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[ANON IN EQUESTRIA] Luna's Anonymous

By Nebulus
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-04-30 18:21:38
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  1. Originally uploaded to Pastebin: January 14th, 2014
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  4. Update 30/04/2021 -- After a bit of thought, as well as seeing how other writers are doing things these days, I've decided that separate pastes for chapters is superfluous. All parts of the story have now been consolidated into a single paste.
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  6. Note: There are pieces of music at the end of each part. These are in no way relevant to the story, nor is the reader expected to listen to them as they read. I included them simply because they were Luna-inspired tracks I enjoyed listening to around the time I was writing the story (and still do to this day; they're lovely pieces of music).
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  9. Part 1
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  12. >14th January.
  13. >Greetings, fair diary.
  14. >My name is Princess Luna - Nightwarden and co-ruler of Equestria. You are to be used as a log for my thoughts and feelings should I ever feel the need to read them back to myself.
  15. >Farewell.
  16. > -Princess Luna.
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  20. >18th January.
  21. >Greetings once again, diary.
  22. >Celestia has encouraged me to continue making notes after I told her that I had started a log. It was she that suggested I do so to start with. I did not understand why I should do such a thing in the first place, but she said that it is "nice to keep track of one's thoughts". I also told her that it had been 4 days since I had last updated you. She seemed upset at that.
  23. >Nevertheless, here I am once more. As I sit here by candlelight I am unsure of what to write amongst your pages. Should I merely write how I feel?
  24. >Content.
  25. >I feel content.
  26. >Life is going well. My schedules are met. My appetite filled and my subjects loyal. What more could I ask for?
  27. >I am beginning to doubt that this was such a good idea. Should my enemies get hold of this diary, they might use it to undermine me.
  28. >My mind is set. This shall be the last entry I make to you. It was a noble endeavour, but not one I shall continue.
  29. >Farewell, diary.
  30. > -Princess Luna.
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  34. >19th January.
  35. >Greetings, diary.
  36. >Much to my embarrassment, I return. Celestia was irritated by how swiftly I surrendered my efforts to submit my feelings to your pages. She then reminded me that Equestria has had no political or national enemies for over 765 years. The last conflict in recorded history transpired over the rights to paint a dwelling a certain colour. 98 ponies gave their lives so that the colour red was victorious. A fascinating, if not futile squabble.
  37. >Once more I am confronted with the issue on what to write. Looking at the above passage, it seems that I can write a great deal about the day's events.
  38. >I will have more than enough time to tell you, since I never needed to sleep as much as my sister.
  39. >Weariness plagues me not.
  40. >Today I ate an assortment of fruits, I ran 100 laps around the castle, flew a total of 10 miles, and lifted half the garrison with my magic.
  41. >I feel that proper exercise is all I can do to manage my time and keep in perfect form.
  42. >A princess must always be ready for conflict, no matter how long peace time may be lasting.
  43. >I suspect the griffins will mobilise in the coming months. I gave the griffin ambassador a stern look today, and I fear it may topple the house of cards that is our relations with the Empire.
  44. >Celestia shall be informed tomorrow of my concerns.
  45. >For now, I shall return to my exercises for the upcoming war.
  46. >Farewell, diary.
  47. > -Princess Luna.
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  51. >20th January.
  52. >Greetings, diary.
  53. >Celestia openly mocked my concerns regarding the coming bloodshed, and told me that relations with the griffins are "better than ever". She then invited the ambassador to the gardens, and spent the rest of the afternoon talking to him about poetry and eating confectionery.
  54. >I was not amused.
  55. >Sister's diet also troubles me.
  56. >She has been consuming far more sweets than I would deem acceptable, and as a result has gained a shocking amount of weight at her rear end.
  57. >I shall make a note to confront her on that matter as well.
  58. >I must confess, I am starting to enjoy you, diary. It is a tranquil thing to transcribe one's daily activities and concerns. It adds a level of clarity to them that is not gained through merely thinking about them.
  59. >Diary entries shall continue from this point on.
  60. >I shall retire to my bed now and indulge in some rest.
  61. >3 hours should be sufficient.
  62. >Farewell, diary.
  63. > -Princess Luna.
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  67. >21st January.
  68. >Greetings, diary!
  69. >Today was a marvellous day indeed! For the first time since I can remember, Celestia and I frolicked!
  70. >I approached her as I normally would, and in front of the entire court, declared that all the cakes she had consumed were making her fatter.
  71. >How the nobles did snicker!
  72. >Celestia, on the other hoof was not as impressed, and chased me out of the room personally. Thereafter she pursued me throughout the castle, the grounds, and even took flight after me when I jumped off the mountainside.
  73. >Much merriment was had, and Celestia was looking surely out of breath. No doubt because of her diet and exercise plan, which I was shocked to find out didn't exist.
  74. >I shall remember to do this more often. Making Celestia angry is a fitting way to make her lose weight, as well as provide myself with ample entertainment.
  75. >Farewell, diary.
  76. > -Princess Luna.
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  80. >24th January.
  81. >Greetings, diary.
  82. >My sincerest apologies for not writing. It has been 3 days since my last entry, and I have been occupied with events most troubling.
  83. >A disturbance in the city has kept me on my hooves.
  84. >I have received reports of strange activity in the lower levels of Canterlot.
  85. >Upon entering the dreams of my subjects, I have seen blurred images of a frightening creature.
  86. >Whether magical in nature or not, I am unsure. But the populace is becoming anxious. Tales of mischief and even attacks are reaching my ears.
  87. >The public has entrusted me personally to protect them from the creature.
  88. >Not only is this flattering, but it makes me feel rather happy.
  89. >Current mood: Happy.
  90. >Though I must question myself, should it really take the appearance of a potentially dangerous monster to make me happy?
  91. >Perhaps I am merely bored, and require a bit of excitement.
  92. >I admit that I have been itching for another rush since Celestia chased me around the courtyard.
  93. >My next update may be delayed, but I shall write as soon as I am able.
  94. >Farewell, diary.
  95. > -Princess Luna.
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  99. >30th January.
  100. >Greetings, diary.
  101. >The past week has been a maelstrom of activity.
  102. >This creature, whatever it is, has managed to evade both the solar guard and the lunar guard. Celestia and I have urged our ponies to be calm, but it is difficult when it evades our every attempt at capture.
  103. >Celestia patrols the city by day, and I monitor the night. I have had my personal guard donate their services to the nightly searches. I have no need for protection. I am ready for whatever this creature can do.
  104. >I have been watching it through dreams.
  105. >It is always blurred, but it's actions have become somewhat predictable.
  106. >The creature has taken to ransacking scrap-bins behind local restaurants, and flees to unknown locations when seen.
  107. >I have yet to see it's face, but it has a very distinctive form.
  108. >If I may confess, the creature intrigues me.
  109. >It's form reminds me very much of the Diamond Dog, or the Minotaur. It stands on two legs, taller than a Diamond Dog, leaner than a Minotaur, but far more dexterous.
  110. >After perusing the information we have in the archives, I have found no references to such a creature existing.
  111. >As foalish as it may seem, I am quickly coming to the exciting conclusion that this creature might be an extraterrestrial.
  112. >The mere thought of a being not from our world fills me with glee.
  113. >I shall keep you updated when I am able, as always.
  114. >Farewell, diary.
  115. > -Princess Luna.
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  119. >2nd February.
  120.  
  121. >We caught the creature. Will write soon.
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  123. > -Princess Luna.
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  127. >4th February.
  128. >Greetings, diary.
  129. >The streets of Canterlot are quiet once more. The public is soothed at the news of the creature's capture. But jubilance is not in the air.
  130. >It was night when the guard and I finally cornered the creature. We had tracked every location it had used as a hideout and locked it down with a squadron of lunar guard, and thanks to our strategy, the creature eventually made a fatal mistake of returning to one of the locations.
  131. >I am finding it difficult to write about the creature itself because of what it actually is.
  132. >It is clear that it is extraterrestrial in nature. Not a single scholar or professor can claim to have seen anything like it, nor I or my sister.
  133. >It stands taller than I, and on eye-level with Celestia.
  134. >Upright. And proud. Almost defiant of us.
  135. >My previous remarks about it being somewhat predictable will have to be rescinded. One can only learn so much from dreams. Seeing it for myself and watching it's natural movements is something that, much to my chagrin, intimidates me.
  136. >I have battled dragons by myself. It was I that led the charge against the Bastion of the Grey Hound and toppled the growing Diamond Dog superpower.
  137. >I have peered into the darkest hearts of ponies and seen their dreams, and yet nothing is quite as unnerving as this creature.
  138. >Perhaps it is the implication that it brings with it.
  139. >A creature that stands as tall as my sister, is covered in muscle and is dexterous enough to manoeuvre more effectively than a pony.
  140. >It has hands, much like a minotaur, but it's fingers are longer, less bulbous and -far- more able.
  141. >It is capable out outrunning our most seasoned soldiers, and even myself. How it manages such a feat on two legs is astonishing. It is almost as though it was born to run.
  142. >Perhaps most troubling is it's diet. Having seen it root through bins in the dreams of ponies, I was expecting a herbivore, much like a pony.
  143. >The truth is much more chilling. It appears to be able to eat anything put before it.
  144. >What worries me most is the idea that there are more of them. Should an army of these creatures take up arms against Equestria, there is not much we could do to stop them on the open battlefield.
  145. >The silver lining of this daunting situation is that it appears to be unable to use magic.
  146. >I pray that it is the only one of it's kind.
  147. >Tomorrow I will begin a series of interrogations in order to find out more about it.
  148. >Current mood: Worried.
  149. >Farewell, diary.
  150. > -Princess Luna.
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  154. >6th February.
  155. >Greetings, diary.
  156. >Anonymous.
  157. >That is the name he has given himself. As I sat across the interrogation table from him, I will admit that for the first time since the night of my banishment, I felt dread.
  158. >How he sneers at me.
  159. >His eyes watch my every move like a predator, I can almost hear his mind working against me.
  160. >I shall not yield, however. Nervous behaviour is unbecoming from a princess, and I feel that I got that across to him.
  161. >But he seemed to care little for my title.
  162. >It was a surreal experience. Having lived with my title for so long, it was odd to find a creature in the land that did not respect me.
  163. >Since Equestria's crusade and victory against any and all threats, respect is something that I had come to take for granted from all the races in the land.
  164. >I am dwelling on this too much.
  165. >He has compromised my thoughts. Perhaps this was his plan? To 'scare' me?
  166. >I shall not stand for this nonsense.
  167. >He shall learn to fear -me-.
  168. >Farewell, diary.
  169. > -Princess Luna.
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  173. >7th February.
  174. >Greetings, diary.
  175. >Progress with Anonymous was slow. But I learnt one key factor that put my mind at ease.
  176. >He is the only one of his kind here.
  177. >To sully this positive point, I also learned that he has a slight resistance to magic.
  178. >Not much, barely even noticeable to an alicorn such as myself, but I needed to exert more magic than I was used to in order to affect him when he tried to launch himself across the table and attack me.
  179. >I do not understand what I did wrong.
  180. >Since his capture, our top zoologists and other animal experts have been working around the clock to find similarities between him with our own terrestrial fauna.
  181. >We decided that he was most similar to an ape. A primitive hair covered creature with hands. Far smaller than Anonymous, but similar all the same.
