Author's Note:
STORY IDEA - The premise of the story revolves around the concept where Marco somehow loses his memories about his life as Marco (entirely), and starts a new life under a new name without any recollection about his past (It doesn't matter how he lost his memories. What matters is the fact that he lost his memories. Take note of that.). However, a single event or arrival of a familiar person begins to trigger a series of recollections, unlocking his memories about his past life and send him on adventure to recall his past memories and find who he really was. I'll say no more.
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DETAILED SUMMARY
After the defeat of Toffee and his army one and half years ago, Marcus Hawkeye, adopted brother of Nestor Hawkeye, has been an amnesiac for one and half years. He has no recollection of his past and no matter how hard he tries, he always fails to recall any resemblance of his past life. However in one fateful night he suddenly recalls a memory from his past, which sets a chain of events which leads him on an adventure to hunt down his past. Follow him as he begins to find the pieces of the puzzle together, come in contact with old monster friends, rebel princesses and old enemies alike and discover his connection to the dead war hero Marco Diaz, the Toffee Slayer and the lover of Star Butterfly - the Weeping Diamond of Mewni.
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STAR VS THE FORCES OF EVIL
WHO AM I?
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Stargazing
"Why does the word Star resonate with my tounge?"
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I often struggled a lot with a question that has plaqued me for months on end. Since the day I was 'born' (though 'wake up' would be a better term) unto the day I became an adventurer against the Monster Arm Faction, I always asked the question... Who am I?
The question may seem weird, but it is a question that I often think off for hours on end considering my rather... unique situation. I have no recollection of my past, and my earliest memories point towards the day I was found by a couple of Mewmans and Ponyheads traveling through the area I woke up in. Other than that, I have nothing else to recall. I don't know my old name, my old family, or where I came from. I don't even know how old I am, though my friend, Nestor Hawkeye, told me that I'm around fifteen years old ,based on my appearance, when they found me. I can never be entirely be sure.
This often made me question my existence. I found myself asking What's my old name or Where do I come from or most importantly, Who am I?. My memory could have been just... wiped out like that. I could vaguely recall from a visit from a doctor a few days after I waked up that most amnesiacs should be able to gain some resemblance of their former memories. If that didn't happen, that means that I either purposefully erased my memories because of some traumic event, or someone or something ripped the memories from my mind. Either way, I often found myself questioning my existence and my new life as an amnesiac with no hope of getting back my old memories.
But my new friends convinced me otherwise. They told me to see it in a different angle. They told me that it was a fresh start for me. I could build a new life, find new friends, and maybe settle down with that special someone. They were practically the only reason for me to live in the first few months of my new life. Having no choice, I followed their advice - Built a new life, found new friends, and I was still considering finding that special someone to be with for the rest of my life. I had a reason to live, and a new job to support myself with skills I assumed I acquired in my previous life, while I was still not an amnesiac. However, I still struggled with the question...
Who am I?
I truly wanted to know who I was and I truly wanted to pick up the pieces of my old life but no matter how hard I tried, I kept on failing on recalling any memories.
That was the case that went on for one and half years... until one fateful night on a hill by the sea.
What a beautiful night.
The land was covered in darkness, only lit up by the stars in the heavens above. No sign of life could be seen in the dark land, save for the trees and grass gently being swayed by the howling wind. The air was cool and refreshing, and it gave a feeling of euphoria and a sense of peace and serenity within a person. The land was quiet and not a sound could be heard save for the waves gently smashing themselves to the sea. It is a beautiful night.
Two lone figures were walking with their mountain bags strapped on their on a relatively large hill, which gave them a view of the sea and the distant lights of the Butterfly Kingdom. It was perfect for camping, and the two figures were doing exactly that.
One figure wore a brown trench coat with a hoodie, complete with a pair of pants, combat boots and gloves of the same color. His skin was color brown, with a beauty mark right under his brown chocolate eyes. His hair also was colored brown. However, what stood out about this person was his young age. He seemed like he was just sixteen years old and he already had a large scar that stretched from his nose all the way to his forehead. The scar also intersected with his right eye, which was covered in a regular pirate eyepatch to keep people from seeing his blind eye. On his belt was a silver sword engraved with his name Marcus Hawkeye, along with a few daggers and potions.
The other figure was young like him, around twenty four years old. He was rather skinny and seemed weak at first though his real strength lies in his hawk-eye accuracy in archery. He wore a brown jacket with a hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, along with a pair of black pants and combat boots. On his back was his sword and bow, both of which were engraved with his name Nestor Hawkeye.
