• Published 14th Jul 2019
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Dreamers and the Moon - Krixwell

Life as a unicorn raised in Cloudsdale isn't always easy.

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Rise and Fall

Author's Note:

This takes place following the events of Dreamers and the Moon, after Enterprise's dream (as interpreted by Moon Dream) suggested that she had to "make her own way to fly". I'm not sure exactly how much time passes here, but I think it's at most a few years, putting Enterprise in the 10-13 age range.

It took many attempts to achieve lift-off.

The first thing Enterprise tried was kites. Unfortunately, it turned out kites couldn't get lift the usual way when weighed down by a little unicorn filly. And when she tried attaching the corners of a pair of kites to her back using tape and using her weak telekinesis to flap them like wings, all it did was rip out some of her back fur as the tape came off.

Moon Dream had told her about hot air balloons, one of the ways earth ponies and unicorns got to her old hometown, Las Pegasus, but she hadn't known how they worked. Based on Moon Dream's description and the limited resources Enterprise had been able to gather in Cloudsdale, she created a large sack attached to a small basket. But when she tried to figure out where the heater - a lighter “borrowed” from the school’s science lab - was supposed to go, the project went up in smoke.

Next up were actual balloons. Enterprise had held a grudge against helium balloons, for the way they insolently went against gravity without wings or anything else to lift them. They had been taunting her, so they deserved her scorn. But, inspired by the failed hot air balloon, she realized they might be useful.

Enterprise tied five helium balloons to a basket, then jumped in. But the balloons stubbornly refused to lift her more than her hoof’s width above the flat hardcloud roof of her house before the basket landed again. Frustrated, she wiggled the basket, which only caused three of her knots to fall apart. She cursed the treacherous balloons as they flew towards the sky without her.

The remaining two balloons had not been so lucky as to escape. Enterprise personally showed them one of the less magical uses of a unicorn horn.

Moon Dream helped calm her down in times like those. When the world was against Enterprise and everything was frustrating, Moon Dream was there to keep her hopes up, to pull her up from the dumps and convince her to give it another try. And while Enterprise sometimes grew skeptical of the certainty, it did help to have a friend who insisted that Enterprise’s dreams meant she would definitely fly someday, and who had the cutie mark to back up that claim.

That wasn't the only way Moon Dream helped. She wholeheartedly joined in whenever Enterprise needed help to gather resources, or to put together her hopefully flying contraptions, and she always wanted to be there when Enterprise tried to lift off. Enterprise wasn't too familiar with friendship besides what she had with Moon Dream and what she'd heard from others, but she sometimes thought Moon Dream's willingness to help seemed to go beyond what she'd expect even from her closest friend.

Enterprise’s parents were less helpful. They were too concerned with safety, she thought. Her dad was one to talk, what with how often he spun out of tornadoes and hit his head. He was remarkably thick-skulled, but it still seemed hypocritical to Enterprise.

And then there was her mom. No one besides Moon Dream knew better than Enterprise's mom how much flying mattered to her, yet she still tried to stop Enterprise from trying to lift off! She had been grounded (though why it wasn't called “being clouded” when you didn't live on the ground was beyond her) on multiple occasions for her efforts. Enterprise thought she could see a tinge of guilt in her mom’s stern yet kind eyes sometimes, but that really didn't help.

It all left her so peeved. Of course, the one time she said as much, she was grounded for an additional day for swearing at her parents.

Whatever her parents said, though, Enterprise was determined to keep trying. She would fly, no matter what.

~ * ~

“There's no way this is safe.”

Enterprise frowned at her friend. “Relax, Moon Dream, you sound like my mom.”

“Well, your mom has a point sometimes.”

Enterprise looked at her latest creation. It was little more than a chair attached to a whole lot of fireworks. Enterprise had carefully opened up the fireworks one by one and telekinetically removed what she thought had to be the explody parts.

At least she hoped they were the explody parts.

“Maybe it is a little dangerous,” she admitted, “but I have to try.” She sat upright on the chair, letting her hind legs dangle off the front, and fastened the safety belt she'd installed. “You've got the lighter, right?”