  182. >So I called him an ape.
  183. >He wasn't pleased about it.
  184. >Still, "terrestrial". It is a funny thought, to say the least.
  185. >Barely two weeks ago I was talking about Celestia and her weight, now I am dealing with otherworldly creatures.
  186. >The change of pace is exactly what I needed to keep me occupied, so I am pouring all my time into this new development whilst Celestia takes charge of royal duties and addressing the population.
  187. >I know for a fact that Anonymous is from another world. He told me himself.
  188. >He says that it's a lot like this one, but more technologically advanced.
  189. >I shudder to imagine how much so.
  190. >Tomorrow I shall attempt to gather as much information about his world as I can from him.
  191. >If they are a hostile species, and are capable of landing their ground troops inside the walls of our cities under our very noses, we do not stand a chance.
  192. >In light of this thought, I am increasing the amount of exercise I am doing.
  193. >150 laps around the castle should do it.
  194. >Farewell, diary.
  195. > -Princess Luna.
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  199. >8th February.
  200. >Greetings, diary.
  201. >I had to suppress a smile when Anonymous told me that he has no idea how he arrived at our world.
  202. >Whether he is lying or not, I'm not sure. And I had to remind myself to exercise caution around the subject.
  203. >It could be a ploy to lull me into a false sense of security.
  204. >(Mental note: 200 laps.)
  205. >I find myself constantly wondering what he is thinking.
  206. >Much to our shock, our most prominent unicorns found that he is immune to mind-reading spells and charms.
  207. >Concerned by this, I hit him with a kinetic spell.
  208. >Thankfully, he was launched from his chair and landed in a heap against the wall.
  209. >At least I can hurt him.
  210. >This also led me to realise that he has a wide and extensive vocabulary for insults regarding myself and my appearance.
  211. >Most of the words I did not understand, but I shall be sure to have our linguists take notes on his unusual manner of speaking.
  212. >Language as a topic is something that makes a constant appearance in our talks.
  213. >We speak the exact same language, save a few words. And it makes me wonder how such a startling coincidence came about in the first place.
  214. >I am thankful that it is the case, however. Trying to learn new languages was never my strongest point, I left that kind of thing to Celestia.
  215. >She is fluent in over 400 languages, my sister.
  216. >I just don't know how she does it.
  217. >Farewell, diary.
  218. > -Princess Luna.
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  222. >9th February.
  223. >Greetings, diary.
  224. >I am pleased to announce that I am completely at ease around our enigmatic captive.
  225. >Despite his alien appearance, meat-eating habits and his tendency to call me a "faggot", I find the creature a breath of fresh air.
  226. >Though I do not think he feels the same way.
  227. >He is wary of me. Not so much that he treats me with any kind of respect, but more that he keeps me at arm's length.
  228. >I think slamming him into a wall with a shockwave might have levelled the playing field somewhat.
  229. >Regardless of his wariness, he is becoming more civil.
  230. >He admitted that his actions were "logical" for a "man" in his position.
  231. >At this word (man), I became curious.
  232. >Reading back through my diary just now, I made a note that I didn't follow through with.
  233. >I did not ask him about his world in greater detail.
  234. >This is of vital importance, and I shall do so tomorrow. Now that he is more open about himself, I feel that I might be able to extract some more information.
  235. >Until then, I must rest.
  236. >I might just be lucky enough to get a 4 hour rest tonight.
  237. >Farewell, diary.
  238. > -Princess Luna.
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  242. >10th February.
  243. >Greetings, diary.
  244. >I have been sitting here for quite some time.
  245. >The day's interview revealed startling information about Anonymous and his people.
  246. >Troubling information.
  247. >While he admits that the technology to traverse worlds does not yet exist, the technology his people does have access to makes our coveted hydro-electric dams look foalish.
  248. >Apparently, humans (that's what his people are called) can fly (through use of advanced machines that can travel faster than sound). And that they can see that which cannot be seen even with a telescope.
  249. >He claims that his people once shattered the very particles we are made of in order to wipe out vast quantities of -themselves-.
  250. >Finally, and by far his most far-fetched claim, was that his people can travel the stars.
  251. >I asked him what he meant, and he simply repeated himself.
  252. >After the interview, I immediately went outside and gazed at my beloved night.
  253. >As I looked at the ocean of black above me, I wondered if it was actually possible.
  254. >Celestia and I both move the sun, moon and stars.
  255. >Is it possible to actually go up there?
  256. >I once tried, many many years ago.
  257. >It was impossible to continue because of how cold it got.
  258. >How can his people possibly reach the stars? Won't they freeze? What is up there?
  259. >These thoughts have been troubling me much more than the legacy of war his people have wrought upon themselves.
  260. >Tonight I shall stargaze, and think on this.
  261. >For as long as I can remember I have moved them. But not once have I been among them.
  262. >I do not count my banishment. I was not conscious during it.
  263. >Farewell, diary.
  264. > -Princess Luna.
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  268. >11th February.
  269. >Greetings, diary.
  270. >"We strap ourselves to a giant tube of metal and explode ourselves into orbit."
  271. >That was his explanation.
  272. >Then he laughed at my puzzlement.
  273. >I was -not- amused.
  274. >He then went into great detail about "rockets" and "Nahsah". I think I understood most of it. But he also told me something else that I am stunned by.
  275. >His people have landed on their moon.
  276. >I immediately called him a liar, an action I instantly regretted.
  277. >He grew angry at this, and started shouting at me. He had to be restrained.
  278. >I doubt he will want to talk to me for a while, so I shall give him the space he desires.
  279. >We have been making good progress so far, and I would not like to spoil it.
  280. >Celestia also tripped over a maid.
  281. >It was most entertaining.
  282. >Farewell, diary.
  283. > -Princess Luna.
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  287. >14th February.
  288. >Greetings, diary.
  289. >It had been 2 days since my last talk with Anonymous, and I felt it was time to resume our conversations.
  290. >He was more than happy to, and even apologised for his outburst.
  291. >The human has certainly taken on a more diplomatic stance since our talks.
  292. >He hardly ever calls me a "faggot" now.
  293. >I dreamt of walking on the moon last night.
  294. >It was only a quick rest, merely 2 or 3 hours. But I dreamt of walking on the moon and smelling the flowers there. They were white, and I think that is why the moon is as pale as it is. That everything there is white.
  295. >Or maybe it is always winter on the moon.
  296. >I should pack a scarf should I ever choose to visit someday.
  297. >Anonymous told me more about his people's history. I was not surprised. More warfare. More violence. More bloodshed.
  298. >I wasn't -surprised- per se, but I was most interested. I asked him for every detail.
  299. >Never let it be said that I don't enjoy a good battle. And the human race has had many a battle.
  300. >They also believe in deities. I scoffed at the notion.
  301. >I was expecting him to become hostile again, but instead he grinned and said "You wouldn't last 10 seconds in Alabama."
  302. >I did not know what he meant, so I took it as a compliment and thanked him.
  303. >He laughed.
  304. >Farewell, diary.
  305. > -Princess Luna.
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  309. >15th February.
  310. >Greetings, diary.
  311. >More talking. The routine has become just that. Anonymous has begun inquiring about being let back outside.
  312. >I quickly reminded him that the local population saw him as a monster.
  313. >He pondered for a second, then asked again with a much larger smile.
  314. >His sense of humour and seemingly reckless disregard for his own safety baffles me.
  315. >But I organised a walk around the gardens.
  316. >Under heavy supervision, of course.
  317. >I shall be personally escorting him.
  318. >He seemed happy enough with that answer.
  319. >I shared with him my thoughts of the moon, and what I think it is like there.
  320. >He was quick to tell me that there are no flowers on the moon.
  321. >A pity. I would have liked a vase of moon-flowers by my bed.
  322. >He was much more gentle when talking about it though.
  323. >I have noticed that his voice has a rather nice ring to it.
  324. >Perhaps it is because he is exotic, and new.
  325. >Farewell, diary.
  326. > -Princess Luna.
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  330. >16th February.
  331. >Greetings, dairy!
  332. >The walk was a monumental success.
  333. >Anonymous was civil, and he even walked on the stone path so as to avoid trampling the flowers.
  334. >Impressed by his behaviour, I plucked him a rose and offered it as a gesture of friendship.
  335. >He said "dinner and a movie first."
  336. >I did not understand. Why would he turn down free food offered to him?
  337. >(The rose was delicious, in case you were wondering.)
  338. >The guards were extremely wary, and a gardener who was not told of the day's events stumbled into Anonymous.
  339. >He offered his hand, and she screamed, followed by passing out.
  340. >I was surprised to see Anonymous show concern.
  341. >Whether it was a act is unclear, but the sentiment was nice to see.
  342. >The garden seemed to calm him down somewhat, until he decided to run.
  343. >I was annoyed because I thought he would accept his captivity and try to remain civil, but before I used my magic to restrain him, I noticed his behaviour.
  344. >He was laughing. Running about and bounding around the many attempts of the guards to recapture him.
  345. >It took me a moment to realise that he was -playing-.
  346. >I did not think him capable of it.
  347. >But the human flowed like water around the stumbling guards in an almost dance-like display.
  348. >Despite the chortling, and the various shouts of the guards, I found the whole thing rather beautiful.
  349. >Can play be described as beautiful?
  350. >His smile was infectious, and despite my best efforts, I found myself enjoying the scene.
  351. >It reminded me of when Celestia chased me.
  352. >That was a good day indeed.
  353. >Farewell, diary.
  354. > -Princess Luna.
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  358. >17th February.
  359. >Greetings, diary.
  360. >I find myself looking more and more forwards to the daily interviews.
  361. >Anonymous is far more interesting than any of the nobles or guards my sister and I surround ourselves with. He is witty, is not afraid to offend, and is exotic.
  362. >Can exotic be used as a word to describe something positively?
  363. >I was never any good at describing things I enjoyed.
  364. >Celestia blames my years of seclusion.
  365. >Speaking of her, she was overjoyed to hear that progress was going so well, and was even more delighted to know that I had a good romp around the gardens with Anonymous.
  366. >She then gave me a hug.
  367. >Celestia rarely hugs me.
  368. >I must have done something very right to warrant such an action.
  369. >I may be a few thousand years old, but I do enjoy a good cuddle.
  370. >Things are most certainly looking up.
  371. >I look forward to what tomorrow might bring.
  372. >Farewell, diary.
  373. > -Princess Luna.
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  377. >18th February.
  378. >Greetings, diary.
  379. >Today, I finally decided on whether or not Anonymous should be let out permanently.
  380. >Given his behaviour, and his drastic shift from offensive monster to civilised human, I see no reason why he should not be let free.
  381. >Celestia shares my thoughts, and thinks that as long as I trust him, then she does as well.
  382. >He has yet to meet Celestia properly.
  383. >Introducing the two shall be the first thing I do tomorrow.
  384. >When I let him free.
  385. >I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight.
  386. >I feel more like a foal and not a princess.
  387. >How unbecoming of me.
  388. >Farewell, diary.
  389. > -Princess Luna.
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  393. >19th February.
  394. >Greetings, diary.
  395. >The day has blurred by so fast that I am thankful I have you here to help me keep track of everything.
  396. >Where to begin.
  397. >Anonymous was let out, and was very thankful that his chains were finally off.
  398. >His clothes were dirty, and we offered to wash them for him, and he accepted the offer, but asked for a towel in return.