The two arrived on top of the hill and they felt peace and serenity considering the environmental conditions they were in. They felt the wind howling loudly, only matched by the waves gently crashing onto the beach below.
"Yep. This place is perfect to set up camp." Nestor said, allowing the wind to cool them. He allowed himself to drop onto the grass of the hill, and his eyes began to observe the heavenly bodies.
"No doubt about it." Marcus said, with his rather young voice. "Better set up camp then."
"How about later, Marcus?" Nestor said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. "How about you lie down and enjoy the sky? We won't be able to see sights like this in a looong time."
"No thanks. I'm going set up our tent and get a fire running." Marcus placed his bag on the ground, and started taking out an packed tent, some matchsticks, and food they hunted in the forest. However, he realized that he was missing something.
"Do we have any wood?"
"I managed to grab a couple of sticks for the fire. Just check my bag." Nestor said, not taking his eyes off from the heavenly bodies.
"Sure."
Marcus then took out several sticks, and ignited it with the matchsticks he had with him. He began to set out to do the nightly routine every time they were out in the wild – set up the tent, get a fire running, and cook the food. It continued like this until Nestor spoke up.
"You know you should stop setting up camp for now. Try to watch the sky. Its beautiful tonight."
"No thanks." Marcus said in a dismissive manner.
"Come on, Marcus. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Try to enjoy yourself for once."
"Eh. Still no thanks."
"Killjoy. Fine." Nestor said while rolling his eyes, still not taking it off from the heavens. "It makes me wonder though…" Marcus raised an eyebrow, and he asked him about it.
"About what?"
"Were you always like this? I mean, right before you lost all of your memories?"
"I told you already, Nestor. All of my memories from the day I was born until I was fifteen just vanished so I really can't answer that question. I don't know anything or anyone from my past. The earliest memory I can recall is the day I woke up in a battlefield with a tattered red hoodie and cape. Which always makes me ask myself-" Nestor cut him off, completing his sentence for him.
"-Who am I?"
"Exactly." Marcus gave a thumb up, then he continued working to get the fire ablaze.
"Well, if you can't find the answer to that question then make a new answer to the question."
"Good advice, but I already did that."
The two stopped talking for a moment, with Nestor still observing the sky and Marcus cooking the meat they gathered in the forest. A few minutes of silence passed, and Marcus spoke up again.
"Dinner is ready. Not much, but it should do." Marcus then began to devour the cooked meat with his bare hands, which was long used to eating food just fresh from the fire. He took a large chunk out in one bite.
"I'll pass, I'm gonna keep stargazing." Nestor then did a dismissive gesture with his hand.
Marcus stopped eating, his ears perking up at the word stargazing.
"What did you say?"
"Stargazing. Why do you ask? Are you deaf?" Nestor said in a mocking manner.
"No no no no no. Its just that… it sounded so familiar."
"Oh. Okay." Nestor shrugged it off, and he continued watching the stars.
Meanwhile, Marcus began to think deeply of the word.
Stargazing… star… gazing... star… gazing... star… gazing...
Star?
"Why does the word Star resonate with my tounge?" Marco muttered to himself quietly.
It felt like had said the word a few thousand times already, and it felt like it was associated with something. He couldn't just put his finger on it.
Then it hit him.
Marcus found himself on a rooftop, wearing a rather strange suit. He sat next to a rather beautiful and gorgeous young teenage girl with blond hair wearing what seemed to be a nightgown. He didn't recognize the girl, but she felt and seemed... familiar.
"Wow, Marco. You really saved my face." The blond girl said with a smile. Despite not knowing this girl, Marcus felt at ease and happy with the girl.
"Yes! Finally!" Marcus then found himself raising his fist in the air in excitement.
Marcus then faced a clipboard, divided into two columns. One column had so many checks, while the other only had a few. He proceeded to add a check to the side with a fewer checks.
"I don't get it." The girl said with confusion."Why is this tally thing is such a big deal to you?"
"Uhm... I don't know. I guess you're this magical princess from another dimension..." Marcus' voice then took a rather sad voice "... I'm just this..."
The girl then understood, and took a pair of glasses from nowhere and wore it.
"Ahem. Star Ph.D. Marco, you are awesome. We don't need to get caught up on who saves who. What matters is that we have each other's back."
"Yeah... but this time!" Marcus then stood up in a victory pose. "I totally saved you!"
Marcus then lost his balance, and nearly fell to his death if he didn't managed to grab the roof tile at the last second. The girl immediately stood up, and stretched her hand to him.
"You're right. His voice was a far cry from his prideful voice a few moments ago. "We shouldn't keep track anymore."
