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// Curiosity 
// Story: Legacy 
// by Sleep Sonata 
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	“It was just last sunday night you appeared on my doorstep. And my oh my, it seemed like you been jumped by Timberwolves!” Honey Suckle almost appeared to enjoy telling the story. To Starry though, it sounded like something she wanted to forget. 
“Did I say anything to you? Anything that would tell you who I was or where I was from.” She inquired. 
“All I got from you was your name and something about over the mountains. After that you just collapsed. I wasn’t sure what to do. The nearest doctor was in Maresailles, but that was a three day hike through the forrest.” Honey had at least helped Starry find out where she was; nowhere. “I cared for ya best I could, but you really just slept for three days. Then, I came in the check on you one mornin’, and you were simply gone.”
This didn’t answer much. Starry had to push a little. “Did anything happen while I was there? Out of the ordinary at all?”
“Now that mention it, I did hear noises at night.” 
Anything was significant at this point. Starry couldn’t write it off. “What kind of noises?”
“Oh ya know, typical night time sounds. There was some scratchin’ and scrappin’, but it was passin’. I figured at the time it was just the usual critters, but lookin’ back, they sounded a lot bigger than just squirrels scamperin’ around.”
This certainly seemed curious. A small detail though. It could probably be explained away.
Before Starry could ask anymore, Honey spoke up. “Ah, here we are. Welcome to Green Pastures. You can make your way over to the homestead to your right. I need to make sure the sunflowers face the right direction.” It seemed like a strange chore, but Starry didn’t say anything about it. In any case, maybe this homestead would help her jog her memory. 
The house itself was as plain as they come. The only decorations were the plants on the window sills. It didn’t seem like the type of place that a pony would go looking for. Maybe that was the point.
Despite the homely exterior, Honey Suckle kept a very pleasant atmosphere inside, even with an apparently modest budget. Various farm trinkets acted as mantlepieces, while giant, overturned flower pots served as tables. 
Starry headed upstairs to see where Honey said she cared for her. The second floor was as simple as the rest of the house; a single, square space with three rooms, one per wall. The room to the left was obvious Honey’s, mostly because of the sign reading “Honey”. The room directly across from her appeared to be just a linen closet, there couldn’t have been anything there.
The final room, to the right, was what intrigued Starry the most. It had no sign, and didn’t appear to have been painted or dusted in ages. When Starry opened the door to peek in what she saw underwhelmed her. It was just a bed and a nightstand, both in slightly better shape than the door.
Suddenly, she felt a splitting headache, as if her entire head was being crushed. Then she had flashes of herself in the room. Waking up in this room, not once, but three times. Each time she saw herself climbing out the window and climbing onto the roof. Then just as the sun was breaking the horizon, she was getting back into bed. Her right wing was in pain the entire time.
Every time it was the same, except for one. All she saw of the last night was herself climbing out the window and running. 
“Starry? Starry dear, are you okay?” A voice snapped her out of her trance, and Starry returned to reality. “Is everything alright? You’re not sick are you sweetie?”
“No, Miss Suckle, I’m fine.” Starry replied, only half honestly.
“Call me Honey. Now don’t you lie to me. Are you sure nothin’s wrong?”
“Actually, I remember some of the past few nights. It only came back in flashes, but I saw myself getting out of bed, and climbing out of the window onto the roof. I couldn’t fly because my wing was hurting so bad.” Starry looked back at her wing, and noticed it was completely healthy, like nothing had been wrong with it.
“I noticed that when you arrived. It was all kinds of beat up, so I took you upstairs to...” There was a noticeable pause. Starry turned to her, an inquisitive look on her face, but then Honey continued “...the guest room. I wrapped you up and treated it with some of my medicine. I have to say, you heal very fast, almost like magic. No surprise with that there horn of yours.”
Starry thought of asking about the pause, but questions were still swirling furiously around in her head. “But I still don’t know why I would come here. I just don’t feel like this is the kind of place I would flee to. No offense to you, Honey.”
Honey looked back with a reassuring smile. “None taken, sugar. With a cutie mark like that, I wouldn’t be hangin’ ‘round at this ol’ place.” 
“Cutie mark?” Starry was genuinly surprised, not because she didn’t know what a cutie mark was, but because she didn’t know what her’s was. She turned around and on her flank, was a whole moon with one five point star on it’s surface. “I wonder what it means.” She thought out loud.
“Well I can tell you for sure it doesn’t give you a green hoof, else you would’ve fallen at my door a long time ago.” Honey was trying to sprinkle humor into the situation, but Starry Night was too busy trying to figure out what her cutie mark was telling her.
All of a sudden, Honey’s ears perked up, and a ten mile smile spread on her face. “I know! We’ll take you on over to Maresailles! A big city like that will have somepony that can help you.”
Starry didn’t know about Maresailles, or any other city, but it did sound like a good place to start. “That’s a good idea. When can we...”
Before she could even finish her sentence she felt a pair of saddlebags land of her back. Her knees almost buckled under the weight. “Why we can head out right now! Quickly and expeditiously now! We’re gonna figure out who you are. I can see your already excited for the hike.”
Her grimace was from the weight of the bags.