  399. >I was pleased that I remembered this part of our talks.
  400. >Humans do not enjoy being naked.
  401. >A most peculiar trait, but a conduct that he religiously follows.
  402. >He was given one of my towels. I am not sure how it found it's way to him.
  403. >But he looked quite fetching in dark blue.
  404. >As I mentioned before, I was quick to take him straight to Celestia.
  405. >She was in the middle of drinking some tea when I entered her chambers, and she was surprised to see Anonymous out so soon.
  406. >Nevertheless, the pair of them spoke at length with each other.
  407. >Sister was as gracious as always, and I could tell she liked him.
  408. >He even poured her some more tea as a gesture.
  409. >This only made her happier.
  410. >She pulled me aside afterwards and told me that she has the perfect place in mind for him.
  411. >Because of the fiasco he caused when he first arrived, the citizens of Canterlot will most surely reject him.
  412. >The plan is to send him to a place where Celestia can guarantee his safety, while being a place that is somewhat more accepting of newcomers.
  413. >I knew which place before it even left her lips.
  414. >Ponyville.
  415. >Anonymous is to be sent off to live there in his own house, where my sister's close friend Twilight Sparkle will look after him.
  416. >I hope she takes care of him.
  417. >I would hate for my Anonymous to get hurt.
  418. >Footnote: I didn't mean to write "my". Not sure how that slipped in there.
  419. >Farewell, diary.
  420. > -Princess Luna.
  421.  
  422.  
  423.  
  424. >20th February.
  425. >Greetings, diary.
  426. >Current mood: Miserable.
  427. >Anonymous is now gone.
  428. >I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss him a great deal.
  429. >He was certainly one of the more exciting beings I kept in my company, and I shall miss our interviews.
  430. >It is hard to grasp how fast the time has gone by. It has only been a month since he arrived.
  431. >So I sit here, alone in my room, thinking about him.
  432. >How could I not? He is the most interesting thing to happen to Equestria in a thousand years, perhaps even ever.
  433. >But as I think more on the subject, I begin to question myself.
  434. >Is he the most interesting thing to happen to Equestria?
  435. >Or me?
  436. >Farewell, diary.
  437. > -Luna.
  438.  
  439. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3yPIGUCViM
  440.  
  441. ---
  442. Part 2
  443. ---
  444.  
  445. >27th February.
  446. >Greetings, diary.
  447. >It has been a week since I last updated you, and a week since Anonymous left for Ponyville.
  448. >As much as I enjoy filling your cherished pages with my most secret thoughts, I could not muster the motivation to do so of late.
  449. >There are some thoughts that are too precious, even for a diary.
  450. >It is currently night, and the castle is quiet.
  451. >I can hear the guard outside my chambers clearing his throat occasionally.
  452. >It is a reminder that I am never truly alone.
  453. >The guards are excellent soldiers, and I trust them with my life.
  454. >However, there are times when I grow weary of their presence.
  455. >As I read back what I just wrote to myself, I am struggling to tackle such thoughts.
  456. >I mean no ill will towards my loyalists, I am most grateful for their services.
  457. >But I cannot really describe how I feel at the moment.
  458. >Discontent with solitude?
  459. >It is irritating to say the least.
  460. >My mind wanders back to Anonymous.
  461. >I have not received any letters from him.
  462. >I thought I might, but then I remembered that he must still be settling in, and most likely does not have time to compose a letter.
  463. >My own writings have reignited my passion for reading, much to my glee.
  464. >Books litter my bed, and even now next to this very diary there lies an old tome detailing the night of my banishment.
  465. >It is woefully inaccurate.
  466. >Though I confess that it feels good to share my inner monologues with you once more, diary. I shall try to move past this silly mindset and continue my duties unhindered.
  467. >Farewell, diary.
  468. > -Luna.
  469.  
  470.  
  471.  
  472. >28th Feburary.
  473. >Greetings, diary!
  474. >What a joyous day that luck should grace my life once more!
  475. >Whilst I was completing my 143rd lap of the castle, a scroll appeared before my very eyes!
  476. >It bore my own royal seal, making it the first letter I had received in over 9 months!
  477. >Not to be distracted, I snatched it up and completed my morning exercises in record time, then retired to my quarters.
  478. >And to my excitement I found that it was from Anonymous!
  479. >I must have reread the letter at least 10 times, perhaps more.
  480. >But to hear from him is a spectacular thing. Why, even now I cannot stop smiling.
  481. >The letter goes as follows (I shall duplicate it here in case I misplace the scroll):
  482. >"Heya Luna. What's up?"
  483. >Such a casual way to address me, just as he used to!
  484. >Though when he asked what was up I admit that I searched the ceiling for a while, confused by his request. I shall make certain to press him for an explanation when I write back.
  485. >"How are things back at the castle? I hope you're not too bored without me there."
  486. >That was no doubt another one of his amusing jokes.
  487. >Though those words did carry a semblance of truth behind them.
  488. >"Ponyville is great, Twilight has helped me to settle in and I even had a party thrown for me on the first day. I can finally say I like you ponies."
  489. >Another joke, of course. He already liked me.
  490. >At least, I am sure he did.
  491. >I shall ask him when I write to him, just to make sure.
  492. >"There's a thing about to happen in Ponyville, some kind of celebration. Seems I arrived just as it was being set up."
  493. >He is of course referring to the yearly Winter Wrap Up, which I hear is quite the occasion in rural towns such as Ponyville. I hope he isn't too cold.
  494. >"After the thing, there's another thing. A party of sorts to top off the celebration. From what I gather from Twilight, it's a feast."
  495. >Will they have meat? He needs meat. I shall make a note to send an urgent message to the mayor to ensure that she supplies meat for his appetite.
  496. >Now we come to my favourite part of the letter, and I reread it repeatedly to ensure I did not misread it.
  497. >"So I was thinking, since it's a feast, maybe you'd like to come down and visit? I'd like to see you again, not sure if you'll be busy though. It's happening tomorrow in the evening after everything has been packed up. Don't go being a faggot. - Anonymous."
  498. >He would like to see me again! Me!
  499. >Ever since my banishment I have been sorely lacking companions. Even Twilight Sparkle rarely writes. But I have a friend who wants me to come to a feast!
  500. >Such an event will no doubt be glorious, and after I read the letter I immediately informed the guards that I would be leaving tomorrow.
  501. >I wonder if I should wear a garment? Anonymous might feel more comfortable with me wearing clothes at a formal event.
  502. (Send mayor a note regarding meat.)
  503. >Farewell, diary.
  504. > -Luna
  505.  
  506.  
  507.  
  508. >1st March
  509. >Greetings, diary.
  510. >It is the day of the feast, and I must admit that despite my outward appearance (which remains as expressionless as always in order to inspire the ranks) I am very much excited.
  511. >Celestia seemed to be even more thrilled than I to hear that I was leaving. She wished me luck and sent her regards for Twilight Sparkle and Anonymous.
  512. >I shall surely relay them.
  513. >The carriage is waiting outside, and I decided that I shall go alone, without the guards accompanying me around Ponyville.
  514. >Sister suggested it, since popular consensus is that the sight of my personal guard can inspire anxiety in the populace.
  515. >As well as me not needing protection. I can take care of myself.
  516. >I once fought my way out of a changeling hive.
  517. >The thought of taking you along with me keeps crossing my mind.
  518. >I am unsure. I have no real need to carry a diary around with me, but you might find use should I find myself alone with some time to think.
  519. >Though I sincerely doubt that I will.
  520. >Anonymous and I shall talk until our throats are dry and our tongues weary!
  521. >Just like we used to.
  522. >Farewell, diary. (wish me good luck!)
  523. > -Luna
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  525.  
  526.  
  527. >1st March
  528. >Greeting, diary.
  529. >The date above is not a mistake. This is indeed the first time I have written to you twice in but a single day.
  530. >I am currently sat at a large table in Ponyville, surrounded by laughter and singing.
  531. >The food is highly satisfactory.
  532. >Anonymous and I haven't spoken as much as-//--~~..
  533.  
  534. >My apologies, I was interrupted and left quite a scribble.
  535. >Anonymous is sat a short distance away from me.
  536. >He looks happy.
  537. >Contented.
  538. >He hasn't left Twilight Sparkle's side since the feast began.
  539. >We spoke for an hour at most, he informed me of how much he is enjoying life here, and how much his new friends had supported him.
  540. >In that respect, I am pleased.
  541. >But he won't stop talking to Twilight and other ponies.
  542. >Why isn't he talking to me?
  543.  
  544. >The night is progressing quickly.
  545. >The feast has died down, and ponies are full and boisterous as ever.
  546. >Twilight Sparkle retired for the night, as did most of her friends.
  547. >Anonymous tries to come over frequently, but townsfolk continue to delay him. Pestering him.
  548. >I wish they would stop, but sister warned me not to take umbrage at the actions of our subjects, they are a merry group, and often inconsiderate without knowing.
  549. >Anonymous has not lost his smile since the feast began.
  550. >I have found that when I am not addressing the concerns of the townsfolk (and their problems are legion) my gaze wanders towards him.
  551. >Amongst ponies, he is a giant.
  552. >He casts a shadow over their tiny forms.
  553. >Strides over them as though they are but a fallen log on a forest floor.
  554. >How I wish he would use those legs to traverse the room and take my side.
  555. >When did I get so adept at poetic description?
  556. >Must be all the reading I have been doing of late.
  557. >As well as sister's influence.
  558. >She's written over 19 books on poetry.
  559. >I can't understand how.
  560.  
  561. >Oh, diary.
  562. >What a perfect end to a perfect night!
  563. >Current mood: Delighted.
  564. >The townsfolk retired, and Anonymous was left alone with me.
  565. >We took to a hillside overlooking the town, and led back on the grass.
  566. >How we talked, I can only describe it as magical.
  567. >To hear his voice tell me of his endeavours, his concerns and his hopes.
  568. >It was truly wonderful.
  569. >I am currently back in Canterlot. It is early in the morning, the sun is rising, and my eyelids are starting to betray me.
  570. >The feast might not have gone as planned, but he assured me that he was trying to talk to me the entire time.
  571. >Reading my thoughts above, I cannot believe I was so foolish as to judge him.
  572. >For now, I must rest. I think after that ordeal I have earned a long rest.
  573. >4 hours!
  574. >(He said he liked me!)
  575. >Farewell, diary.
  576. > ~Luna.
  577.  
  578.  
  579.  
  580. >2nd March.
  581. >Greetings, diary.
  582. >The thoughts of last night are still fresh in my mind.
  583. >I have found myself smiling subconsciously all day.
  584. >The guards seem to enjoy it when I smile.
  585. >Perhaps I shall do it more often, to boost morale.
  586. >Sister gave me another hug when she saw me, and told me how proud she is of me.
  587. >As much as I appreciate it, how I wish she would not coddle me so in public.
  588. >I am only a few hundred years younger than she, it does not give her the right to molest me when she wishes. (The hug was nice.)
  589. >For now, I must return to my routine.
  590. >Castle laps, flight and mental exercise are what I must do if I am to keep my form.
  591. >A few scholars have also requested that I assist them in a research project.
  592. >It is good to be asked of.
  593. >Farewell, diary.
  594. > -Luna.
  595.  
  596.  
  597.  
  598. >3rd March.