Marcus dropped his dinner onto the grass as his mind began to comprehend what he saw. His mind was running at a hundred gigabytes per second in an attempt to recall what part of his life did the memory that flashed before his eyes came from. However, his mind told him that the memory did not come from the last one and half years of his amnesiac existence.
And if it didn't happen in the last one and half years, then that meant that the memory came right before he became an amnesiac.
As Marcus' eyes continued staring into space and his mind was still comprehending the fact that a memory before his amnesia just flashed before his eyes, he didn't notice Nestor stand and sit next to him. Nestor noticed that Marcus was staring into nothing in particular. His behavior didn't surprise him, since he had these moments where he would just question his entire existence as an amnesiac in the days following his rebirth. He just simply placed his hand on Marcus' shoulder, and started shaking him violently to snap him out of it.
"Marcus Hawkeye!" Nestor screamed.
"Huh?! What!? Huh!?"
"You had that moment again."
"Right right right. Thanks for waking me up then."
"No problem... though your dinner might be one."
"Why?"
Nestor then pointed Marcus to his cooked meat, being eaten by worms and flies. Marcus simply kicked away his dinner.
"Well... I'm going to sleep then." Marcus then stood up, and went to his tent which was right beside Nestor's.
"Suit yourself. I'll eat for a moment, and I'll sleep in a few minutes."
"Right... see you tomorrow then."
"Good night."
Marcus entered his tent and lied on the sleeping bag. His mind was still thinking of the memory that flashed before his eyes. It was no doubt that it came from his past life, since the surroundings and the girl seemed familiar to him. However, he couldn't simply place his finger on it. They seemed familiar, and not familiar at the same time. However, it didn't matter whether they were familiar or not. At least he now had a lead to his past life, but he wasn't sure what to do with it. He could go over the memory again, since it was permanently burned into his memory now that it flashed before his eyes.
It also led him to think if this memory still exists, perhaps there are still other memories locked away in his mind. All he needed is a key to unlock the lock, and his memory would flash before his eyes. It would take time, but the effort to uncover his past will be worth the sacrifice.
An hour passed, and he didn't feel any closer to coming to dreamland so instead of forcing himself to count Mewnian warpigs, he simply left his tent. When he left his tent, the fire he made was now gone with only ashes remaining. He could also hear Nestor snoring lightly in his tent, so he had the night to himself.
He lied down on the grassy hill, his face turned towards the heavens. The stars were brightly shining and they looked... amazing.
Amazing... amazing... amazing...
Amazing...
Then, it hit him.
"I just don't trust Tom. Maybe I should go with you." Marcus' voice was filled with complete distrust against this 'Tom' individual.
"Marco, you weren't invited. Besides, you gotta trust me to do the right thing for my-SEEELLFFFFF!" A bright pink light then burst behind the... magic mirror wall? Marcus didn't know what it was called, but it looked like one of those dimensional mirrors transformed into a private changing area.
"Are you okay?" The complete distrust in his voice earlier was replaced with concern.
"Yeaaahhh, totally, totally, totaaly. I just gotta stop using magic on... on... on... my face."
"All I'm saying is guys like Tom never change." The distrust returned again.
"Well... there's only one way for me to find out." The same blond girl Marcus saw in his previous memory then stepped out, and showed herself. "What do you think?"
Marcus dropped his jaw when she saw the blond girl again. A sleeveless red and pink short gown off the right shoulder with hearts around the skirt, a white bow with a heart in the middle tied around the waist and a heart on the left shoulder, a pink trim on the bottom of the skirt, white gloves, and high heel boots with hearts on the bottoms and sides. And her hair was tied in a big top knot with curls hanging over her ears.
"You look... amazing." That was all Marcus could blurt out.
"Thanks, Marco."
Another memory was now burned into his mind.
He now had two new memories from his past burned into his mind. If this kept up, maybe he could pick the pieces up and start building his past based on his memories. This meant he could finally figure out who he was and find the answer to the question - Who am I?
He smiled, and he continued stargazing. The peace and serenity, the cool air beating against his skin, and the soft grass eventually lured him into a deep sleep and whisked him away into dreamland.
What he didn't notice while he was stargazing, however, was the Blood Moon shining brightly on him and on a certain princess in a distant kingdom far from the hill he stood on.
Author's Note:
Thank you for reading this short introduction to "Who am I". Kindly favorite, follow and review. DO NOT HESITATE TO CRITICIZE THE STORY. I'll need it to be a better writer. I really hope that this concept will catch your eye and will get you addicted to the story.
Trivia - the flashback scenes came from the Blood Moon Ball and Sleep Spells episode.
Farewell.
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