Beyond the Sunflower Field (Empires SMP)
summary: Pearl is working as a wandering trader trying to make a living when she discovers a barren plot of land. After planting a single potato, magical things begin to happen there and Pearl's luck begins to turn up. However, a messenger of King Pixlriffs shows up and tells Pearl that she's in trouble for trespassing on Pixandrian territory and that Pearl is to travel to Pixandria at once.
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word count: 4895
warnings: Mentions of methods of torture (but not it happening to anyone in particular), mention of other empires, reference to the murder of llamas
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Pearl was beginning to realize that being a wandering trader was possibly the most dangerous job ever. And she had spent most of her life being an underpaid miner. At least as a miner she could control her environment since she couldn't control the meager pay—she could kill the mobs that were in every dark corner, knew exactly what y-level every kind of ore spawned.
But as a wandering trader, you couldn't control people's interest in your wares. The prices had to be high because you have to make a living somehow. Plus, every single time you passed someone, there was a high chance that you or your llamas would be murdered in cold blood and have to start all over again.
After having 50 different llamas be slaughtered, Pearl made the executive decision to carry her wares in a large backpack and drop the llamas completely. Which did slow her down and made it so she couldn't carry as much. But at least she wouldn't be the cause of llama extinction.
"How many nights?" The woman behind the counter intoned, shuffling through a stack of papers and hardly looking up at Pearl. Her name tag read Iris.
"One," Pearl replied. "Your cheapest room, please."
"Three diamonds."
Pearl winced as she emptied out the rest of her money bag she had saved up from her mining job. Tomorrow she'd have to find some place to exchange the handful of emeralds she owned.
Pearl was handed a ring with a single key and tag that read Room 4.
As soon as Pearl entered her room, the place smelling like mothballs and old coffee, she took off her backpack and dropped onto the bed. Kicking off her shoes, Pearl didn't even bother closing the curtains or even turning on a light. She pulled back the quilt and crawled into bed, the lumpy mattress hardly noticeable.
She thought back to the wandering trader she met before she quit her mining job. His blue cloak lined with gold and his two llamas wearing matching rugs on their back. How had he been so successful? He had been selling cactus, copper, and honey things. Pearl sometimes got her hands on those things and still could hardly afford a night's stay in a cheap room in a cheap inn, let alone elegant clothes for her and her hypothetical llamas.
The next morning, there was a friendly woman behind the counter. "Good morning. My name's Poppy. How was your stay?" She asked as Pearl handed over the key ring.
"Good. Say, would you happen to know where the nearest village is?"
"Yeah, it's quite far out, though. Just follow that river down there." Poppy pointed out the door and to the right.
And so Pearl was off. There was a dirt path she assumed had been created from all the foot traffic between the two villages. As she continued on, she picked a handful of flowers so she could hopefully sell its dye.
Passing by a sunflower field around noon, Pearl stopped to eat under the shade of the sunflower heads that were nearly the size of her own. Snacking on sweetberries, Pearl's eyes wandered around the field until, through the sunflower stems, she spotted a rock formation in the back of the field that resembled an archway.
Pearl stood up and put her backpack on once again, carefully making her way through the sunflower field. An inexplicable feeling was beginning to coil up in her and the only way she could explain it was that she was being called.
Pearl ducked under the rock and, as if she had passed through a portal, it was like she was in another world. There was almost no grass—the ground was made of coarse dirt and the only trees she could spot were the ones behind the rock archway and several kilometers away. The entire barren area was almost completely flat too, as if someone had planned to do something before abandoning it halfway through.
As Pearl's eyes skimmed over the large expanse, another stone-like structure caught her eye that looked to be smack dab in the center of the flat land. It stuck out like a sore thumb. From this distance, she couldn't quite place exactly what it was.
