48 Years Ago
1533
Horsolulu.

Apogee wore a frightening expression. It had been 25 years since she found out about her situation. Nopony would remember her. Ever. She trotted through the city of Horsolulu, slipping through the equally despondent crowd of ponies. It has only been 3 years in this leap since the Great War. This island nation suffered more than others, but the locals were hardy folk. It didn't change anything though. What a perfect time and place for Apogee to wallow in her sorrow.

The cobblestone road was uneven, there were still some places were craters hadn't been covered up yet, but Apogee trotted through all the same. The once wondrous buildings that exuded culture, were but just shells of their former selves. Apogee turned left into an alleyway. She ambled along with no destination in mind.

She passed war veterans of all creatures. A griffon with a torn wing was playing dice with a small stallion who was missing an eye. Enemies but only five years ago, but here, on the streets of a broken nation, everyone were bound together by circumstance. Apogee ignored them.

Her eyes were cast downward, only glimpsing upwards if only for the briefest moments before returning to the simple monotony of uneven cobblestone shapes. She rounded another corner but bumped into something. She looked up and saw a confused stallion. She frowned, quickly apologized, and attempted to bypass him.

"Hold on a minute, miss." He stuck out a surprisingly large wing, blocking her path. "I've never seen you before. Where are you from?"

Apogee at least had enough comprehension to be panicked and in her floundering, told the honest truth. "I'm from Flankyll."

"...you're joking." The stallion blinked. During that pause, Apogee took the moment to take a look him over. He was well built, sturdy for a pegasus. What caught her attention however was the decorated Equestrian army vest he wore. He also had the rank of General. "Keep your secrets then, miss 7,000 year old mare. Just don't cause any trouble for the gentry, you hear!?"

Apogee just grumbled and flicked a hoof distractedly. He stepped to the side and she slipped past, but before she could make it any further than four steps, he called out again.

"Do...do you have a place to stay?"

Apogee froze. She rotated on the frogs of her hooves and stared directly into his eyes. "Are you suggesting you're willing to take me, an unknown mare who just lied to your face, into your house?"

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He blinked, closed his mouth, blinked again. "Mmyeah, no, that's a pretty good argument. Then again, the fact that you're making that argument in the first place must mean you're a good pony! Heh. Although, to be fair, any ne'er do well who supposedly wants to dastardly deeds, would not lie about being from a lost civilization."

Apogee paused. They were good reasonings. Too good. She didn't like it. She squinted her eyes and glared at the stallion. "What do you want from me?"

"Well...I like to think I'm a good pony and you look like somepony who needs some help."

"Right." Apogee scoffed and a scowl situated her features. "Once again, you pick me, an unknown mare, out of say, the remaining 50,000 creatures on this island who could use the exact same help you're offering. I'm not falling for it, General. Go 'help' somepony else." She moved to trot away but he spoke again, louder this time. She gritted her teeth and faced him again.

"You're right. You're absolutely right." The stallion chuckled self-consciously. "You asked what I want from you? I want to talk. I've never met anycreature, much less a pony in a harmony-forsaken island nation, who knows about the Flankyllians. So, there, that's my ulterior motive. I want to walk about history."

His honesty stunned her. It was almost refreshing. The simple mindedness and pureness that he genuinely is expressing was like cold water to wash away the sleep from her eyes. Apogee found herself grinning. It wasn't a healthy grin, but it certainly was a far cry from what it was earlier.

"Sure, mister General. Invite me into your home."

"Really!? Great!" He jumped in place and a smile so blindingly, Apogee almost turned away to complete the joke. She then scowled at her own stupid thought. "Follow me. Ah man, this is going to be awesome."

She smirked a little. A thousand bits this stallion didn't know what a 'man' was, but she followed him nonetheless. A friendly roof over her head would be a nice change of pace. Turned out it wasn't all that far, however, it was in a shell of a house. All four walls were more or less still intact, the roof however was caved in. There were no windows either. Inside was surprisingly quaint, a metallic sheet that looked like it came from a plane wing, was wedged in the walls that formed a makeshift roof. The holes were covered by a white tarp that created an almost cozy feel.

To compliment the homebuilt aesthetic, the interior decor was of similar scrappiness. There was a curtain hung up as if acting like a wall, on one side there was a makeshift bed with bundles of blankets and pillows. The other side acted like a living room, as there was a stack of books underneath a wooden plank, a hammock, and an intact cupboard that probably held other miscellaneous items. On said cupboard, there was a framed photograph of four grinning stallions.

The stallion must've seen her gaze as he wistfully commented. "My brother in arms. Cadets right out of pilot school, assigned to Horsolulu a couple years back." He chuckled, but there was no humor. "I flew a fighter jet, Colander here was my gunner. Micro Brew was my wingstallion and his gunner Stereo. It wasn't pretty, I could tell you that."

