//------------------------------// // Intermission Chapter one: The legacy of Zecroa // Story: Project Harmony One. // by Megaskullmon //------------------------------// A zebra mare finds herself on Equus. The world that her kind and others are from. She has been told stories of a zebra that is part of or created her tribe. The zebra had to spend almost every inch of her money. Even had to sell parts of her home just to learn about Zecora. The history of Zecora has been missing for so long that if she took this back to her tribe. That she could get some of her life back. The old hut the stories of this old hut have been in her family for years. They never found it mostly because the ponies that lived around this forest refused to let any of the zebras in to find the hut. With everything going on right now and after the war that caused the station to get destroyed and parts of it moving through space.  The zebra mare is on her wit end though she has been in this forest for almost a month and hasn’t found anything. She looks down at the story again. All she reads though is the same thing she read over and over again.  “Find the past by singing to it.” She smashes the PDA sobbing softly. Why did it say that?! She leans on a tree sobbing she could die here and no one from her tribe or the ponies would even care. It’s sad about this new life. Space has changed how most used to see each other. She cries so hard that her cries sound through the woods. Whispers sound around her like others are in this forest. “Crying. Crying…” She lifts her head looking around. “Who?” She grunts getting on her weak legs. She hasn’t eaten anything for a while. She ran out of food a day or so ago. After almost giving up the search and going back to ponyville to at least try begging for some money and food to get back to her tribe’s homeworld. “Sing… to the forest...Break the spell. Show the truth bring forth a dance that we can dance to.” The poor mare didn’t know how her singing voice is. All she remembers is from what she was told a year before she came down to this world. Is to sing from the heart if you’re lost and never can find the right path. The mare closes her eyes tightly to try to hear the music in her heart. She breaths in and out to relax. The music around this world is like the stories she has been told. This world has magic and it’s within music and the music brings a lot. She finally releases her stress at least as much of it she could. The music gets loud enough in her heart that she is finally about to sing. “I have been a journey. For many years to find the creation of my tribe. History is lost to us and our story ends if we never find it. In my world, the brewers are the smallest of our worlds. They’re the most broken the closest to end. With the history and recipes of life, we could extend our lives.” Lifting her head to look at the fog moving away to give her a path to the hut if this is true. She must keep singing she walks on her weak hooves grunting in each step. The pain from not taking care of herself these past few days “I need to know who I am. I need to hear the sound of our old words. I need to hear the spells. So I can help the others of my tribe. We have lost the ability to make potions and the ability to help ourselves. The broken lives of my tribe extending to the others tribes. Many zebras know the way of potion-making. Like the element Savannah but she doesn’t teach others and she has been missing since the station blew.” The fog vanishes still making another path. She keeps following the path. A root makes her trip falling on her chest laying on her side grunting. She feels that she broke something. Looking at a stick as well as a leaf. She pulls the leaf off the tree taking both. She chomps her teeth down hard on another piece of wood then sets the bone screaming in pain. Thankfully she didn’t pass out the pain was insane though. Placing the split wrapping the leaf standing up after she is done.  Limping while she walks she keeps the song in her heart. “I shall never give up even if my body is close to death. Oh please great spirits of the past allow me to see the future. Oh please let me see through the spell. Let me see it all please oh please great spirit.” The fog spell finally vanished she finally sees the hut. Just before she could do anything though. The pain takes over. She finally passes out from the pain falling to the hard ground below. Her vision goes black right after she hits the ground.  She opens her eyes she is laying in a bed. Looking around quickly trying to sit up but a zebra spell keeps her from getting up. “Relax don’t overdo it.” Shifting a bit to look over to a zebra. This zebra has strange stripes they make her entire face black and the top of her chest black but the rest is white. She grunts not sure what to think of this a weak smile forming on her face. “Is...this the hut of Zecora?’ The zebra sighs. “It’s been rebuilt many times but yes this is her old hut. Why are you here though?’ “I am called Star hunter. I have been searching for Zecoras legacy for many years. I have been told if you wish to find it I need to come here. We need her history we need so much even her potion-making. So we can survive I don’t know why. Many tribes have removed themselves from potion-making. From the old ways. Focus on power money following the ways of the ponies.” The zebra shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe our ways are too old for the now. Have you ever thought of that Star Hunter? I am sure if the stories I heard are true. The zebra-made ships use a type of brews as well as zebra magic to allow them to fly in space.” Star Hunter didn’t understand why she would say maybe their ways are too old for the now? She sighs shaking her head sitting up finally. “What do I have to do to prove myself to get the history?” The zebra just stares at the mare. “What do you have to prove? You have to prove nothing you just need to explain to me. Why do you even care about the past? There must be more to it than we need brews and so on. If you would tell me the truth.” The truth? Star Hunter didn’t understand what she meant by that. Looking through her mind she was told a while ago that if you wish to know the truth you need to give the truth. The truth is not easy for some to say. Closing her eyes taking a deep breath she finally allows herself to relax. “The truth is I want to know the truth of our past. Why did so many of us leave this world? Why did the history of Zecora vanish? We know that Twilight did something to her. We have no idea what she did or what happened just we want the truth please.” The mare sighs. “Then you must wake up.” Star Hunter was confused she is already awake. Then she opens her eyes in an old bed. Getting up from it looking around the hut is old and run down. Getting out of the bed looking around why? There is something she finds a large old book some old papers and even a recording from a descendent of Zecora. She turns on the recording to listen to it. While she gathers what she can look through the book it’s all the spells and history. But she can’t read it now she needs to get it back to her planet. The smallest of all zebra worlds. The most looked over one. “I did all I could to preserve what I could for my great grandmother. I doubt I will be able to stay alive much longer though. Twilight minions are searching for this hut. I need to leave to make sure they never find it. To those who ever find this history, I made a bag for you. A magic bag that will block this new tech that has been forming.” Doing what she heard. Putting all the books recipes and history she could find. Then looking back at the hut there might be more in here. Opening one of her other bags she brings out a fire starter. Turning it on and tossing it into the hut. She knows many would hate that she did this. But it’s the only way to protect the Legacy. Heading back out the way she came the fog starts to come back again and when she turns around to look. She sees the zebra that she saw in her dreams on fire and the zebra lifts a hoof knowing this is the right way.  She went on to find a way home with the legacy of Zecora. While she walks to find the starport. Brings out a book to read to herself. “There are times when we need our history. There are times when we need the past to tell us. To tell us the right way. Maybe it’s not always the right way. But never forget those that came before you. I wish I could see this future. I may see it in the stars but I will never be able to speak. To those that come after me don’t trust. Harmony. There is brewing and Harmony and Disharmony will come to blows. With us in the middle.” A great dread comes over the poor zebra. She has already been seeing this in many worlds. Both are starting to fight over many things. Those that are formally part of harmony or disharmony are turning on these beings. Soon the fight will come and they will be exposed for who they are.