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// 3: Meeting Starclaw 
// Story: Path of the Starclaw 
// by RedmoonLevee 
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	I couldn't help but laugh at the thing that popped out of the spell. It was fifteen hands, from floor to the tip of its horn. Its teal eyes had shrunk to the size of quill tips from my shout. It was of an equine descent and appeared to walk on all fours. It was dark blue with a small patch of black on it's withers. A crescent was just barley visible from where I was floating on thous black patches. The mane and tail of the equine were the strangest part about it. They mimicked the night sky and shifted gently as if blown by a wind only they were in.
The creature had a crone and a to small chestplate yoke that were jet black, each had the crescent adorning them as well. I noted the wings that stood strait up from it's back and the horn that spiraled up from the head. It then shifted uncomfortably as I tried to rain in my laughter. 
“What are you, a Pegacorn?” I giggled out.
In a regal voice, she (by the sound of it or maybe an effeminate male) responded to my question.
“I am Princess Luna, Alicorn ruler of  Epuestria..... What is so funny?”
I had to hold my sides as I fell to my knees, laughter stopping my words before they formed.
“You,” I giggled out, “You can't be the Avatar she spoke of..... You're shorter than her.....”
I fell into more laughter at this, only to hear her start to get angry at me. Now when I get angry, people and things tend to move or get broken. Luna's anger (the real one) could churn the seas and move the mountains. This Luna, though her avatar, was a pushover in the anger department. Her eyes glowed and power crackled around her, but I’ve seen that in two-bit mage lookalikes that have just a little bit of power.
So needles to say, I was not impressed by the little display of power, until it picked me up and dragged me into my memories. Scary things live there, but she took it all in stride. The blood, the guts and the pain. Right up until the moment I was pulled into this world, that made her stop dead in her tracks. All of my pain was drowned out by one fact, my people were free.
“You..... you saved so many.....yet you killed..... more.......”
I got slowly to my feet and stood, facing her.
“I only did what I had to for my people. I did not save them, I gave them the power to save themselves.” I looked at her hard. “As for the death I have caused, that is a part of my life.”
She looked up at me confused.
“I don't know how your world works, but where I come from, war is just a fact of life, as is death.” I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.
“It helps us value life more when death can take us before we blink. Death is part of my everyday life,” I smiled at my sleeping form. “Even now I sit at his doorstep, waiting on him to decide if I live or die.”
I looked at her hard. “Now what do you want and why are you here in my head?”
She looked up at me, eyes confused. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Anger, pain and panic flashed over her face as I looked at her.
“My sister wanted to know what you were, and if you were a threat.”
This brought my smile back.
“Well, you saw what I am through my memories. Am I a threat?”
“No.”
“Just so you know I am a threat, but only if you get in the way of my mission. I don't know what I’m here for, but you will be the first to know when I do.”
She noded and turned to walk away.
“Remember, you are in a new world. You must fallow the law or face the consequences. Please, remember this.” 
With that she vanished from my mind and left me to my thoughts. As the sun began to rise, I could feel my body start to stir. I walked over to my body and looked down at it. I may forget what happened, but I would never forget the warning she gave me. As the rays of light flooded the room I opened my eyes.
The room I was in was plain, white and clean. All but my bed, a certain, the magic box and some chairs filled the room. The soft beep of the box chased off the silence of the room. A harsh chimerical smell filled my nose as I sucked in my first, painful breath of the day. I winced at the pain in my chest as I breathed. My wounds weren't fully healed but I was in the mood for a walk.
As I started to move, I pulled the cords off my chest. I put my feet on the ground and started to rise off the bed. As the cords came off the box started to make more noise and then I heard shouting from outside the room I was in. As I stood, someone came running into my room.
A pony came running in, she was white with a light pink mane and tail. Her mane was pulled up into a bun under her hat. She had a red cross with hearts around it on her flank. Her hat held the same mark and she looked concerned. I started toured the window when I felt her hoof tap my shoulder. 
“You shouldn't be up, you need more rest,” she said in a soft voice.
“Either let me walk or open the window, I can't stand the smell in here.”
“We can do that, but you need to lay back down.”
I grunted my surrender. I didn't want them to start hating me for reopening my wounds. I turned and sat down on the bed as she trotted over to the window and pulled it open. The fresh air came in on a gentle breeze and killed the smell in the room. I breathed in the sweet air of this world and wondered what life had in store for me.
For now I just needed to heal and eat something.