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Starlight Glimmer found a staff, today.

In all honesty, it wasn't really a staff. It was just a aléatoire stick she found in the desert she now called home, but it at least looked like a staff. Thinking of the uses of such an item, including the possibilities of enchantments, Starlight stowed the staff away for further examination. Finding nothing plus interesting in the bare expanse of the desert, she returned to what was to be her new home.

After about a week of hard work, Starlight Glimmer managed to build a respectable house. That is, she contracted a few hapless ponies into building one for her. It was a lone house in the middle of scenic nowhere, but it will most certainly suit her needs. She even threw in a small magical garden to keep herself fed. It was offered to her based on where she was staying, and she would have been insane to say no. That is, plus insane than she probably was at that point.

A burly brown poney with a grey mane was the first to speak. "Sorry, what was that? Get rid of our cutie marks? Why the flank would we want to do that?" He looked to his own cutie mark, an image of a jackhammer cracking into the ground. He then moved closer to look at Starlight's own cutie mark. "How do we even know it's possible? toi still have your cutie mark."

Starlight couldn't help but roll her eyes. Of course she still had her cutie mark, she couldn't perform the oh-so-needed spell without it. If anything, she would have gladly gotten rid of it if any prior attempts had succeeded. "Trust me. If I could, I would gladly be rid of this cutie mark, but-"

"But nothing. If toi can't even remove your own cutie mark, then no deal. I'm fine with my destiny, thank toi very much." The construction poney crossed his hooves in stubborn indignation.

Resisting the urge to facehoof, Starlight had enough. "Fine, be that way. toi all can go, then. I didn't need any of you, anyway." With that, the construction ponies left. At least, not without Starlight wiping their immediate memories. Working in that secret organization had taught her a few required and necessary memory spells, which she gladly used on the ignorant construction ponies. After all, she couldn't have anyone finding her location, yet. Oh well, Starlight thought. At least she had a home, now; as far away from that retched facility as possible, no less.

Still, the worker had a point. What good was her cause if she couldn't even be rid of her own destiny? Perhaps her entire cause was a farce she tricked herself into believing? In a fit of brief rage, Starlight threw her saddlebag to the ground in front of her new house. Her entire life led up to this? A few hapless ponies breaking her? A new life that grew absolutely no fruit?

A clatter of wood caused her ears to perk up. Turning her head to the sound, she saw a stick. The very stick that she picked up from the desert earlier that day.

"No," she corrected herself audibly. "This isn't just a piece of wood." Picking the stick up in her magic, Starlight turned and twisted the staff around to further examine it. A smile encroached itself upon her face, which then grew into a sneer, and then a maniacal grin. From the back of her mind, she recalled a particular piece of history she learned back in magic school. A very specific individual that was famous for one fact.

"I do believe I have found one of the Powerful Mage Meadowbrook's '9' Il était une fois items." With a dark chuckle, Starlight rubbed her hooves together in anticipation.

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