  599. >Greetings, diary.
  600. >The research project with the scholars went well. They desired my knowledge of ancient ritual-rites for a test.
  601. >If I might admit something, the project is doomed to fail.
  602. >Though I cannot bring myself to crush their optimism.
  603. >They hope to mould pure magical energy into permanent physical matter.
  604. >A feat that is completely unfeasible, unfortunately. It is possible to conjure objects from magical essence, but it must always return to magical essence. All things taken from magic must be given back eventually, and require a constant feed of magic to maintain.
  605. >They wish to create food from it. But magical copies of food would not provide the same nourishment as the real thing. It would surely taste the same, but not be as filling. And ultimately it would fail to sustain the masses.
  606. >Imagine consuming an entire pumpkin then still feeling hungry.
  607. >I would fashion myself a moon-flower if I could.
  608. >I still look at the moon and imagine them.
  609. >Anonymous is most surely wrong.
  610. >Such a thing of beauty cannot possibly be mere rock.
  611. >Farewell, diary.
  612. > -Luna.
  613.  
  614.  
  615.  
  616. >4th March.
  617. >Greetings, diary.
  618. >Celestia approached me with a proposition today.
  619. >She suggested that I act as an ambassador to the griffins on behalf of Equestria.
  620. >When asked why, she replied that I might learn from being around them for a while, since I showed signs of wariness of them previously.
  621. >I suppose it is a sound proposition, but I wouldn't want to miss any letters from Anonymous while I am away.
  622. >Teleportation magic has a limited range, after all.
  623. >Alas, I am not needed for much around the castle.
  624. >The scholars no longer require me, and all I can do is exercise.
  625. >Perhaps I -should- see the world.
  626. >It is only for a month.
  627. >At best I can tangle myself in a merry brawl with a griffin or two.
  628. >They share my love of the occasional bout of violence.
  629. >We have that much in common, at least.
  630. >I set off tomorrow. I shall not be taking you with me, I'm afraid.
  631. >I cannot risk letting you fall into the claws of the griffins, diary. Within these pages is sensitive information regarding Equestria.
  632.  
  633. >Reading my previous notes back to myself, it appears to be mostly concentrated on Anonymous.
  634. >He counts as sensitive information.
  635. >Farewell, diary.
  636. > -Luna.
  637.  
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  648.  
  649.  
  650. >1st April.
  651. >Greetings, diary!
  652. >It has been a long month, but I have at last returned.
  653. >How I missed you.
  654. >You have gathered dust while I have gone.
  655. >A comforting sight. I know that no one has tampered with you whilst I was away. Your location under my bed is a veritable fortress!
  656. >The mission to the griffin kingdom was as I expected.
  657. >I addressed complaints and disputes for land on our borders.
  658. >Got into a large brawl following a drunken evening with the griffin king.
  659. >And had a jolly good time.
  660. >Strangely enough, I was not irked in the slightest by the griffin feasts.
  661. >It is known throughout the lands that griffins require a large amount of meat, since they do not eat much vegetation.
  662. >Yet even while those around me tore apart carcasses and stripped flesh from bone, I flinched not a single time.
  663. >Anonymous' eating habits appear to have desensitised me.
  664. >I thought of him a lot during my visit.
  665. >I would often lie awake in my chambers thinking about the night on the hill.
  666. >The first thing I did when I returned here is reread that very entry.
  667. >I hope he is faring well.
  668. >No letters were waiting for me upon my return, but I know he is probably just busy.
  669. >It is decided, I shall send him my own letter!
  670. >Though it can wait.
  671. >For now I need rest. It is late, and the moon is high in the sky.
  672. >Raising it from the griffin kingdom was an odd moment.
  673. >Farewell, diary.
  674. > -Luna.
  675.  
  676.  
  677. >4th April.
  678. >Greetings, diary.
  679. >I must apologise for the 3 day gap between updates, but I was unexpectedly whisked away by Celestia on a mission regarding Discord.
  680. >He had taken it upon himself to turn a nearby town into an origami replacement.
  681. >I cut myself on a paper pony.
  682. >It was a strange experience. A term that aptly describes most of my encounters with the trickster.
  683. >His reasoning was that if the ponies took up less space and were more fragile, they would be more careful and thus safety would become paramount.
  684. >A solid plan, except for the rainstorm that was scheduled to arrive on the 3rd.
  685. >Discord feigned ignorance, as always, and tried to escape.
  686. >Which is why it took us 3 days to track him down and force him back into line.
  687. >I did not approve of sister's plan to release him after reformation.
  688. >Discord is unpredictable by nature.
  689. >He even turned my mane into a balloon.
  690. >It was amusing.
  691. >For Celestia.
  692. >Regardless of his antics, he is now 'promising' to behave again, and has agreed to stay closer to Canterlot.
  693. >Farewell, diary.
  694. > -Luna.
  695.  
  696.  
  697.  
  698. ** DISCORD WAS HERE. LUNA HAS A HUGE BUTT. ALSO HER DIARY IS FUNNY. **
  699.  
  700.  
  701. >5th April.
  702. >Greetings, diary.
  703. >Spent the day attempting to locate and destroy Discord. He is a threat to this kingdom and all those in it.
  704. >Celestia laughed when I told her that he had defiled important government documents that contained precious information.
  705. >He then threatened to make a thousand copies of my diary and distribute them across the land.
  706. >Apparently he said the same thing to Celestia regarding her own diary.
  707. >Celestia called his bluff and threatened to encase him in stone again.
  708. >I was pleased to see him skulk off somewhere to brood and regret his actions.
  709. >I shall continue to plot his demise.
  710. >The world shall never know peace so long as Discord walks free.
  711. >In light of the day's events, I have placed a magic seal on this diary that only allows me to open it.
  712. >It requires a drop of my blood to access. It's an old bit of haemomancy I had to research in the restricted archives.
  713. >Morbid, yes. Necessary, absolutely.
  714. >This terrible breach of security shall never happen again.
  715. >Farewell, diary.
  716. > -Luna.
  717.  
  718.  
  719.  
  720. >6th April.
  721. >Greetings, diary.
  722. >I finally composed that letter to send to Anonymous.
  723. >As with the previous letter, I shall transcribe it here.
  724. >"Greetings, Anonymous. What is located above you?"
  725. >This is a reference to the previous question where he asked -me- 'what was up'. I think he will appreciate the sentiment.
  726. >"Life at the castle is satisfactory. Are you well? Has anything happened that you require my assistance with?"
  727. >I thought that maybe the reassurance that I shall always watch out for his well being would be something he would cherish.
  728. >"Should you require me to visit, please send me a letter. Or visit Canterlot."
  729. >I would enjoy a visit from him.
  730. >"Stay safe, please respond."
  731. >A final request for his caution, as well as a reminder that I would like to hear back from him.
  732. >Personally I feel that this letter is perfect. It addresses my thoughts and concerns abruptly, and is written in an easy to understand manner.
  733. >I hope it finds it's way to him.
  734. >Now all I must do is wait.
  735. >Farewell, diary.
  736. > -Luna.
  737.  
  738.  
  739.  
  740.  
  741. >7th April.
  742. >Greetings, diary.
  743. >Uneventful day. No letter from Anonymous.
  744. >Celestia tripped over a maid again, I think it was the same one she tripped over last time.
  745. >It was still very amusing to watch.
  746. >Did 250 laps of the castle and lifted the entire garrison with magic.
  747. >Also tried a "moon pie" for the first time.
  748. >It was delectable.
  749. >Farewell, diary.
  750. > -Luna.
  751.  
  752.  
  753.  
  754. >8th April.
  755. >Greetings, diary!
  756. >A letter arrived! From Ponyville!
  757. >Rather than open it when I got it, I decided to transcribe my thoughts when I read it as I go along.
  758. >My quill shall write as I read. (A useful trick I learnt from Celestia.)
  759. >A sort of 'real-time' reading.
  760. >"Dear Princess Luna."
  761. >A formal opening, I must admit. But pleasant nonetheless.
  762. >"I regret to inform you that there has been an fatal incident regarding Anony--|//..
  763. >I have to go.
  764. >Farewell.
  765.  
  766.  
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  768.  
  769.  
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  772.  
  773.  
  774. >10th April.
  775. >Greetings, diary.
  776. >Anonymous attempted to rescue one of his companions from a timberwolf attack.
  777. >He succeeded, but sustained terrible injuries from the wretched beasts.
  778. >I left the castle the moment I read the letter and exerted a lot of energy through a long-range teleportation spell, much like Celestia has used in the past.
  779. >I might have scared Twilight Sparkle, as I appeared in her house and started shouting at her.
  780. >My fury got the better of me, and she started crying and apologising.
  781. >It's a funny feeling, knowing that you're wrong when in the middle of doing something but doing it anyway.
  782. >I might even admit that it feels good. Like a release for any pent up anger.
  783. >Anonymous was in a hospital just outside of Ponyville.
  784. >My flying practice seems to be paying off.
  785. >I reached the hospital at such a speed that I shattered a few windows upon my arrival.
  786. >Though it might seem that I am making light of the situation, in actuality, I am desperately trying not to cry.
  787. >It is unbecoming of a princess to cry.
  788. >Yet as I look to my side and see the human dressed up in gauze and seeing his sleeping face illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window, I can't help but feel somewhat emotional.
  789. >This hospital is cold.
  790. >I have been here for a long time.
  791. >I have not eaten for longer.
  792. >All I can bring myself to care about is seeing whether or not Anonymous recovers.
  793. >I think I can hear the doctor coming.
  794.  
  795. >He just told me that the hospital is closing for the night, and that I would be locked inside should I choose to stay.
  796. >I am hungry, tired, and Celestia is no doubt worried sick about my absence.
  797. >Of course I said I would stay.
  798. >Farewell, diary.
  799. > -Luna.
  800.  
  801. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NbyUtARW6I
  802.  
  803. ---
  804. Part 3
  805. ---
  806.  
  807. >11th April.
  808. >Greetings, diary.
  809. >Current mood: Contemplative.
  810. >It has been a most unusual morning.
  811. >I am currently sat in the very house I personally paid for in order to grant Anonymous a home here in Ponyville.
  812. >Amusing to think that I had not seen the interior before I carried through the transaction.
  813. >Anonymous lies next to me in his bed, still wrapped in gauze.
  814. >His patches of dried blood distress me more than I would like to admit.
  815. >This whole scenario is troubling for another reason.
  816. >Why do I care for him so much?
  817. >No matter how hard I try to come to terms with my feelings, they dance just out of my reach, taunting me with their evasiveness.
  818. >Must I resign to knowing that I do not know?
  819. >These past 2 months have been some of the most infuriating yet captivating of my life.
  820. >Looking at his face, I feel my stomach twist.
  821. >My ears pick up his every soft breath, and my eyes catch his every slight twitch.
  822. >I have considered talking to sister about this, but I am afraid of what she might say.
  823. >I shall keep it a secret in the meantime.
  824. >Someone is downstairs.
  825. >I think it might be Twilight Sparkle.
  826. >She visited in the hospital earlier today.
  827. >She kissed him on the cheek before she left.
  828. >This action alone sent my mind reeling.
  829. >Are they an item? Why did he not tell me?
  830. >Why does it cause me such discomfort to think about?
  831. >I need more time to think on this.
  832. >Farewell, diary.
  833. > -Luna.
  834.  
