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“Are you gonna eat that?” Lyra looked expectantly at the cake that was still on Bon-Bon’s plate.
Her roommate lifted a hoof to pull the plate a bit closer to her side of the table. “Honestly, Lyra…”
“Sorry. But it’s just been sitting there, and – “
“We just got to Sugarcube Corner five minutes ago,” Bon-Bon said. “And excuse me if I was a little shocked by how you inhaled yours.”
Coming here had become a tradition, something the two of them did every weekend. Mr. and Mrs. Cake were some of the best bakers in Ponyville, if not all of Equestria. For ponies who both loved sweets, it was a natural hangout.
“You think cake and candy are some kind of art form, don’t you?”
“It’s what I make for a living! Of course there’s an art to it!” Bon-Bon said. “And anyway, I’ve finally gotten a job interview scheduled with the owners, so before we know it, I might even be working here.”
“That’s nice. Will we get free cake, then?” Lyra asked.
Bon-Bon glared at her. “Anyway, I heard you were invited to play at the Grand Galloping Gala this year. That’s quite an honor,” Bon-Bon said. She took a single bite of her cake, enjoying it, savoring the flavor, unlike a certain unicorn.
Lyra nodded vigorously. “Yeah! Can you believe it? I’m not too good with formal events, though.”
“I… can’t imagine why.” Bon-Bon’s attention was fixed on some chocolate frosting still hanging off Lyra’s chin. “Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be a disaster like it was last year. You heard about that, right?”
Lyra nodded. “I never would have thought Fluttershy had it in her. It’s always the quiet ones.”
Taking another small bite of her cake, Bon-Bon continued. “So, have they told you what pieces you’ll be performing? Do you know what you’ll be wearing?”
Lyra shrugged. “I dunno, maybe Rarity – “
“INCOMING!”
They barely heard the buzz of the scooter approaching before it slammed into the table. Bon-Bon’s cake was propelled directly into her face. Lyra attempted unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh.
“Scootaloo, are you sure that’s gonna be your special talent?” Apple Bloom said, walking towards the overturned table with Sweetie Belle at her side.
Bon-Bon gaped at the three fillies, her face covered in frosting.
“What can I say? Sometimes it’s better to finish quickly.” Lyra shrugged. “By the way, you’ve got a little something...” She lifted a hoof to her own face. “Right there.”
Bon-Bon had already snatched up a napkin and started wiping herself off.
“Sorry about that,” Scootaloo said, shaking her head. She adjusted her helmet. “I was going so fast that time! Now I just need to work on my turns…” She gave a weak smile.
“No problem,” Lyra said.
Bon-Bon hesitated and took a deep breath. “Y-yes… No… problem… at… all.”
“Lighten up, they’re just kids. Remember what it was like trying to get a cutie mark when you were that age? I don’t blame them for trying all this crazy stuff.”
Sweetie Belle’s face brightened up. “Hey, we never asked you how you got your cutie mark! Your talent is music, isn’t it?” She was staring at the golden harp on Lyra’s flank.
“Yeah! Actually, it took me a long time to get my cutie mark. It was back in filly school when I lived in Canterlot. I was one of the last in my class to get mine, you know…”
Lying awake in bed one night, Heartstrings – she’d still been calling herself Heartstrings back then – had heard her parents talking about her.
“You know that Heartstrings has been struggling in school…” That was her mother.
“Some unicorns just take longer to learn magic, that’s all. Things will come to her in time,” she heard her father reply.
“But what if it doesn’t? It’s been too long now. No magic, no cutie mark. What if it’s all because she’s – “
“Heartstrings is a unicorn. It’s that simple. It’ll all come in time.”
Of course, even though she was a filly, Heartstrings knew what they had been talking about. Her mother was a pegasus, but her dad was a unicorn. She had a horn, but she had never been able to use it. The other unicorns in her class had already mastered things like levitation, but she couldn’t even lift a feather. She had to agree with her mother. What if she just couldn’t learn magic?
Her teacher, Indigo Spark, said that it didn’t matter. If a pony had a horn, they were a unicorn. There wasn’t such a thing as a “half-unicorn,” but… This wasn’t the only time she had overheard her parents have this same conversation, and she still couldn’t focus any power through her horn.
Cutie marks and magic were still on Heartstrings’ mind the next day in class. They’d been brought to the music room instead of their usual classroom.
“Today we’ll be working with musical instruments. I’d like all of you to pick something out. We’re just practicing today, so don’t worry about sounding good!” Indigo Spark watched his class as they inspected each instrument.
Heartstrings tagged along after the rest of her classmates. Would she be any good at this? It looked like there was a tuba… too big… a xylophone… that had a lot of keys, how would she handle that one? There were some drums. Those would be easy.
