Before I begin documenting my journey, I should probably tell you a little about myself. Albeit this may be a little dull, but it is only for the reader's sake since my tale wouldn't make much sense otherwise.

I assume that most ponies reading this are familiar with the college. Yes, I know it carries some stereotypes and I'd be lying if I said they were all untrue, but I'm not the kind of mage you'd typically think of when you think about Winterhoof mages.

Restoration magic is a rare commodity even by college standards. It just so happens that I was the only pony interested in it when I enrolled there and needless to say, I got some pretty strange looks when I showed up. I couldn't really blame them. I was walking through the halls like a total dork with books spilling out of my saddlebag and me tripping over nearly every step. I'm surprised they didn't kick me out because they thought I had some sort of mental illness. What most ponies were staring at, though, was my cutie mark.

It's nothing special, really. It's just a restoration rune on my flank. Even though the only other pony I knew that had one similar to mine was my mother, it didn't make me feel all that special. A bunch of bandages, a medical bag, a syringe... Anything would've been better than a plain old restoration rune. Though, it does have a nice silver hue that I've always liked. If it were plain yellow, it'd be the worst.

Around the college, restoration magic wasn't really taken seriously, and I'm afraid to say that it still isn't today even after everything I've done. So, as you probably guessed, I was picked on a lot. I did have one teacher that helped teach me about it, but his knowledge of restoration was pretty limited and he mysteriously disappeared after he and some of his colleagues went on some excavation. Once he was gone, I was pretty much on my own. No mentors, no teachers. Most of my days were just spent going back and forth from studying for hours in the Arcanaeum and venturing around town to find little critters to test my spells on.

And before you get any ideas... No, I did not do any cruel experiments to them. That's the illusion class's job.

Even though I was picked on so much, I was always the first one they'd run to if one of the destruction magic classes went haywire. Now that I think about it, I actually had more practice healing destruction magic mishaps in the college than on the animals I mentioned earlier! Though after all was said and done, they'd still treat me like it was my first day in the college. I learned not to take any of it to heart mainly because I believed they really were thankful to have me there even though they never said it in words.

I suppose I got carried away. Thinking about those memories truly is blissful. Gods, I wish it would've just stayed that way forever...

Oh, I nearly forgot to introduce myself! I'm Moonflake. Now you know another reason why I was laughed at in the college for so long. When they stated calling me "loon fake" it began to get to me, but I have a feeling the archmage made them stop using that word in fear that it may have caused me to run away.

You wouldn't think that somepony with a restoration cutie mark would be named Moonflake, would you? If I were in your position, I'd think it fairly odd as well. I figured I'd get a name like my mom, Starmend. From what I can remember about the stories she used to tell me, when I was born, it was a beautiful cool spring night with a bright full moon. Mom had to have me outside since she was in the middle of traveling to Whinnyrun. I didn't really believe her when she told me, but Mom said that a few minutes after I was born, there was a single snowflake that seemed to fall down from the moon and land right on my forehead even though it hadn't snowed in months.

She told me it must have been a blessing from the divines, but I can't think why'd they want to gift me with anything since I was never really a religious pony to begin with. I mean sure, I've said a few prayers to the Fluttershy shrine in Winterhoof when I got stressed with my studies, but I never worshiped or did any ceremonies or anything. Anyways, that's what I got my name from.

Now that you know a little about me, hopefully you'll be as surprised as I was to learn that somepony wanted me dead.

This is what happened...

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