  835.  
  836.  
  837. >11th April.
  838. >Greetings, diary.
  839. >Technically it is still the 11th, though there are mere minutes to go until a new day arrives.
  840. >Once more I sit by Anonymous' side.
  841. >Once more I gaze at his features and struggle to put my thoughts to words.
  842. >I have not eaten in 3 days.
  843. >Or slept.
  844. >Tiredness never affected me as harshly as other ponies.
  845. >Perhaps it is a perk of being an alicorn.
  846. >I have been thinking about just that today.
  847. >Being an alicorn.
  848. >I am immortal. Is Anonymous?
  849. >My thoughts turn to things I would rather not confront, but the fact that my thoughts are even occupied by such concepts confuses me.
  850. >I have been alive for thousands of years.
  851. >Anonymous is not the first I have grown affectionate of.
  852. >But why does it feel like he is?
  853. >In the past, I was more concerned with finding a suitor that would reflect my regal nature.
  854. >Foreign princes and stallions almost as tall as I.
  855. >I was attracted to power.
  856. >They were darker times.
  857. >Times I would not wish to return to.
  858. >Yet centuries later I find myself falling for an alien being.
  859. >Strange how fickle the heart can be in the face of love.
  860. >Love.
  861. >Is that what this is?
  862. >That explains a lot. I have spoken to Cadence of love.
  863. >She is wise on the topic.
  864. >Is it possible to love something so different?
  865. >I doubt that it is love. It would not make sense. Nor would it be acceptable for a pony of my standing to even consider the thought of consorting with one such as he.
  866. >My eyes are finally giving in. I must rest. But I shall not be gone for long.
  867. >Farewell, diary.
  868. > -Luna.
  869.  
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  872.  
  873. >12th April.
  874. >Greetings, diary.
  875. >Anonymous has risen.
  876. >The thought crossed my mind to call Twilight Sparkle, but I decided that Anonymous might not want to be crowded.
  877. >Was it wrong of me to do so?
  878. >Perhaps. But he appears to be much better, and has recovered from his trauma.
  879. >He even cracked a joke at me.
  880. >"Damn, Luna. Why so serious?"
  881. >The comedic nature of this joke is obviously that I must appear serious, and that he is drawing attention to my blatant worry for him.
  882. >Come to think of it, it might not have been a joke.
  883. >I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror today.
  884. >My eyes are bloodshot, my mane frenzied.
  885. >It seems that his condition has affected me more than I would care to admit.
  886. >He hugged me.
  887. >I was careful not to hurt him when I wrapped my own hooves around him.
  888. >It was odd, being embraced by such a large being. But comforting.
  889. >More comforting than Celestia's hugs.
  890. >I counted how long we stayed like that. And I was wishing that it would never end.
  891. >A foalish, novel idea. To stay embraced forever and always to someone you care for.
  892. >But I entertained the notion longer than I would have liked.
  893. >I chastise myself more and more each passing day.
  894. >Why must my thoughts betray me? Why must my mind be solely occupied by a single entity?
  895. >It angers me.
  896. >Yet I don't want it to stop.
  897. >I felt myself growing more anxious as the day went on, so I went for a run through Ponyville.
  898. >The townsfolk were shocked to see me galloping about, but the wind in my face and the feeling of my blood coursing through me was invigorating.
  899. >I cared not for their responses.
  900. >Twilight Sparkle visited later on, and immediately hugged him.
  901. >(He hugged me for longer. I timed it.)
  902. >She also kissed him again.
  903. >Though to my pleasant surprise, he seemed unnerved by it.
  904. >Perhaps things are not as they appear?
  905. >I shall press him for answers when I feel he is ready.
  906. >I don't want to hurt my Anonymous.
  907. >Farewell, diary.
  908. > -Luna.
  909.  
  910.  
  911.  
  912.  
  913. >13th April.
  914. >Greetings, diary.
  915. >I located the dragon whelp Twilight Sparkle keeps close.
  916. >Spike.
  917. >I instructed him to compose a letter to my sister telling her of my whereabouts, and he proved to be an accurate and precise writer.
  918. >He seemed practised, as though poised to write at any time.
  919. >I hope sister is not worried for me. I can look after myself.
  920. >Anonymous is walking about.
  921. >His bandages are still fastened to him, and I observe him from a safe distance, ready to catch him if he falls.
  922. >He seems thankful for my company.
  923. >It makes this entire charade seem worth it.
  924. >Twilight Sparkle continues to visit and pester Anonymous.
  925. >She seems somewhat desperate for his attention.
  926. >He gives it to her, but I can see it in her body language, she yearns for more.
  927. >Or maybe I am merely seeing things that are not there. She is his friend. It is only right that she show concern for him.
  928. >Anonymous spoke a great deal to me today.
  929. >He got my letter, and laughed when I asked him to respond at the end of it.
  930. >I am not sure why. It was a simple request.
  931. >Regardless, we spoke about everything that had happened to each other.
  932. >I told him of my brief encounter with Discord.
  933. >He was far more interested in the paper town than the beast himself.
  934. >For the first time in a while, I found myself smiling.
  935. >It felt pleasant to smile.
  936. >Like a great storm had finally passed.
  937. >Anonymous was hellbent on escorting me to a cafeteria he had grown fond of.
  938. >He ate a bland looking sweet, and I acquired a moon pie.
  939. >I am -very- fond of moon pies.
  940. >I also felt that this was the right time to interrogate him about Twilight Sparkle.
  941. >He seemed disappointed that our conversation had taken a turn, but I pushed on.
  942. >Twilight Sparkle is in very much the same situation I am, it seems.
  943. >She puts herself in Anonymous' path every chance she can get.
  944. >But the attraction is not mutual.
  945. >I made a concious effort not to smile at this.
  946. >Such a simple piece of information, but to me it means the world.
  947. >The rest of the day was spent talking. Just like we used to.
  948. >I missed it so much.
  949. >Satisfied that Anonymous had recovered, I took my leave and returned here, to Canterlot.
  950. >(But not before getting one last hug. It was the longest one yet.)
  951. >(1 minute 56 seconds!)
  952. >Farewell, diary.
  953. > -Luna.
  954.  
  955.  
  956.  
  957. >16th April.
  958. >Greetings, diary.
  959. >Once more I have abandoned you, once more I apologise.
  960. >Celestia asked me to test a piece of experimental magic.
  961. >It ended up sending me to the other side of Equestria in the blink of an eye.
  962. >I had to spend 2 days dragging myself back to civilisation.
  963. >Though I met a merry band of travelling Diamond Dogs on the way.
  964. >They let me ride in their cart, and we sang songs from ages past.
  965. >One of them gave me this locket with a large white gem socketed within.
  966. >I am running my hoof over it now. I don't get gifts often. If ever.
  967. >I shall cherish it for a long time, and keep it somewhere safe.
  968. >From this experience I would say that the trip was worth it.
  969. >Celestia would -not- stop saying sorry to me.
  970. >I had to endure several minutes of hugs and fawning over me.
  971. >How I wish she wouldn't do it in front of the entire court.
  972. >Countless enemies have been cut down by my magic, I am not a foal to be 'cuddled'. No matter how much I secretly enjoy it.
  973. >Much to my shock, I was greeted with a letter.
  974. >From Anonymous, no less!
  975. >Such a marvellous thing to return to.
  976. >I shall transcribe it, as always. (I do enjoy sharing my letters with you, diary.)
  977. >"Heya, Luna."
  978. >'Heya'. I suppose Anonymous is the only being in the land I would allow to greet me as such.
  979. >"How're things? I can't thank you enough for being there for me. When I thanked the doctor for his help today he told me that you had been by my side for two straight days. Are you nuts?"
  980. >How he gushes his thanks! It is a most welcome thing. I stayed by his side because I had to. I was not about to desert him in his hour of need.
  981. >And why in Equestria is he asking me if I have transformed into walnuts? Another strange term. I shall have the linguists look into it.
  982. >"I've taken out a few books from the library, your stories got me interested in reading up on something. Write back soon. - Anonymous."
  983. >He reads? I read! I read all the time! We are quickly developing so many things in common, Anonymous and I. And he even wants me to write back.
  984. >Current mood: Thrilled.
  985. >Farewell, diary.
  986. > -Luna.
  987.  
  988.  
  989.  
  990. >17th April.
  991. >Greetings, diary.
  992. >I have composed a letter to Anonymous. It goes as follows:
  993. >"Hello, Anonymous."
  994. >I felt a much more casual and relaxed tone was appropriate for this letter.
  995. >"Your letter was nice. I also read. We should read together. I am not a walnut."
  996. >"Please respond. -Luna."
  997. >Once more, I addressed his points in a precise manner, but by saying "hello" I made it seem much more casual. And I have decided to repeat my "please respond" phrase since it apparently made him laugh. Jokes are an important part of social communications.
  998. >I daresay I am the greatest letter writer Equestria has ever seen.
  999. >Such boasting cannot be good for my ego.
  1000. >I shall be careful not to get ahead of myself.
  1001. >A guard bumped into me today.
  1002. >He spent 32 seconds trying to find the words to apologise.
  1003. >It was amusing.
  1004. >Farewell, diary.
  1005. > -Luna.
  1006.  
  1007.  
  1008.  
  1009. >18th April.
  1010. >Greetings, diary.
  1011. >I feel I have made a terrible mistake.
  1012. >Casting aside my thoughts that it might not be the wisest of decisions, I looked into the dreams of Twilight Sparkle last night.
  1013. >I saw things that I feel are too inappropriate to tell you.
  1014. >Celestia needs to be much more careful of those she takes under her wing.
  1015. >That unicorn has a revolting mind.
  1016. >I have spent the day thinking about it.
  1017. >Even while a chancellor was lecturing me on the dangers of using machines to assist in agriculture I imagined Twilight Sparkle and Anonymous together.
  1018. >Such vile thoughts shall be purged from my mind.
  1019. >Tomorrow I shall find that old haemomancy tome I found that I used to cast a seal on this very diary, and see if I can't find a spell to forcibly remove memories.
  1020. >Farewell, diary.
  1021. > -Luna.
  1022.  
  1023.  
  1024.  
  1025. >18th April.
  1026. >Greetings, diary.
  1027. >I am concerned that I might be suffering from some sort of narcolepsy.
  1028. >There appears to be an entry from today written on the opposite page, but I don't recall writing it.
  1029. >I awoke with a start with my face resting on that old haemomancy tome I found that I used to cast a seal on this very diary. I must have fallen asleep while reading.
  1030. >This cannot be allowed to happen again. I must become more active.
  1031. >(Note to self: 300 laps around the castle grounds.)
  1032. >Farewell, diary.
  1033. > -Luna.
  1034.  
  1035.  
  1036.  
  1037. >19th April.
  1038. >Greetings, diary.
  1039. >A reply from Anonymous arrived!
  1040. >I should like for this trend to continue. The letter is as follows:
  1041. >"Luna."
  1042. >He didn't even bother with saying hello. It must be urgent. I hope he hasn't landed himself in trouble.
  1043. >"Come to Ponyville. I have a surprise for you. I know it's short notice, but I think you'll like it. -Anonymous."
  1044. >A request for my presence? A surprise?
  1045. >I feel apprehensive.
  1046. >And the nature of this letter is a blatant disregard for mail etiquette.
  1047. >Subjects cannot simply "command" a princess to show themselves!