It was a shrine, Pearl realized as she drew closer. Surrounded by stones puzzled together with mortar was a statue about the height of Pearl. The woman depicted had long, flowing, hair decorated with sunflowers and wore a dress that spilled over the short pedestal she was standing on. A massive goose was at her feet, her right hand resting on its back while her left hand was held up, her fingers wrapped around something that was no longer there. Perhaps some kind of scepter? It was clearly an old statue due to the fact that it was poked with lichen and certain parts of the statue had broken off like chunks of hair and the sunflower petals in it.
Pearl turned her gaze downward where there was a small altar for offerings and a little square, nameplate. Brushing some pebbles and other debris away, before Pearl read off the carving.
Helianthia the Golden
goddess of crops and sunflowers
Again, Pearl looked around at the dirt land surrounding her and Helianthia. For a goddess of the crops, there weren't very many around her shrine.
Pearl shrugged off her backpack and began digging around for a stray potato or some other kind of vegetable. Similar to how she had been drawn to this area, Pearl felt the need to plant something in Helianthia's vicinity. It just seemed like the right thing to do. The goddess was clearly a forgotten one or even a local deity whose people moved away.
At last, Pearl pulled out a beaten potato. She filled a bucket full of water from the river that she had been following before crafting a wooden hoe to till the earth. Then, she carefully planted the single potato she had on her person. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.
Pearl then cut a single sunflower from beyond the stone arch before carrying it over to Helianthia's altar as an offering.
Staring into the goddess' determined eyes one last time, Pearl put back on her backpack before trudging back to the river. A small part of her was sad to see the sunflower field fade into the distance. It was weird—she hadn't spent much time there but the comfortable atmosphere had been almost addicting despite the barren landscape.
It was late at night when Pearl arrived at the village at the end of the river. She managed to find an inn that took emeralds before spending the next day trying to sell her wares in the main square. She was a little more successful in this village than usual. Almost all of her dyes sold out. She promised the villagers that came up to her that she'd be restocked in two days. That gave her one day to go back to the village at the "beginning" of the river and another to make it back. Plenty of wild flowers grew back at that village and on the path between the two.
The next morning, Pearl began the long trek back after exchanging her current emeralds for some diamonds. Who knew that dye would be the thing that people wanted? She supposed it made sense—that village was in a dark oak forest where very little grew except mushrooms and dangerous mobs.
Pearl smiled as the sunflower field came back into view. Surely she'd be able to make it back to the village if she took a little detour. She winded through the sunflower stems and bent under the rock archway.
What Pearl saw next shocked her: a quarter of the field was filled with crops of potatoes. Running up to the crops, Pearl touched the leafy greens that were above ground to make sure she wasn't imagining things. What had happened here? Had someone replanted the single potato she had planted yesterday? But who? And potatoes didn't grow that fast. Maybe someone used bone meal, Pearl tried to rationalize. But, while bonemeal did speed up crops, it wasn't that quick that a single potato could multiply overnight.
Pearl couldn't logically think this through. The closest thing she could get to an answer was some mystery person had come overnight and used bone meal although, unless it was some kind of magical bone meal, that sped up crops by an ungodly amount. And, even if that was the case, why were they just now doing it? Why had this area been so desolate before Pearl planted the potato? Why did they wait for Pearl to plant something before helping out in secrecy?
Pearl walked over to Helianthia's shrine, hoping to find some note that told her what had gone on last night. But there was nothing. Her sunflower she had laid on the altar yesterday was the only thing there.
"Well," Pearl muttered to herself, hands on her hips as she overlooked the potato field, "it would be a complete waste to not harvest these potatoes. I don't want them going bad." And so, that afternoon, Pearl gathered as many potatoes as her poor backpack could carry, which was about a quarter of the field. She was surprised by their size. They were the largest potatoes Pearl had ever seen in her life. "Magic bone meal," she repeated out loud with wonder.
That evening, back sore from carrying potatoes, Pearl re-entered the inn from two nights ago. Behind the counter was Poppy. "Welcome back," she greeted. "Another night?"
"Yes please," Pearl grunted, letting her backpack fall to the ground, a potato falling out and landing on the ground with a thud. It was times like these that she wished she still had llamas to do the brunt of the carrying.
