Speculum Heart walked around Canterlot, smiling broadly, "Another glorious day~..." The young unicorn watched the birds fly above her. She loved nature, more than anything else.
As she sat down, she noticed the royal guards flying down, "Speculum Heart. Our princess would like to see you."
"Which one? Luna's MY princess, not your's." Both guards look agitated, but led her to the castle. When they entered, Speculum bowed.
"Greetings, young Speculum. I have a message from your teacher, Horoscope." Soon, an elderly mare with a solid white mane and dark grey coat approached Speculum. On her flank were the horoscope signs.
"Ah, young Spec. You have a mission to do in a town far away. A place called Ponyville. You must travel immediately!"
"Yes, teacher." Speculum got up and walked off, knowing this would probably lead her to her destiny.
Despite looks, Speculum Heart had no real cutie mark. On her flank was a broken mirror, but it was not official. Speculum was a semi-blank. Semi-blanks were ponies with cutie marks born on them. They only lead to their true destiny, but they are not their real powers. Speculum was special, through. She was the only living one from the ancient race of ponies, but, she enjoys every minute of it.
Speculum walked to her home, sighing as she saw an old rocking chair. She had been raised by her grandma, who died at a young age. Her horn began to glow and some suitcases floated down. She turned outside and walked off, leaving her only home behind for the last time.
Before, leaving, however, she strolled down to the graveyard and walked to a set of graves. All of them shared her last name. The first one was Miroir Heart. Everyone considered her a beauty. She was killed by a pirate after bearing his child. Beside her were Quill Heart and Glass Heart. Quill was her mother, a beloved poet. Glass was her father, a sculptor. Beside Quill stood the grave of Poinsettia Heart, Speculum's grandmother. Poinsettia was Miroir's child and was considered a pirate. Before settling down, she hid treasure in a place called Ponyville. Speculum knew, in the town she was to travel to, had the secret of her great-grandparents.
Speculum walked through town, seeing ponies waving, but ignoring them. Her quest was much more important than seeing everyone. She soon heard several gasps and some ponies ran past her as a small black colt walked past them. He had a small horn and a dark red mane. He looked alone. Speculum looked and took pity on him. She walked over, "Hello?"
The colt stared at her, "Y'ar! Who are thee!?"
"Y'ar?" Speculum lowered her body, "Who are you?"
"Name's Jolly Roger. I'm a pirate!"
Speculum couldn't help but eye him, "Are you sure? You don't seem very pirate like to me."
"I am too a pirate! I am the great-great grandson of Captain Blackhoof." Speculum stared. Blackhoof was the stallion to kill her great-grandmother. She sought revenge against him, but knew she shouldn't hurt such a small colt.
"That's really impressive. I'm Speculum Heart."
"OOH~! I HEARD ABOUT THE HEARTS~! They're supposed to be a bunch of rich ponies who all live in Canterlot! HEY, EVERYPONY, SHE'S A HEART!" Speculum screamed as all ponies gasped and ran to her, trying to shake hooves with her.
"Maybe I should rethink killing the little guy..."