  1048. >I shall not attend. I have been lenient enough with Anonymous and I feel that I must draw a line in the sand so that he respects his boundaries.
  1049. >Farewell, diary.
  1050. > -Luna.
  1051.  
  1052.  
  1053.  
  1054. >19th April.
  1055. >Going to Ponyville.
  1056. > -Luna.
  1057.  
  1058.  
  1059.  
  1060. >20th April.
  1061. >Greetings, diary.
  1062. >I am sat by candlelight.
  1063. >It is night time.
  1064. >And I cannot stop smiling.
  1065. >Anonymous' gift was an origami moonflower.
  1066. >I dare not touch it with my hooves, and I am using such little magic to hold it afloat.
  1067. >This gift is more precious than I can put to words.
  1068. >He was so proud of it, and said that he never once forgot what I had said about the moon.
  1069. >I was quick to remind him that he told me there were no such things as moonflowers.
  1070. >He just laughed at me.
  1071. >But this gift is something of utmost beauty.
  1072. >I shall store it in a solid titanium box and keep it locked with the most powerful enchantments I can find.
  1073. >None must harm my flower. His flower. Our flower.
  1074. >I wish you could see it, diary. I wish I could show you its beauty. Its perfect edges, its pristine white surfaces. Its intricate folds.
  1075. >I cannot imagine how much time he must have put into this. But regardless of if it was an hour or a week, it is precious to me.
  1076. >My first gift from Anonymous.
  1077. >Do I have to grant him something in return?
  1078. >The thought didn't cross my mind.
  1079. >Perhaps it is a human custom to give a gift in return. It is something we did not speak about, so I am unsure. It is custom among ponies. Would he be offended if I gave him a gift?
  1080. >I shall write him a letter.
  1081. >For now I shall attempt to sleep.
  1082. >Celestia will want to see my flower.
  1083. >I hope she doesn't harm it.
  1084. >Farewell, diary.
  1085. > ~Luna.
  1086.  
  1087.  
  1088.  
  1089. >21st April.
  1090. >Greetings, diary.
  1091. >Celestia was captivated by my flower.
  1092. >She said it was one of the best pieces of origami she had ever seen.
  1093. >And that means a lot, since she invented the concept.
  1094. >Celestia has had a great deal of time to accomplish many things. It is almost unfair.
  1095. >But I know her flaws.
  1096. >She might seem perfect, but she is scared of bats. And cannot drink soup without slurping.
  1097. >It shall be her downfall.
  1098. >As for my flower, she dared not touch it. I sensed that she could appreciate the effort that had gone into it.
  1099. >When I said it was from Anonymous, she gave me a very queer look.
  1100. >A mix between a smile and smirk.
  1101. >I cannot find a better way to describe it.
  1102. >She left me with the words "good luck".
  1103. >What did she mean? The flower?
  1104. >My sister can be enigmatic at times. And I have learnt not to bother trying to see past her mask.
  1105. >Even I do not know how her mind operates.
  1106. >I composed a letter to Anonymous, thanking him again for the flower:
  1107. >"Hello, Anonymous."
  1108. >I felt he was deserving of another casual greeting.
  1109. >"Thank you for the flower. -Luna."
  1110. >Once more, I astound myself.
  1111. >Oh dear, I am boasting again.
  1112. >I need to stop doing this to myself.
  1113. >Also, I have been wondering about what Twilight Sparkle dreams of, since she is so attached to Anonymous.
  1114. >But every time I consider it, the back of my skull begins to hurt.
  1115. >I shall consult the royal physician on it.
  1116. >Farewell, diary.
  1117. > -Luna.
  1118.  
  1119.  
  1120.  
  1121. >22nd April.
  1122. >Greetings, diary.
  1123. >Today has been rather dull.
  1124. >The physician did not find any problems, and suggested that I should exercise more.
  1125. >This solution was clearly the most obvious. So I have increased my castle laps to 325.
  1126. >I find that I can lift the entire garrison quite easily nowadays.
  1127. >They have also stopped screaming in terror as I do so, no doubt becoming used to surprise psychic assaults.
  1128. >The fruits of my labour are always a welcome sight.
  1129. >Celestia's bird caught fire again.
  1130. >It never fails to startle me.
  1131. >Such a curious creature, it is.
  1132. >I have been considering acquiring a pet of my own.
  1133. >Perhaps a bat.
  1134. >Then again, Celestia does not care for the things.
  1135. >(Note to self: Tame a Northern Nightreaver Vampire Bat)
  1136. >Farewell, diary.
  1137. > -Luna.
  1138.  
  1139.  
  1140.  
  1141. >23rd April.
  1142. >Greetings, diary.
  1143. >No letters from Anonymous. I am half-tempted to visit Ponyville to check on him.
  1144. >Though that seems overly-possessive.
  1145. >And I'm not that kind of mare. (hopefully)
  1146. >The moon is looking beautiful tonight. And my stars seem to be shining brighter.
  1147. >I have often wondered if they merely appear brighter, or if my mood reflects their glow.
  1148. >Cadence has her Crystal Heart that projects the feelings of her people into the most spectacular auroras.
  1149. >Celestia's sun is ever radiant, and it is hard to tell if it ever gets less difficult to look at.
  1150. >The fact that I can't tell how she is feeling makes matters more difficult.
  1151. >Perhaps my musings are simply that. Just a passing thought.
  1152. >But I cannot complain if my night sky is beautiful. It is a part of me. And seeing it in all it's splendour makes even the darkest of days seem that much brighter.
  1153. >Ironic, given the nature of the night.
  1154. >Farewell, diary.
  1155. > -Luna.
  1156.  
  1157.  
  1158.  
  1159. >24th April.
  1160. >Greetings, diary.
  1161. >A busy day indeed.
  1162. >Two ponies started fighting in court.
  1163. >Celestia was unamused.
  1164. >I relished the opportunity to get "stuck in" (as the guards say) and throw a few punches.
  1165. >Needless to say I broke up the fight as effectively as I broke Mr Fletlock's ribs.
  1166. >Following that battle, I found a moon pie left unattended in the royal kitchens.
  1167. >I felt that it was my civic duty to rid the wretched thing from the world.
  1168. >Though I wish they weren't so fragile.
  1169. >I am covering your pages with crumbs.
  1170. >A letter from Anonymous also came through.
  1171. >I practically skipped back to my chambers to read it.
  1172. >The guard outside my door seemed very confused by my behaviour.
  1173. >It matters not, here is the letter:
  1174. >"Hey, Loony."
  1175. >Such insolence. Were he a peasant I would have him executed at once.
  1176. >It seems that even within the confines of my own diary I am a terrible liar.
  1177. >"So happy to see you liked the flower. I was told by Twilight that it is your birthday tomorrow."
  1178. >He is right. Though I care little for birthdays. I stopped celebrating them since I've had so many, and the years tend to merge together as an immortal.
  1179. >"I'm coming to visit."
  1180. >I just had to reread that.
  1181. >Does that mean he's coming to the castle? Or just to Canterlot?
  1182. >Do I have to wear anything?
  1183. >I was not prepared for this rapid escalation of events.
  1184. >I must inform sister.
  1185. >The cooks.
  1186. >The guards.
  1187. >Do we have meat in stock?
  1188. >Do I have a dress prepared?
  1189. >Why am I writing this down instead of planning?
  1190. >There is too much to be done and I only have hours to prepare!
  1191. >Farewell, dairy!
  1192. > -Luna.
  1193.  
  1194.  
  1195.  
  1196. >25th April. (My birthday.)
  1197. >Greetings, diary.
  1198. >I did not sleep. In fact I spent all night giving the guards their orders and whipping the cooks into shape. I had to pay them overtime, and the royal treasury might have suffered for it, but it was all worth it.
  1199. >Anonymous arrived by train, and I knew that Canterlot would not be kind to him, so I organised an escort.
  1200. >I think he was slightly unnerved at the idea of being escorted through the streets by 50 of the best soldiers I spent the night hoof-picking from our ranks.
  1201. >But I desired safety, so safety is what I organised.
  1202. >The citizens reacted as I expected.
  1203. >Shocked that the creature they had feared for so long was now walking by my side.
  1204. >I cared not.
  1205. >With Anonymous by my side I felt invincible.
  1206. >Now I wonder, was the escort to make Anonymous feel safer, or me?
  1207. >The feast was perfect, and I managed to procure some meat from a black-market vendor in the more questionable areas of Canterlot.
  1208. >The royal kitchens did not have any meat, unfortunately. But they were happy to cook it.
  1209. >Come to think of it, I don't think their faces of discomfort were 'happy'. But at least they were civil about it.
  1210. >When the feast was over, Anonymous followed me to my chambers, and there we spoke for the rest of the day. He even brought me a moon pie as a present.
  1211. >I am in his debt. Again.
  1212. >He told me of Twilight Sparkle, and her increasingly more desperate attempts to get his attention.
  1213. >Apparently she has taken to knocking on his door each and every morning.
  1214. >An amusing concept, but it sounds as though it would get dull rather fast.
  1215. >Anonymous was not distressed by this though, because he knew he could look forward to my letters to make him laugh.
  1216. >I am not sure why he finds them so funny. They are serious transcripts detailing important issues.
  1217. >He still spoke with a smile, and I found myself getting lost in his voice.
  1218. >It is something I would not mind listening to every day.
  1219. >He leaves for Ponyville tomorrow morning.
  1220. >So he was to stay the night in the castle.
  1221. >More specifically, my chambers.
  1222. >He is asleep, as it is quite late. But I can't bring myself to lie alongside him, despite it being my own bed.
  1223. >It seems too disrespectful. I shall respect his wishes to occupy my bed and sleep on the floor.
  1224. >I shall consider it repayment for his gifts.
  1225. >Birthdays are not a thing I make a habit of caring for, and I normally remember them as I would any other day, save for the realisation that I am yet another year older.
  1226. >But this one in particular gave me something to celebrate.
  1227. >Today has been a good day.
  1228. >I did not wish it to end.
  1229. >Alas, it did. And in my selfishness I yearn for more.
  1230. >But the arrow of time is a harsh mistress. And she marches ever onwards.
  1231. >(Now I have no doubt that Celestia's poetry is influencing me.)
  1232. >Farewell, diary.
  1233. > -Luna.
  1234.  
  1235.  
  1236.  
  1237. >26th April.
  1238. >Greetings, diary.
  1239. >Anonymous is now gone.
  1240. >He said that the overreaction to his visit was cute, but unnecessary.
  1241. >I disagreed.
  1242. >He disagreed to me disagreeing.
  1243. >Then we hugged.
  1244. >I can't help but think that perhaps I saw a look of muted disappointment when he woke up in the morning.
  1245. >As I promised myself, I slept on the floor beside the bed.
  1246. >It was not uncomfortable. But Anonymous seemed somewhat annoyed.
  1247. >I do not know what I did to elicit such a response.
  1248. >Celestia acted in a manner much unlike her as well.
  1249. >Rather than maintaining the ordinary serene look, she seemed somewhat playful at breakfast.
  1250. >She winked at me when I entered and asked "how did it go?".
  1251. >So I told her what had happened: We spoke, and I let Anonymous occupy my bed.
  1252. >Then Celestia covered her face with a hoof and sighed.
  1253. >This was followed by a thorough shaking of the head.