“Yes, Bluebelle, that one’s called a lyre.” Heartstrings turned to see the teacher talking to a young navy blue unicorn. “It’s one of the more difficult instruments. It takes a lot of concentration to focus on moving each string to play even a simple song.”
“How does it work?” the filly asked.
“Focus your magic onto each string, and adjust the tension in order to make them vibrate and create sound.”
Blue Belle had already started, and what came out wasn’t exactly music, in the strictest definition. Heartstrings winced at the noise, and turned to look at a cello. Maybe that one would work. No, it was way too big.
“I think I’ll take a different one…” Blue Belle said, turning away from the lyre. “Something easier.”
Most of the instruments had already been taken. So much for drums, Heartstrings thought. Wandering around the music room, between other young unicorns who were already trying out their new instruments, Heartstrings finally took a closer look at the lyre. No way, that one would definitely be too hard…
Besides, that explanation had made no sense. How were you supposed to create music if you moved each string by itself? If you plucked them in a sequence, moving down the row… It was less a matter of moving each string and more of something moving through them, plucking each one.
A few notes played, soft but clear. A few more. It was beginning to sound like a simple melody, nothing too complicated, but musical all the same. Heartstrings closed her eyes, focusing on the notes. Yes, this was how a lyre was meant to be played.
“My, Heartstrings! You really seem to have a knack for that.”
Her eyes snapped open. The whole room had gone quiet. She tried to look at the horn on her forehead, and saw the edges of a lime-green glow. It matched the glow surrounding the lyre. She slowly backed away from the lyre, feeling the eyes of everypony in the room watching her.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. That was truly impressive.”
“I, um… I just thought there was probably a different way to play it… Simpler…” Heartstrings stammered.
“There’s nothing wrong,” Indigo Spark said. “Now, does everypony have an instrument chosen? Let’s begin.”
Heartstrings stared at the golden instrument, and with some effort, managed to get it to float next to her. She was ecstatic. She felt like getting up and running straight home to tell her parents, but class had already started.
While the other colts and fillies struggled to create anything musical, Heartstrings was already grasping how to play this instrument. It was like she was born to play. When class was finally over, she noticed something different about herself. Namely, on her back leg.
To say the least, her parents were pleased when she returned home that afternoon. Heartstrings thought her mother was going to faint after she saw her daughter’s new cutie mark. And she almost did, after hearing a bit of what Heartstrings could do. Her father signed her up for music lessons right away. They were saying she was a prodigy – maybe she was? Heartstrings didn’t really care either way, the excitement of being able to do magic was enough for her.
It finally looked like Heartstrings was going to grow up into a perfectly normal unicorn.
“Is it true what they say about ponies like that?” Sweetie Belle asked. “When their parents are two different kinds of ponies, I mean. I know it doesn’t happen often, but you’re great with magic, Lyra.”
“Who knows? It took some practice, but I’m all right now,” Lyra replied. “And it just goes to show that everybody gets their cutie mark eventually. I’m sure you’ll all find yours soon enough.”
Bon-Bon had finished wiping the cake off her face and was in a better mood. “You know, when I was about your age, that was the first time I ever learned how to use an oven, and -“
“Hey, music might work! Maybe we should try getting our band back together! Come on, Crusaders!” Scootaloo said. The three of them disappeared in a yellow, orange, and white blur.
“Wha - ?” Bon-Bon said. “I didn’t get a chance to tell my cutie mark story! Kids and their short attention spans!” She turned her head. “…Lyra?”
There was a fork hovering in the air in front of Lyra’s face, and she was inspecting it with curiosity. She turned at the sound of her name, and the fork dropped to the ground. “Huh?”
“Oh… never mind. Let’s go home.”
Music played softly in the distance. A familiar sound in the darkness. Did she know this song? She couldn’t name it. Then, a figure. But it wasn’t a pony, that much was clear. It was… Yes. Lyra started to move towards it for a better look. The darkness was fading away until she could start to make out the details. She had just a glimpse before -
- she hit the bedroom floor with a thud, giving her a rude awakening from the dream. But she still had the image in her mind. Lyra stared up at the ceiling, her back on the floor and her legs sticking straight up in the air. The covers from her bed were still partially draped over her.
“It… it all makes sense now!” She grinned. “How did I not see this before?”
This had to be documented. Picking herself up off the floor, Lyra raced down the hall and found her journal in the office. Levitating it down from the shelf, she quickly started sketching with the nearest quill she could find.
“Lyra…? I heard a crash, are you alright?” Bon-Bon wandered into the room, rubbing her eyes. She stared at Lyra and the glowing quill scratching madly at the page. “What are you doing?”
