Now, understand that this story, if heard with ears that do not understand the way life was in my time may not grasp how a pony of my stature would come about. I assure you, if given enough time, even if it was not my name to the title, one would exist. There are always broken hearts, jaded rulers, or vengeful spirits and the most dangerous of all, dreamers.
But before I ramble on about how dangerous a pony could get chasing their lucky star, I aim tell you my story. My bloodline was born into a honest field. My faolfather was a seed collector and he passed said seeds to his many sons, Tomato, Carrot, Lettuce, Cucumber, Potato, Squash and Radish. He didn't forget about his daughters, Orange, Lime, Plum, Lemon, Apple, and Cherry. Yes, he was a very busy stallion, and with his thirteen children he delivered flavors and foods to Equestria that she would never have experienced if he had not been, what I would grow up to becoming. A fruit brewer.
I know the title sounds simple enough, I brewed fruit, into what? Into wine. My faolfather, Loam Seedling set the ideals of his secret world into his unsuspecting children. The first ideal? That one should not only strive for perfect crops, but our customer’s smile. The second ideal was more of a warning; Never stray from our family's crop. He didn't want a Plum family trying to grow apples or a Orange family trying to grow tomatoes. He did encourage helping each other’s family, and learning from it. It’s why we have tomato juice, or apple preserves. Now his last ideal is one not many of the fruit or vegetable families believe too strongly in. My faolfather wasn't the only seed collector, he had told me of a friend that he had argued with over what seeds should be saved. This was when all hope was bleak, it was when the windigos coated the visible world in never ending snow. Loam chose food, his somepony however, she chose flowers. Yes we still eat flowers, and we wouldn't know how beautiful and tasty a roses’ petals would be nor how bitter a dandelion leaves if not for her. His distrust for her children, however lead me to my fate.
My name is Damson Elderberry, member of the Plum family, and now the leader to a secret operation. A simple word for what I am? I haven’t heard anypony actually call me such, since I have never been caught doing my many crimes. But I have clients who request much more than just wine. They wish for countries, or whole continents, or the love of another. Remember when I told you about how dangerous a dreamer could be? I supposed they are not as dangerous as me. The one who makes these dreams become more than just perfumed smoke and polished mirrors. My first taste of what my faolfather had seeded for me, in years of preparation had almost come to fruit if I hadn't met, my lily of the valley.