Lyra Heartstrings was a fairly average mare of fourteen years old. She listened to her mother and father she went to school and did her homework, played with her friends, and even played an instrument. She had a normal cutie mark, a lyre, which she liked to play, but there was something that made her different, she did not want to play an instrument.
She was not the first to not 'match' their mark. It was not unheard of to do something other the what your cutie mark said was your special talent was, many ponies had done it in the past and she will not be the last of them.
She wanted to study the history of every equestrian culture. There was something about history that just intriguing her. How could anypony not want to know about it? This is where we came from, history is the most important thing in the world, and she had told her mother and father. At first they were prehensive about letting their daughter do something that did not involve her 'special talent' but they gradually warmed up to the idea, after seeing how much she cared for it.
Her interest in the subject was not born of a trip to a history museum, of learning about it in school, but of something smaller, a history book from the local library. She had a homework assignment and her mother had bought a copy of a book called 'The Complete Record of Equestrian History by Culture', so she would not have to keep checking out the book over and over; as it turned out, that was unnecessary as the book was left untouched for the rest of the year, at least until one rainy summer day. The local weather team had scheduled rain for the next four days and that meant she was stuck in the house, and as anypony would she became bored.
"I'M SO BORED, THERE IS NOTHING TO DO!" Lyra screamed in the confines of her room. Lyra was home alone right now because her mom and dad were out for dinner and they trusted her with being able to not burn the house down.
She pranced around her room with boundless stores of energy. She had tried to entertain herself with her lyre, but for some reason it did not have the same spark it had when she had first played it.
"Humph, stupid rain, stupid lyre, stupid books." at that she lashed out a large tower of books at the foot of her bed succeeding in knocking the poor books over in a cloud of dust.
"Oh no, sorry books." She came over to once tower of books and began to pick them all up, and when she got to the last book she looked at it and laughed.
"Hahaha, I remember you, mom bought you for me and I read like a paragraph." She looked out the window at the pouring rain. “Maybe I should fix that."
Lyra had been reading for three hours, she had gotten through most of pony history by that time, but something felt wrong, she could not place it but it felt to .......fast, not her reading but the history itself one moment the ponies had went from living as nomads knowing nothing of magic or tools, to building monoliths in a (relatively) short amount of time. It was odd, she thought learning something like metallurgy or stone masonry would take hundreds or thousands of years but according to this that was not the case, now she had faith in her kind’s inventiveness and ability to learn fast but not this fast, this was too fast.
She looked at the other races to see if this was just a misprint or some other type of mistake, but almost every race had similar historic time lines, one moment they were savages the next, they had culture, art, writing, and other advanced cultural standings. It made no sense to her. Had nopony ever seen this?
Then she realized what she need to do, she wanted answers, and she knew just how to get them.
"Lyra, honey we are home dear." Her mother called from the front door.
She bolted to the front door, "Mom, Dad, I know what I want to be when I grow up!"
Her mother and father smiled at her, "Well, what is it Lyra, what do you want to be."
She held a huge smile on her face and said," I want to be an archaeologist!"
Her dad looked at her and asked, "Well why do you want to be a archaeologist, Lyra?"
She looked at her father and said, “Because, I have unanswered questions. There is so much that we missed, I read that history book mom, there has to be things we missed, there is no way there is not, and I'm going to find it mom."
Her parents looked at her and smiled, He pulled the foal in for a huge and said, "Well will help you how every we can Lyra, were so proud of you."
"Really? You are not mad at me for not doing what my cutie mark says my special talent is?”
"Of course not Lyra, we love you no matter what you do, no come on lets go to bed, we have all had a long day."
She did as she was told and went off to bed, dreaming of all the things she would find.
And she would find something, something that would shake the foundations of their world.