"Is that a potato?" Poppy asked, mouth agape.
"Uh, yeah?"
"It's humongous!" She exclaimed, walking out from behind the desk and leaning down to pick up the potato. "Are you selling these?"
"Of course. How many do you want? I haven't decided on a price yet," Pearl added in, opening her backpack to show Poppy the amount of potatoes she had piled inside.
"I'll take five." Poppy pulled out a change purse and pulled out a diamond. "I know you guys usually trade in emeralds but I've only got diamonds on me. Would that be okay?"
Pearl's eyes widened at the shiny blue gem in Poppy's hand. "More than enough!" Pearl gave Poppy five potatoes and then an extra three. "I hope they taste good. But you should put that diamond in the cash since I'm staying the night." It pained Pearl to see the diamond that she would have earned from being a wandering trader without any kind of emerald-diamond exchange be transferred away so quickly.
The next morning as Pearl was about to head back along the river, villagers began coming up to her, asking her for her potatoes. Poppy must have told some people because the word was out that Pearl was selling potatoes "larger than a head."
While that wasn't exactly true, no one seemed bothered that none of the potatoes were that large. They still oohed and ahhed over them.
Pearl ran out of potatoes quickly and she promised that she'd be back in two days with more.
When Pearl reached the second village, backpack full of more potatoes from taking a pit stop at Helianthia's (all the potatoes fully grown once again—even the area Pearl had harvested), the potatoes were bought just as quickly. Including the dye she had promised.
Pearl went to bed that night in a mid-tier room. As a treat. She still had plenty of emeralds left over. Her luck was finally turning up.
And so, Pearl got into the routine of travelling between the two villages, stopping in at the sunflower field at the halfway point to harvest potatoes. Helianthia watched over her as she gathered and re-planted. Whenever the sunflower at her altar wilted away into a brown stem, Pearl made sure to place another one down. She couldn't just be taking from the land without giving offerings to the local goddess of crops.
Her business became so good that she bought herself a donkey and cart so she could carry more of her potatoes and could travel quicker along the river. She also bought herself a green cloak lined with gold that reminded her of that copper-selling trader she had met when she was still just an underpaid miner.
It was only after a week or so that Pearl was at Helianthia's and sized up the other empty farmland. The potatoes were only taking up about a quarter or so. She could fit a lot more crops around the area if she really wanted to.
So, when Pearl travelled back to the village up the river, she bought herself some carrots, beetroots, and melon and pumpkin seeds. It turned out people did accept emeralds as a form of currency. You just had to be wearing nice clothing. She planted them all the next afternoon and, feeling like she had some money to spare, laid a couple of emeralds on Helianthia's altar instead of the usual sunflower.
The next day, as Pearl ducked under the rock arch, all the crops were fully grown. The pumpkins and melons were actually the size of heads. Pearl bought a larger cart for her donkey.
The day after that, the cart completely empty and Pearl just starting to lift pumpkins into the cart, a breathless voice called out. "You there! You in the green! Stop what you are doing at once. You are trespassing on Pixandrian soil!"
Startled, Pearl turned around to see a short man in beige clothes rushing up to her, finger pointed.
"Pixandria?" Pearl said, nose crinkled. "That old desert empire? I'm hardly in the desert." Over the time she spent at Helianthia's, the area was becoming less like barren land and more like a perfect farmland with incredibly fertile soil.
"The great desert empire, thank you very much!" The man snapped. "I am here on behalf of the King to bring you to Pixandria. You are in much trouble, young lady. Not everybody is wanted by King Pixlriffs himself."
"I'm wanted by the King?" Pearl repeated, flabbergasted. "How was I supposed to know he owned this? It just looked like a forgotten plot of land to me!"
The man clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No excuses. I am to take you to Pixandria."
"What if I refuse?"
"Refuse the King?" The man said and then let out a laugh. He suddenly stopped and looked Pearl dead in the eye. "I would have to take you by force and bind your arms and legs together."