“They designed it. It’s meant for them to play, not us,” Lyra muttered, not taking her eyes off the journal. “It all makes so much sense…”
Bon-Bon shook her head and watched over her roommate’s shoulder. Some kind of figure was taking shape. It was holding a lyre in what seemed to be… arms? The shape of the body wasn’t one that Bon-Bon had ever seen before. Maybe similar to a baby dragon, like the one that lived with Twilight Sparkle, but the limbs were elongated.
“The strings are much easier to pluck if you have fingers. I think it’s similar to how I play it, actually. What I imagine while I’m doing it, at least.” Lyra continued sketching. Bon-Bon couldn’t tell if Lyra was explaining it to her or if she was talking to herself. “They’re too close together to play very well with hooves, and it wouldn’t make sense for ponies to design an instrument that could only be played with magic.”
“Lyra, is this another one of your theories about those…” Bon-Bon’s voice trailed off into a yawn.
“Humans. Of course.” Lyra nodded. She dropped the quill, and looked up. “Humans invented lyres. Can you believe it? I’ve had their work on my flank for years and I never even realized it!” She grinned widely, looking at the image of the harp on her back leg.
“You’re… sure?” Bon-Bon let out another yawn. “You actually think that this was invented by some kind of a… what was it, again?”
“If you knew where to look, you’d realize that humans left their work all over Equestrian civilization. Ponies weren’t the first to establish a society. It’s all because of humans, and we’re just borrowing it.”
Bon-Bon stared at Lyra, not understanding how anypony could be awake and so energetic at three in the morning. And she was on one of her “human” rants again. Not that Bon-Bon had any idea what a “human” was, but apparently Lyra had a strange obsession with them. Some kind of obscure mythical being that was referenced in some old books. And that’s all they were – a myth. Nopony had ever seen a real human before.
“Just go to bed,” Bon-Bon said. She turned around and headed back to her room.
Lyra’s grin vanished, and she looked back at her drawing. She had put as much detail as she could into the way the hands held the instrument, and the way the fingers moved along each individual string. It all seemed to work so well. There had been less attention to the face and the rest of the body, just a rudimentary torso and legs. Already the details of the dream were fading from her mind.
It wasn’t the first dream Lyra had about humans - they happened sporadically. Usually in groups. She could expect several more hazy, indistinct dreams over the next few nights. Her journal was filled with as much as she could remember from them.
“I know humans used to exist…” Lyra muttered. “Maybe not anymore. But they were real.”
She took one last glance at the figure she had drawn, playing a lyre as she herself often did, but this was the right way to play one. The way it had been intended. Then she closed the cover and lifted the book back onto the shelf.
For the rest of the night, Lyra couldn’t remember if she had any more dreams.
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Kinda like the fic I'm doing. Except I have Lyra searching out old myths on humans, and eventually stumbling accross a ruin on one of her expeditions. Going into the ruin, and after some adventures there, Lyra finds a chamber filled with thousands of humans in cryogenic suspension.
Follow your dreams Lyra! You just gotta keep believing, and sooner or later your dreams will come true! 
Love it! I absolutely love the idea shaping up right here. Heh, it's honestly too easy to envision a gigantic, exaggerated grin on my favorite ocean green unicorns lips at finally not only getting her cutie mark, but learning to control magic. Kind of wondering where you're planning on taking it though, seeing as it could either go on about how Lyra uncovers something ground breaking and slowly pieces together a secret that's been hidden in the form of pieces and clues spread all across Equestria (just like Nicholas Cage did! 
) or she just drives Bon Bon up the wall crazy with her obsession.
Either way, I'm following this!
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MMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
What's here is pretty darn good, but here's the big question: how focused will this be? Will Lyra's quest for humanity be the sole plot thread, or there be half a dozen other weaving in and out of the story? 'Cause a problem I've noticed popping up in fics lately is that they loose focus of the main plot in favor of jokes and whatnot. Or perhaps it's not all that prevalent a problem at all? In either case, it's something to be avoided.
because I didn’t know how this was suppose to connect with the story of finding humans. But then you connected Lyra’s love for music with humans, and I thought that was really clever.
A very strong opening. I really liked how you tied her interest in humans to her cutie mark and it was a good cutie mark origin story. Most Ponies, I expect, have a relatively calm one like that, important to them, but not awe inspiring.
Anyway, I'll be following this. Good job.
Most enjoyable, and a wonderful way to dovetail cutie mark and anthropological obsession. Also:
Image: http://ponibooru.413chan.net/post/view/96398Oh dear, img tag fail. Lemme try that again:
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LISTEN TO THE MAN. THIS HAS CROSSOVER POTENTIAL.