  1254. >And the phrase "How are you so oblivious."
  1255. >What proceeded was a turbulent day of pondering, and pestering Celestia to tell me what I did incorrectly. I have taken out several romantic novellas from Celestia's personal collection with her eager permission and shall begin reading them tomorrow.
  1256. >It should be a unique experience. I tend to stay away from fiction.
  1257. >I can't for the life of me imagine what I did wrong.
  1258. >Did I offend him?
  1259. >I keep thinking back to my suitors in days of yore, and all I can recall are the nights of passionless talking, followed by gift exchanging.
  1260. >I have been doing the same with Anonymous. Is that not how you attract a mate?
  1261. >What have I done wrong?
  1262. >Even the guards appear confused by it.
  1263. >I overheard one of them talking to another as I passed the barracks saying "I didn't hear a peep from her all night."
  1264. >This sudden change of events is aggravating. I shall get to the bottom of this mystery one way or another, then I shall win Anonymous' heart.
  1265. >Until then, I must go.
  1266. >Farewell, diary.
  1267. > -Luna.
  1268.  
  1269. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUXHp0U-QVg
  1270.  
  1271. ---
  1272. Part 4
  1273. ---
  1274.  
  1275. >27th April.
  1276. >Greetings, diary.
  1277. >Today I read the first of Celestia's novellas on the topic of romance.
  1278. >'Hearts for love'.
  1279. >A part of me regrets it.
  1280. >The tale began drearily, the stallion - Fiery Passion - fell in love with an aristocrat by the name "Glass Slipper".
  1281. >Personally, I lament the days of old where ponies would have names that carried more weight.
  1282. >Skull Breaker. Hoof Crush. Malevolence.
  1283. >Those were the days.
  1284. >To be honest with you, those were also the days of the Equestrian civil wars.
  1285. >Violent decade. Lots of "hardcore" name changes.
  1286. >So the story progressed in the most predictable fashion possible.
  1287. >Passion meets Slipper by chance, they share a long look, then form a "forbidden" relationship because he is the son of a blacksmith and she the daughter of a noble.
  1288. >At this point of the book I was bored. I had to flip through several pages of drawn out heartfelt speeches and metaphors comparing Slipper's eyes to large bodies of water.
  1289. >How can ponies like this drivel?
  1290. >Furthermore, why does Celestia have an entire collection dedicated to it?
  1291. >Another one of her glaring flaws, it seems.
  1292. >I confronted her about it.
  1293. >I proclaimed that her book was terrible and that she should feel bad for enjoying such an unrealistic fantasy.
  1294. >When I have fantasies, I always ground them in reality.
  1295. >I would not "climb the vineyard walls to her sanctuary then make passionate love". I would march through the front gates and demand her father to allow me his daughter's hoof.
  1296. >Mares enjoy stallions that have inner strength. Not stallions that will break down and cry at the first hint of danger.
  1297. >Anonymous doesn't cry. The first thing he said to me when he woke up following the timberwolf attack was "I got more wood than I bargained for".
  1298. >Tomorrow I shall read the next book I borrowed.
  1299. >'50 shades of neigh'.
  1300. >How abstract.
  1301. >Farewell, diary.
  1302. > -Luna
  1303.  
  1304.  
  1305.  
  1306. >28th April.
  1307. >Greetings, diary.
  1308. >49 pages into the new book I hurled it out of my bedroom window.
  1309. >I think it hit a guard on the head on the way down.
  1310. >Celestia seized up with laughter as I berated her for harbouring such vile works of fiction.
  1311. >I stomped the ground with my hoof so hard I broke a floor tile.
  1312. >Thankfully, that got the message across and she stopped.
  1313. >Never be afraid to assert yourself, diary.
  1314. >Even Celestia has learnt to respect my anger.
  1315. >She told me to return her book, as it was one of her favourites.
  1316. >I tried searching at the bottom of my bedroom window, but I could not find it.
  1317. >Perhaps the guard had already returned it before I could get the chance.
  1318. >This next book looks far more promising than the previous two.
  1319. >'Attracting a mate for dummies'.
  1320. >I do not appreciate being insulted in such a manner, but I can appreciate the straightforwardness of the title. I shall give this book a chance.
  1321. >With luck, it shall provide me with the information I require in order to obtain Anonymous as my own.
  1322. >Hopefully without having to resort to "climbing vineyards" or "ramming my pulsating member deep into his love tunnel."
  1323. >(Member of what? Where -is- the love tunnel?)
  1324. >Farewell, diary.
  1325. > -Luna
  1326.  
  1327.  
  1328.  
  1329. >29th April.
  1330. >Greetings, diary.
  1331. >Current mood: Solemn.
  1332. >This new book is strange. I am not sure I like it either.
  1333. >The ongoing trend of these titles seems to be that the apex of a relationship occurs with sexual intercourse.
  1334. >Is this truly what I have missed?
  1335. >Does this explain Anonymous' behaviour? And Celestia's? And the guards?
  1336. >I must say that I am somewhat at a loss.
  1337. >Perhaps even slightly ashamed.
  1338. >As I sit here on my pillow by candlelight, all I can think of is what others might think of me.
  1339. >All this time I have been searching for a sort of partner, and I have found that in Anonymous.
  1340. >But now that it is clear that he expects other things from me, I do not know what to do.
  1341. >Do I simply let him indulge in my body?
  1342. >The thought is unnerving.
  1343. >Do ponies laugh behind my back?
  1344. >Am I really so oblivious?
  1345. >Looking through past notes, I seem to have been blissfully unaware of the signs.
  1346. >What a fool, I am.
  1347. >What am I to do, diary?
  1348. >I was content to talk with Anonymous. Perhaps even hug him some more.
  1349. >But if these books, and the reactions of those close to me have taught me anything, it is that it is expected of me to lie with my partner.
  1350. >Do I have to?
  1351. >Truthfully, I have never done so in the past.
  1352. >The idea uneases me.
  1353. >Is that due to inexperience? Or am I simply broken?
  1354. >Am I a broken mare, diary?
  1355. >Am I an unfit role-model for my people?
  1356. >These are questions I dare not ask anyone other than you or myself.
  1357. >I want to be happy, diary.
  1358. >But it seems the road to happiness is riddled with obstacles.
  1359. >Obstacles such as "members" and "love tunnels".
  1360. >Whatever those are.
  1361. >Are they euphemisms?
  1362. >I cannot believe I have been such a fool.
  1363. >Farewell, diary.
  1364. > -Luna.
  1365.  
  1366.  
  1367.  
  1368. >30th April.
  1369. >Greetings, diary.
  1370. >It is early morning. I only slept for 2 hours.
  1371. >Enough to keep me going. I require little sleep.
  1372. >The thoughts of Anonymous and the future of our relationship plague me.
  1373. >Can it even be called a relationship?
  1374. >I would be willing to consent, but would Anonymous?
  1375. >His actions on the morning after my birthday seemed to speak volumes.
  1376. >It is clear to me now what he desires.
  1377. >Or am I over-thinking this matter entirely?
  1378. >Such confusing, unwanted thoughts.
  1379. >Anonymous does not desire me in such a way, does he?
  1380. >I ask myself this question constantly, and unless I restrain myself, I fear I might start asking you in the same manner.
  1381. >He has never shown any sort of deeper feelings towards me.
  1382. >If anything, I am the one who harbours the stronger feelings for him.
  1383. >I am not used to such feelings or emotions.
  1384. >If I must confess, I rather despise them.
  1385. >Sister always said I was the more 'headstrong' of our pair (her and I, that is).
  1386. >And I suppose I have a habit of being overly blunt with what I want to say or what I feel.
  1387. >But that is who I am.
  1388. >Must I change who I am to fit the mould that society has deemed as acceptable?
  1389. >If happiness in the arms of the one I love is what I desire, must I shed this old skin of warmongering and ancient tradition to satisfy him?
  1390. >The books cannot be wrong, not all of them, surely.
  1391. >I have such little experience that I cannot help but be inclined to trust them.
  1392. >Unless I ask sister.
  1393. >Though I get the feeling she will simply laugh at me.
  1394. >Why must this love be so unforgivably complex?
  1395. >I think I shall consult my books once more for a solution.
  1396. >I wonder if Twilight Sparkle had these thoughts regarding Anonymous?
  1397. >How peculiar, I just developed a headache.
  1398. >Perhaps I need rest.
  1399. >2 hours must not have been enough.
  1400. >After that, I think I shall exercise to take my mind off things.
  1401. >Farewell, diary.
  1402. > -Luna.
  1403.  
  1404.  
  1405.  
  1406. >1st May.
  1407. >Greetings, diary.
  1408. >I feel no better today than I did the day before.
  1409. >Celestia has noticed my sombre mood, and queried me in the dining hall.
  1410. >Not wanting to drag her into my problems, and to spare myself from her mocking tones, I told her that I was fine.
  1411. >I do not enjoy lying to her, but this is something I must face alone.
  1412. >She seemed troubled by my response, and for a moment I feared she might have realised that I had lied.
  1413. >But she said nothing, and continued to eat without a word.
  1414. >Did she know?
  1415. >I can't say for sure.
  1416. >Her face is a fortress, and her mind unfathomable.
  1417. >And her poetry -still- influential.
  1418. >Though I find that I do not mind it so much these days.
  1419. >It is a pleasant thing, being able to compose one's thoughts with more eloquence than normal.
  1420. >I wonder how much my writings have changed since I first began?
  1421. >Still, I must think.
  1422. >I am considering another trip away from Canterlot.
  1423. >The trip to the griffin kingdoms was ever so enjoyable.
  1424. >I remember the king telling me that I was always welcome there as we lay together being tended to by hospital staff.
  1425. >Yes. I think a short trip is in order.
  1426. >I shall make the necessary preparations, then leave.
  1427. >Until then, I shall not update you, diary.
  1428. >I shall return.
  1429. >When, I am not sure. But you have my word.
  1430. >Surely it is an omen of oncoming madness when one resigns to making promises to a book.
  1431. >Farewell, diary.
  1432. > -Luna.
  1433.  
  1434.  
  1435.  
  1436. >4th June.
  1437. >Greetings, diary.
  1438. >Once more I return.
  1439. >I feel somewhat refreshed, and have assisted in strengthening relations between Equestria and The Empire.
  1440. >Many brawls were fought, and there was even a fatality. But given the customs of the griffins, this was seen as a great honour.
  1441. >I regret having accused them of past mischief.
  1442. >Celestia was proud. She hugged me.
  1443. >Though I am not sure what spurred me, I clung to my sister for longer than she or I expected.
  1444. >Sister did not voice her concerns, however. I think she was just content to embrace me.
  1445. >She held me for a while, and did not breath a word.
  1446. >Despite our history, I love her so very much.
  1447. >She is understanding, even if I do suspect her of tomfoolery at times.
  1448. >Perhaps I -should- share my troubles with her regarding Anonymous.
  1449. >Farewell, diary.
  1450. > -Luna.
  1451.  
  1452.  
  1453.  
  1454. >5th June.
  1455. >Greetings, diary.
  1456. >It had not crossed my mind yesterday, but I decided to check with Celestia to see if I had received any letters.
  1457. >To my surprise, she gave me two.
  1458. >The first is a formal invitation from the mayor of Ponyville.
  1459. >Another celebration is on the horizon, it seems. The summer sun celebration. And given my sudden appearance at their latest winter wrap up, they must want me to return.