Pearl sighed, rubbing her temples. "Fine. I guess I'm going with you. Just let me tie up my donkey here so he doesn't wander away or get stolen." How much money would she be losing by making the trip up to Pixandria and back? What if the King banned her from being at Helianthia's?
Pearl's heart began to race as her mind spiralled out of control. This place was like her home. Pearl could get a new job if the King didn't want her using his land for profit, but if she was banned completely?
Sinking into the plush carriage the man had brought along with two horses and a coachman, Pearl decided she'd fight against the king if he decided to keep her away from Helianthia's. Pearl wouldn't allow it. The King of Pixandria wasn't her king. He should have put a sign on the land that it belonged to him if he actually owned it!
On the trip to the desert, the man introduced himself as Auraq, one of the King's messengers.
They spent nearly three days travelling in the carriage and, through it all, Auraq told Pearl his entire life story. She knew he descended from the very first family of Pixandria, every single inch of his childhood home, where he was educated and the bully who constantly taunted him for his height, who he was married to and how they met, how many children he had and who they were married to and dating, and how King Pixlriffs offered the messenger job to him since his family was so important to Pixandrian history.
Pearl sarcastically told him he could write an autobiography to which Auraq pulled out a massive pile of paper from beneath the carriage seats and told her he was already working on it.
And that was how Pearl ended up with Auraq's manuscript on her lap, pretending to read everything she had already been told. At least it made Auraq quiet.
On the morning of the third day, Pearl noticed the green land getting noticeably less green. Five minutes later, it was as if they had been travelling through the desert for weeks.
Only at the halfway point of Auraq's autobiography, Pearl pushed the papers off of her lap. "My eyes need a break," she told Auraq. She didn't tell him that she could see the outline of a massive mountain in the distance that she assumed was Pixandria. She didn't know much about the old kingdom. She couldn't say that she wasn't curious.
"Oh! Look at that, we're here already!" Auraq said, his back straightening. "It felt like any old day's journey.
Pearl pursed her lips, already running through the possible consequences and what she'd say to each of them. She had heard of previous monarchs and their torture methods—being dropped upon pointed dripstone, being forced to bathe in lava, being buried alive…
"Welcome…to Pixandria!" Auraq exclaimed, gesturing outside of the carriage where villagers dressed in a similar style to Auraq were going about their day.
"Straight ahead, the Pixandrian royal palace!" Auraq said.
Pearl's eyes widened at the massive sandstone palace drawing closer. It was made up of three square buildings, the largest one in the middle. Copper accented the walls and, behind the palace, was the Anthill. It towered over everything in the empire and the villagers, looking like ants compared to the massive mountain, peppered the slopes as they travelled in and out of it. Pearl almost forgot to be scared.
"Stay there," Auraq said as the carriage came to a stop. He jumped out and rushed into the palace where he stayed for a good ten minutes before returning. Auraq opened the carriage door and offered Pearl a hand. "King Pixlfiffs will see you now. He's just inside the palace, waiting for you."
Pearl exited the carriage through the opposite door, trying to hide her nervousness. Auraq climbed back into the carriage and the coachman drove off, leaving Pearl all alone in the front of the looming palace.
Taking a deep breath, Pearl walked through the massive sandstone arch and focused her attention to the huge pillars leading to…Pearl's gaze moved forward where she saw the back of a man, looking out over a balcony.
Pearl cleared her throat.
King Pixlriffs turned around at the noise. He was wearing a beige coloured coat lined with the metallic orange of copper. Were those gold buttons? Atop his head sat a copper crown, intricately designed. And his face…he looked almost familiar…
And then it clicked. "You!" Pearl exclaimed, rushing up to him. "You were that wandering trader I met when I was still working at the diamond mines! I became one because of you. No wonder you seemed like a successful wandering trader! You had a whole empire to come home to! What? You like pretending to be some humble trader, roughing it in the real world?"