Apogee stood there, unsure on what to do. She hesitantly stuck out a foreleg and before she could think about it, she started patting him. "I uhh...I've seen war. I've been in war, too... I mean, we all probably have." She sucked a breath in, suddenly feeling very self conscious. "I never really had anyone during wartime, but uhh...I had a friend once, before I mean. She...I lost her. It might be something like that?" Apogee winced. "Sorry, I'm not really good at this."

"Heh. Nopony really is." The stallion pulled a wing by her side and hugged her. "It's alright. I would say I've made peace with it, but that would be the biggest lie I would've ever told. My name's 'Oumuamua, by the way. It means 'first distant messenger' in Horsolulan."

"You're Horsolulan? Never would have guessed it." Apogee gestured to his build. Bulky pegasi were more commonly found in northern regions.

"Funny thing that, I'm not." He chuckled and swung his right foreleg distractedly. "My mom was really interested in Horsolulan culture and my dad didn't really care enough to argue otherwise, so, 'Oumuamua became my name. Ironic seeing that I ended up here. Most creatures can't pronounce my name though, call me Ouma."

"General Ouma." Apogee found herself smiling a little. "It's got a ring to it."

"I thought so." He grinned wide and his eyes sparkled. "May I ask for your name then?"

"Apogee."

"Ah yes, the furthest distance away when in orbit." Ouma bowed graciously. "Your parents must have been quite the scholars."

Apogee's ears wilted a little at that. "I...never really knew them."

"...I'm sorry, I uhhh...that was insensitive. Are you hungry? It seems like dinner time. I make a mean bean stew. Please stay, I wouldn't want our friendship to be broken just because of what I said." His anxious face contrasted so differently from what he was like before, Apogee couldn't help herself but laugh. In the process, her soul just felt that little bit lighter.

A night became a week, a week became a month, and before she knew it, eleven months had passed and Apogee was with foal. After the first week without a single spasm, Apogee was cautiously hopeful. Was it truly like those fairy tales? Will true love break the curse? When the first month passed without any problems, she truly believed her jumps were over. Ouma said in those days her smile was as radiant as Celestia's sun.

It was around the fourth month that it became obvious she was with foal. Ouma was elated and wanted to show her off. Apogee was skeptical but was in a good mood. In those four months, Apogee started developing good relations with their neighbors and the shopkeepers. They were excited, but the overall mood wasn't all that exciting, after all, it just meant another mouth to feed in those trying times.

Halfway through month eleven, her water broke. It was the most excruciating agony Apogee had ever felt. She was hysterical, and it took Ouma and their neighbors to hold her down while the wet nurse did her job. After an hour or so, her son was born into this world. She smiled wearily and gave him his name, Perigee.

47 Years Ago
1519
Mexicolt City

Legends say it was a stormy night. Many claim to have heard it. The sound of a wailing heartbroken mare. So haunting, it even woke the dead.

Legends say the wailing lasted for an entire week, in that time, six foals went missing, never to be found ever again.

Legends say the river Rio originated from her never ending tears. That the waters are cursed and became an icon for heartbreak and infidelity.

Legends named her La Llorona. The Weeping Mare.

If you listen hard enough, no matter where you are, you might just hear the wails of a heartbroken mother, crying out for her one and only child.

Present Day
1559
Northern HinterLands

Perigee stood atop a cliff. The day was beautiful, the sun's rays blanketing the valley with a luminescent glow. He ruffled his feathers a little with a smile. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.

He had heard from a local Yak village that there was a mysterious drawing in these caves, one that had stumped archaeologists for years. He turned back, impatience clearly evident on his young features. "C'mon dad! We're almost there!"

"Ay, son. Give your old stallion a break." Ouma huffed as he stiffly flapped his wings over to where his son stood. The past 20 years or so had not been kind, but he still wore a bright expression. "Ever since I popped that joint, my right wing hasn't been feeling all that great."

"I told you to check it out, but noooo, you just had to be stubborn about it." Perigee huffed. "It's your own fault, now come on." He launched himself off the cliff and with measured beats, he slowly drifted down before coming to a stop near the bottom.

He ignored his dad for the moment and shuffled his way up the rocky slope. It didn't take as long as he thought it would, as a cave entrance was barely hidden by the crags. He brought out a lantern with his right wing and pointed ahead. A heavy thump and then a curse announced the arrival of a certain stallion.

"I think I found the cave."

"Great." Ouma wheezed out. "You...you go on ahead. I'll wait here."

Perigee shrugged and trotted forward. The light illuminated the cave walls and soon enough he spotted what he was looking for. His mother's cutie mark. A skewed orbit around planet Equus, and Luna's moon at the end of the orbit. He smiled tearfully and marked it down in his notebook. Right underneath the entry about a mark in the Castle of the Two Sisters. His journal contained hundreds of such marks and their locations. Each one, meticulously documented.

Hundreds of marks, messages across forever.

Author's Note

And the story comes to a close. Another experimental story, just like the one before. Tell me your thoughts, I really want to know.
Besides that, I hoped you enjoyed!