and clever one, little filly. What is your name?” “Um, C-Clover. My name is Clover Fall.” “Do your parents know you are outside harassing strangers?” “T-They aren’t home...” She rubbed her foreleg, turning toward the ground. “I-I am sorry, sir.” “Hmph. Sorry doesn’t cut it. Tell me, Clover, how much do you know about magic?” “A b-bit.” She lit her horn and floated a broken clock from the garbage pile behind her, holding it up for him. “L-Like, I can levitate things.” His eyes stayed on the clock. 2:19, the time bringing a small smile to his face. The odds said it was random, but given he left at 2 AM exactly, the time wasn’t a surprise. “Tell me, do you enjoy magic? Is it something you wish to learn?” “I-I... Y-Yeah, um, my mom always said I’d be a known wizard one day.” He stood back up tall. “Please, lead me back to your home so I can write a note for your parents. I feel you have the aptitude for great things, given the right environment. If you would like, I would like to take you as my apprentice.” “W-What?” Her eyes widened, his horn igniting with a light gray glow as the illusion dropped to show his gray fur and long white beard. “Shall we?” He motioned down the alley, her nodding and trotting up next to him to lead them back to her home. “So, Clover the Clever, have you ever read a story by the name of ‘The Field of Clovers’?”