King Pixlriffs offered him her hand. "Pixlriffs. But you can call me Pix. I'm quite flattered that I inspired you to become a wandering trader. It was my old job before I was chosen to be King. A wonderful job that allows one to see the world!" He sighed, his eyes far off.
Pearl didn't shake his hand. "What do you mean chosen?"
"Every time a Pixandrian is born, we light a candle, signalling their birth. When the current monarch dies, the gods extinguish all Life Candles in mourning. The next day, they light a single candle, indicating the next monarch. The day after that, everyone else's candle is re-lit. My candle was chosen after Queen Kyri passed."
Pixlriffs didn't talk like he was angry at Pearl and planning anything. But what did Pearl know? "Stop tiptoeing around the topic. Listen, I get that I'm in trouble because I was trespassing or whatever. I'll pay the fine and stuff." Pearl paused, a thought dawning on her. "Wait a second, can I buy the land off of you?" It would certainly take awhile to pay off the debt, but the idea of actually owning the land thrilled her.
"In trouble? Who said anything about that?"
"Auraq said—"
"Ah," Pixlriffs said with an amused chuckle. "He has quite the imagination, that one. But no, you are not in trouble. I just told him to find the person tending to that plot of land and bring them here. He was confused, rightly so, and I explained a little further that I owned the plot of land and wanted to see who was there. He must've assumed that I was angry. I'm nothing of the sort."
Pearl breathed out a sigh of relief, like a huge weight had been lifted. But she was still confused. "Okay. So you aren't angry. Then why did you call on me?"
"Follow me," Pixlriffs said, exiting through the door Pearl had just come through. "I'd like to show you something."
Pearl trailed behind as Pixlriffs walked through the narrow streets of Pixandria until they crossed a bridge over water filled with sea turtles and axolotls. At the end of the bridge stood two palace guards who nodded at their King before letting the two of them through huge copper gates.
Pearl glanced into one of the buildings that was filled with bees and redstone contraptions.
"The industrial district," Pixlriffs explained.
"With gates and guards?"
"Everything's automatic and doesn't need workers. This is more of a space for me to work on things. It also keeps the noise pollution away from the residential area."
The brick path widened out to a clearing with a towering monument, resembling a fountain. Coloured candles and lanterns surrounded it. The whole thing seemed to pulsate with life—as if it were alive.
"The Vigil," Pixlriffs said, drawing nearer. "The overlooker of all empires. Each time an empire is formed, a new Central Candle is created," he gestured to copper candle holders in the main circle. Pearl counted six, each candle a different colour with circular gold leaf patterns dotting the wax.
"Each time a monarch dies, an extra candle is created and lit and surrounds its Central Candle. One lantern signifies twelve deaths and, when an empire falls, their Central Candle and death count candles and lanterns vanish with it."
Pearl walked around the Vigil, reading carved name plates near their corresponding Central Candle.
The cream coloured candle. Pixandria.
The magenta candle. Mezalea.
The light blue candle. The Ocean Empire.
The lime candle. The Lost Empire.
The cyan candle. Rivendell.
Pearl stopped at the orange candle, the nameplate completely blank. "What's this empire?" She asked, looking up at Pixlriffs who was staring up at the top of the Vigil.
"Yours," Pixlriffs said simply.
Pearl wasn't sure she had heard correctly. "Huh? What are you talking about?"
Pixlriffs nodded. "This new candle is the exact same colour as an old fallen empire, Gilded Homestead. Queen Sonika, ruler of Pixandria centuries ago, left archaic notes about Gilded Homestead's orange candle and the last woman who ever lived there who, in order to preserve the land for who she described as 'the connected one', sold the land to Queen Sonika to be left untouched. And, up until now, all Pixandrian rulers have been keeping a watchful eye on the Vigil for a similar orange candle to appear. And, just a week ago, one did show up."
"So…let me get this straight. An old Pixandrian ruler wrote down that an old empire sold its land to you, waiting for 'the connected one'. And, because an orange candle appeared at the Vigil, you assume that I am 'the connected one'. What does that even mean?"