Moon Dream hesitated, looking down at the fuses that laid sprawled out on the hardcloud roof, twining together at the ends so Moon Dream would be able to light them all at once. She didn't activate the lighter in her hoof. “I can't do this, Enterprise. You're going to get hurt!”

“Only if I lose control,” Enterprise said, defensively. Or if those weren't the explody parts.

Lose control?” Moon Dream asked incredulously, “Do you really think you're going to have any control to lose with that thing?”

“Well, uh,” Enterprise looked over the riggings around her body again, “I… If I use my telekinesis to tilt the rockets like this…” She wiggled one of the rockets uncertainly

“Enterprise, you know I've got your flank on these things, but this? This is crazy!”

Enterprise sighed and sagged in the chair, as much as the safety belt would allow. “You're right.” She moved to decouple the belt.

Huh? “Hey, can you help me out here a little? The belt won't come off.”

Visibly relieved, Moon Dream began to step closer. That was when the trapdoor from the attic opened abruptly.

“Enterprise, you'd better not be up here aga--” Enterprise’s mom cut her sentence off as she took in the scene in front of her. A startled Moon Dream had dropped the lighter.

And it had lit the fuse.

~ * ~

“Enterprise, you'd better not be up here aga--” Canopy cut her sentence off as she took in the scene in front of her.

Her daughter was sitting on a chair the same way Canopy’s pen pal Harp Strings had told her his daughter sometimes did. That part was fine.

What was not fine were the fifteen or so firework rockets attached to the seat. What was not fine was the belt Enterprise was trying frantically to decouple. What was very much not fine was the fuse that was burning down all too quickly towards the rockets.

ENTERPRISE!” Canopy screamed, a raw sound that couldn't possibly hold the terror she felt inside. She flew as fast as she could across the roof, but she had never been the fastest flier in her family.

AAAAAAAHHH!!!” Enterprise’s own scream rang in Canopy’s ears as the rocket-powered chair took to the skies, almost as though this wasn't what she had been trying to accomplish. Perhaps it wasn't.

Moon Dream, meanwhile, was running around the rooftop, looking almost as frantic as Canopy felt. She was babbling about having tried to stop Enterprise, but Canopy couldn't stop to listen. She could only try follow the chair as fast as possible.

For what little it was worth, the chair didn't explode. Enterprise seemed to have made the fireworks non-explosive. That, however, didn't mean they would last forever - it wasn't long before the chair, now tumbling wildly in the air, stopped ascending and started falling.


Ponies below were pointing and staring, but Canopy ignored them. She sped towards where the chair would be a few seconds later. She had to catch her filly!

The chair and the screaming filly on it tumbled right through a cloudy street. At least she didn't hit a hardcloud. It bought Canopy some time.

“HELP!” she shouted at the nearby pegasi, “My filly is falling!”

A few of the stallions immediately leapt up and flew down towards the falling chair with the screaming filly. They were faster than Canopy was.

Canopy’s heart was in her throat as she watched. The two fastest of the pegasi caught up to Enterprise. The spinning chair almost knocked one of them unconscious as they tried to get grips, but he narrowly avoided getting hit. Together, the two of them began pulling up against gravity. They managed to slow the chair down just enough to come to a gentle landing on a hill.

A shaking Enterprise finally managed to decouple the belt and leapt out of the chair as her mother landed on the hillside.

She was okay. She was alive. Canopy thought she was going to cry. She wasn't sure that she wasn't already crying.

“Did you see that, mom? I flew,” the filly said as she galloped over to give Canopy a hug, as though she hadn't spent more than half the “flight” screaming at the top of her lungs.

Canopy returned the hug wholeheartedly, but then she sat up straight and said, sternly, “You are so grounded, young lady.”

~ * ~

As they flew back home, Enterprise tightly held between her front hooves, Canopy found herself wondering if the filly had even noticed the winged silver star that was now emblazoned on her flanks.