But anyhow, surely Bon-bon has heard of monkeys? I mean Fluttershy even mentions monkeys when fantasizing about the GGG. I mean unless in the Ponyverse, primates are some obscure mammals noone ever talks about, like what we do with most rodents.
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Most of the instruments had already been taken. So much for drums, Lyra thought. Wandering around the music room, between other young unicorns who were already trying out their new instruments, Heartstrings finally took a closer look at the lyre. No way, that one would definitely be too hard…
First sentence Lyra, second sentence Heartstrings, just a little slip-up there, nothing too major, easy fix.
I'll just say it now. I love this story, I think it flows perfectly together, with perfect transition and pace, but I'm not really a critic, so I can't think of anything else to say that will make me seem intelligent, haha.
Dialogue punctuation is a bit different then what I was taught, not sure if it's different from place to place, but I'm still eight years into grade school, so don't take whatever I say too seriously, alright? I'm not an expert at anything, lol.
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Why can't I hold all these stars?! Oh, I know! You can have five of them!
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Humans....What the hell is a human!? 
WHY WEREN'T WE TAUGHT THIS IN FILLYDELPHIA HIGH SCHOOL!?
I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION AND REQUEST A CLASS ON THESE....CREATURES. DID THEY REALLY INVENT SO MANY OF THE THINGS WE SEE TODAY? IS THAT WHY THE TEACUPS HAVE HANDLES EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE TOO SMALL TO HOLD WITH A HOOF?
*Looks at my hooves* I kind of want these...these "hands" now. I figure they'd be useful. Brb gonna go practice standing on my hind legs for extended periods of time, hopefully I won't fall over backw
Well, I've officially plugged this on every pony site I'm active on on a regular basis. I told them all it had some serious potential based on the first few chapters, and I'm pretty confident you'll deliver. If they actually read my whole post, there should be even more attention headed this way.
Wait...if Equestria is Earth in the future...crap! we need to find John Connor, NOW.
Well, good Lord. So many comments. I do like comments. Especially when all you humans are debating the existence of your own species. I find that very amusing. Anyway, I think I'll start doing updates every Monday, except for the next one, which I'll put up tomorrow. Then Chapter 3 will be Monday, and I'll keep doing that.
How am I so popular?
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I think this has great potential, I get kind of a "Mass Effect" feel (minus the "cycle of extinction" thing though that is a possibility for this story...... hmm) in that all of pony society has been built upon the ruins of ours without them being aware of it.
Another thought that has crossed my mind is that if Lyra does uncover a large piece of our history (I am guessing that Equestria was like, or was, Earth before something happened long, long ago to drive humans to extinction), something like the story of 300 or one of the world wars, or maybe just a glance at our personality, would she admire us or be horrified?
After several months of putting it off, your story has compelled me to finally make an account here. It's that good. It manages to incorporate all the humor of the "human-obsessed Lyra" fanon while also making it more than just a shallow gag. It's a truly fantastic story and I look forward to the next chapter.
*ASSUMING WILD MASS GUESSING MODE*
So, humans were a race of beings who dominated the planet, until a worldwide disaster wiped them all out, and destroyed pretty much every trace of their existence. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of years past, and nature ran its course, plants growing to consume what remained of the ancient society. Subways caved in. Buildings crumbled, and were overcome by the vibrant green tendrils of the planet itself. Bridges collapsed, and sank to a watery grave, where they became aquatic playgrounds, rock and coral burrying them entirely.
Many more centuries pass, and the planet is shaken to its core by an apocalyptic event: a meteor. It destroys the moon utterly. The Earth survives, but is sent out into space, away from the warming light of the Sun, and out into the gaping maw of a cosmic void.
Along the planet flew, its surface now icy and desolate, and entirely devoid of any life. Until it is discovered. Two cosmic beings, forced from their last home, stumble upon the wandering planet. They decide to make it their home. The first being provides the Planet with a new sun, and the second with a moon. By way of their divine powers, the planet is once again able to sustain life, and the two travellers Celestia and Luna populate the world with their own kind. They make it their home, and Earth is now no longer Earth, but Equestria, a land free from the horrors of war like the sisters had once known.
Of course, a race cannot be wiped from existence completely, and a race as persistent as the humans once were can never quite be forgotten.
Artifacts were found, fossilised deep under the ground, in the bones of the old planet. Maybe over here, a knife and fork. An old instrument over there, perhaps. Archeologist ponies occasionally found them, but nopony paid them any heed. They were useless, after all. Pieces of rock and stone, their significance lost to the ages.
But one particular pony knew otherwise.
AND THAT'S HOW EQUESTRIA WAS MADE!!!
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