"No assumptions made here," Pixlriffs said with a shake of his head. "Central Candles never have the same colour twice unless it is for a specific reason, like rulers of old empires moving away and setting up a new empire elsewhere." His eyes drifted to the light blue candle of the Ocean Empire.
"So I'm the heir of whoever Queen Sonika met all those years ago?"
"Not necessarily. You are 'the connected one'. Tell me, your plot of land, what did it look like before you arrived?" Pixlriffs asked, focussing his attention back on Pearl. "If you truly are 'the connected one' then the land most likely grows as you do."
"The land was completely dead and barren," Pearl said, some realization dawning on her before a huge flaw came to mind. "Wait. It was dead. That makes no sense. I'm alive now—have been for twenty-five years—shouldn't it have been alive?"
Pixlriffs thought for a second. "You said you worked in the mines? Did you work through the day or through the night? And how long did you work there?"
"Uh, since I was eighteen and during the day," Pearl replied skeptically, but she could see where Pixlriffs was going.
"Well that's seven years with very little sunlight. You managed to survive off of it, but the plants and such on that plot of land, not so much. Then, when you decided to become a wandering trader, there wasn't much to be grown until you began tending to the area."
Pearl could hardly wrap her head around this. "Okay. So. I'm 'the connected one'. What does that even mean?" She couldn't believe that planting a single potato could lead to something like this.
"It means you are now a ruler of an empire. I know it's a lot, and it is completely understandable if you do not want to take up the position. But, if you wish to start a new empire on the land of an old one, I will help you move any kind of relatives to the area and become your first trading partner."
"I…my parents died when I was young. It's just me," Pearl said softly, staring at the orange candle on the Vigil.
"I'm sorry."
Pearl shrugged, rubbing her hand over the blank nameplate. "I do like that plot of land." She thought back to Helianthia and the idea of having a permanent home somewhere that beautiful. Already, she could picture buildings she could place around the area. "How much will it cost?"
"Nothing. It was always in the contract that Pixandria would give all the money that Gilded Homestead gave to us back to whoever 'the connected one' was in full. And, well, because of inflation, let's just say you have a great start on your new empire." He paused with a smile before his spine straightened. "Oh! I nearly forgot." He pulled out a golden sunflower scepter that had been leaning up against a nearby building. "I believe this belongs to you. It has been in Pixandria's possession from the trade with Gilded Homestead."
Pearl slowly took the scepter from Pixlriff's hand. She instantly knew that this would fit into Helianthia's hand. The missing piece in the shrine. "Do I have to use the same name 'Gilded Homestead' for my new empire?"
"Of course not. We left the nameplate blank for this very reason."
"I think I'll keep a part of the old name but I'd like to just modify it a little. How about Gilded Helianthia?" It rolled off of Pearl's tongue like it was meant to be.
"Perfect," Pixlriffs clapped his hands together. "Queen PearlescentMoon of Gilded Helianthia."
Pearl was so distracted by the possibilities of being a Queen that she didn't bother to ask Pixlriffs how he knew her name.
Three days later, carrying the most money Pearl had ever seen in her purse, she ducked under the rock arch to Gilded Helianthia. Instantly, she was met with her donkey and carriage she had left behind before Auraq swept her away to Pixandria.
Pearl walked through the crops and she glanced around at the trees and terrain surrounding her little farmland. Over there, in the back left, she could build a house. A house. When was the last time she had had an actual place to call home? And over there! She could build a barn! And there she could expand the farmland!
Pearl finally stopped in front of Helianthia's shrine—where it all started. Pearl glanced at the sunflower scepter in her hand before carefully placing it into Helianthia's stony grasp. Where it belonged.
Finally, Helianthia's shrine looked complete.
Pearl gripped onto the scepter once it was firmly in place, her own fist just above Helianthia's. They had a lot of work to do. Pearl was ready for whatever happened next.
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