  1460. >Celestia will be unable to attend due to staying in Canterlot, but I would be more than happy to visit the town once more.
  1461. >It has grown on me somewhat.
  1462. >Maybe it is because of its rustic nature.
  1463. >It would also be nice to meet with Anonymous again.
  1464. >I had a lot of time to think about him while away.
  1465. >The initial dilemma that I had uncovered regarding relationships in general faded after roughly 2 weeks.
  1466. >I found myself becoming more and more open to the idea of sharing myself with Anonymous.
  1467. >One night in particular, I raised the moon from a balcony in the king's palace and watched it for an hour.
  1468. >Anonymous circled my mind.
  1469. >I remembered every hug and every word we had shared.
  1470. >I have only positive memories with Anonymous. Even the moments of him shouting at me all those months ago in the interrogation room are accompanied by a sense of wonder and nostalgia.
  1471.  
  1472. >His touch is a rare treat, and I savour every moment I am with him.
  1473. >Yet the nature of his existence drags me back constantly.
  1474. >He is not the same species as I. He is not the same as anything from this world. Even the apes.
  1475. >Royal relationships are something that sparks an unnatural amount of controversy.
  1476. >Celestia has taken to avoiding consorts altogether, though I am sure she used to partake in them when times were simpler.
  1477. >But it has never troubled me, since I do not do anything worthy of public attention.
  1478. >For once, I am glad to be out of the limelight.
  1479. >Constant media publicity and the idea of ponies harassing me for my thoughts and opinions every day is something I feel that I would not be able to do.
  1480. >Once more, sister astounds me with her willpower.
  1481. >I cannot imagine how she does it. These recent months have made me appreciate her so much more.
  1482. >A shame that neither she nor I can remember her birthday. I would get her a gift.
  1483. >Perhaps a sunflower. I know that those exist.
  1484. >She's a very old pony, after all. And has better things to worry about than birthdays and flora.
  1485. >Farewell, diary.
  1486. > -Luna.
  1487.  
  1488.  
  1489.  
  1490. >6th June.
  1491. >Greetings, diary.
  1492. >I have accepted the invitation to the Ponyville summer sun celebration. It takes place on the 20th of June.
  1493. >To my annoyance, I have realised that I did not show you the second letter I received yesterday.
  1494. >My memory is intent on betraying me at every turn, it seems.
  1495. >It is from Anonymous, as I guessed.
  1496. >"Heya, Luna."
  1497. >It is refreshing to read those words again.
  1498. >"So there's this celebration in Ponyville. I was hoping that you might want to come and spend time with me if you're not too busy. -Anonymous."
  1499. >Meeting him again still sounds like a wonderful remedy to my current situation, as I am sure I have mentioned in another entry.
  1500. >With luck, I shall be able to abolish these confusing thoughts.
  1501. >Farewell, diary.
  1502. > -Luna.
  1503.  
  1504.  
  1505.  
  1506. >7th June.
  1507. >Greetings, diary.
  1508. >A letter has been sent to Anonymous confirming my acceptance of the invitation.
  1509. >I do not feel it necessary to share it with you. It feels redundant.
  1510. >Now I await for the 20th to arrive.
  1511. >13 days of monotony.
  1512. >I suppose I shall go and lift up the garrison again.
  1513. >Farewell, diary.
  1514. > -Luna.
  1515.  
  1516.  
  1517.  
  1518. >8th June.
  1519. >Greetings, diary.
  1520. >My initial plans to embrace boredom whilst I wait for the summer sun celebration appear to have been dashed.
  1521. >By Celestia, no less.
  1522. >She approached me today during one of my secret raids on the castle kitchens.
  1523. >How she knew I would be there escapes me.
  1524. >But rather than scold me, she asked me to follow her.
  1525. >I did so, but she was silent.
  1526. >So silent. I shall admit that I was slightly worried that I had done something to upset her.
  1527. >Sister's fury towers above mine.
  1528. >We sat in her chambers, both on her bed.
  1529. >(Her bed was huge. I need to get one that large of my own.)
  1530. >She confronted me about Anonymous.
  1531. >I was shocked at how much she knew.
  1532. >Celestia revealed that she had been watching the growing relationship between Anonymous and I closely.
  1533. >I wasn't sure if I should have been angry or not at her spying.
  1534. >I feel like I should. I shall get angry later on. Possibly while court is in session.
  1535. >Sister was worried for me. She told me that she almost asked me what ailed me, but I left for the griffin lands before she could.
  1536. >Our conversation covered every detail of what had gone on between Anonymous and I.
  1537. >I told her everything. My initial feelings for him. My brash actions following his timberwolf incident. And finally the night of my birthday.
  1538. >She confessed that she thought something might have happened sooner between us, but I told her of my past relationships.
  1539. >I think she understood well.
  1540.  
  1541. >I have misjudged her.
  1542. >All I want is to call Anonymous my own. And for him to call me his.
  1543. >Celestia warned me of the public. Though Ponyville might be accepting of Anonymous, as well as the majority of the castle guards (who had been exposed to Anonymous a great deal over the course of his stay), other cities, especially Canterlot, might not be so open-minded.
  1544. >She smiled when I told her that I didn't care what the public thought. In darker times I craved their attention and regarded it above all things.
  1545. >But those days have long since passed. And Anonymous is now the object of my affection.
  1546. >Celestia said that she admired my devotion to him, even being willing to run off to be by his side.
  1547. >(She never did forgive me for that).
  1548. >But it appears as though I have been monumentally foolish as to deny Celestia the chance to assist me.
  1549. >She has urged me to attend the summer sun celebration in Ponyville, and to talk to Anonymous about our future.
  1550. >I am also to "take things at my own pace".
  1551. >Though patience has never been my strongest virtue.
  1552. >It will take great effort to prevent myself from hurling myself at Anonymous.
  1553. >To do so would be very unbecoming.
  1554. >It has been a long day, diary.
  1555. >I must retire, and think on matters.
  1556. >Farewell.
  1557. > -Luna.
  1558.  
  1559.  
  1560.  
  1561. >9th June.
  1562. >Greetings, diary.
  1563. >While I was performing my daily flight training, I got a visit from that most damnable of creatures - Discord.
  1564. >Much to my chagrin, he began telling me about his recent adventure (I only picked up a few words such as "pony" and "slither") and despite my best efforts to lose him in the clouds, he simply turned them into cotton candy.
  1565. >There are still bits of pink dotted around my mane.
  1566. >It looks ridiculous.
  1567. >Before he took his leave, he left me with the words "Good luck with the chimpanzee".
  1568. >If that sin against nature lays a claw on Anonymous, I shall not rest until he is but ashes on the wind.
  1569. >Though I doubt he would hurt Anonymous.
  1570. >Discord was never violent. Chaotic, and irritating beyond measure, but never violent.
  1571. >That does not mean I would rule out the option to eradicate him given the chance.
  1572. >(Also found a chimpanzee in the dining hall. But I know what Discord was really implying.)
  1573. >Farewell, diary.
  1574. > -Luna.
  1575.  
  1576.  
  1577.  
  1578. >10th June.
  1579. >Greetings, diary.
  1580. >Celestia had to leave for Ponyville regarding an accident with Twilight Sparkle.
  1581. >She did not say what it was, only that it demanded her immediate attention.
  1582. >I was worried the moment she said "Ponyville". And "Twilight Sparkle" only made that worse.
  1583. >Despite my concerns, I was forced to watch over the court for the rest of the day.
  1584. >I did not argue with sister. I owed her much.
  1585. >Court was as I expected.
  1586. >3 hours of angry ponies shouting at each other over things I did not care about.
  1587. >I got bored half way through so I threw a chair at one of the more volatile ponies, then blamed it on a unicorn on the opposing party.
  1588. >The resulting carnage was of great enjoyment, and I leapt into the fray without a second thought to engage in the 'entertainment'.
  1589. >Despite the amount of screaming and medical bills, court actually passed and postponed more decisions than any before.
  1590. >Perhaps all courts should be so violent. The aftermath of a battle seems to make ponies somewhat mellow and more open to ideas.
  1591. >Some part of me thinks that Anonymous would appreciate my style of problem solving.
  1592. >Farewell, diary.
  1593. > -Luna.
  1594.  
  1595.  
  1596.  
  1597. >11th June.
  1598. >Greetings, diary.
  1599. >Apparently Twilight Sparkle had turned one of her comrades, a fellow element bearer, into a large carnivorous snake, and could not reverse the spell since the snake devoured her spellbook.
  1600. >I cannot imagine how such a thing could even be considered an accident.
  1601. >But Celestia was on hoof to reverse the spell and remove all the ponies the snake had swallowed from its stomach.
  1602. >I asked sister if Anonymous was unharmed.
  1603. >She said that he had charged into the maw of the beast to rescue one of the ponies, but was otherwise fine.
  1604. >That human will be his own undoing. I shall give him a stern talking to on the dangers of battling giant snakes on the 20th.
  1605. >I will not have him being so reckless.
  1606. >It appears as though I am becoming a hypocrite. Only yesterday I was using another pony as a morningstar.
  1607. >Is Anonymous not allowed to get into trouble or get hurt?
  1608. >No he is not. I shall keep him under lock and key if I have to. None shall harm my Anonymous.
  1609. >He is too precious to me.
  1610. >(Get a hold of yourself, Luna).
  1611. >The rest of the day was uneventful. Though a guard did fall into the moat.
  1612. >I laughed.
  1613. >Farewell, diary.
  1614. > -Luna.
  1615.  
  1616.  
  1617.  
  1618. >12th June.
  1619. >Greetings, diary.
  1620. >The guards of Canterlot castle are a most enthralling group of stallions.
  1621. >They are sworn to dress up in heavy plate armour, parade around with razor sharp weapons, and fight the occasional war or two.
  1622. >Yet the barracks is a rich source of entertainment.
  1623. >I was passing it on one of my routine castle laps when I heard a most thunderous bout of laughter.
  1624. >Curious, I flew up to the high wall and peered in through an open window.
  1625. >The guards have a very strange yet compelling way of relaxation.
  1626. >They berate and insult each other, get into brawls and then whip each other on the backside with wet towels.
  1627. >Such a colourful bunch.
  1628. >Almost like a family.
  1629. >Funny to think they are also in charge of keeping Celestia and I safe.
  1630. >Farewell, diary.
  1631. > -Luna.
  1632.  
  1633.  
  1634.  
  1635. >13th June.
  1636. >Greetings, diary.
  1637. >Today the castle was visited by a rare and rather enchanting beast.
  1638. >A deer from beyond the Highrise Mountains.
  1639. >She was sent as an ambassador for her people.
  1640. >Celestia was overjoyed.
  1641. >The deer is a strange, but beautiful being.
  1642. >They are a non-magical race, yet have the unusual ability to bend plants and nature to their will.
  1643. >According to explorer reports, their home cities are shrouded in impenetrable fog, and investigators will always end up back where they began should they enter it.
  1644. >Such a mysterious people. Even Celestia does not know much about them, since they are so secretive.
  1645. >I should like to visit them one day.
  1646. >Though I do not think I made a good impression on her.
  1647. >She had a habit of appearing at one's side without making any noise, and when she uttered a greeting from my side, I screamed and hit her in the face.
  1648. >Celestia was not amused.
  1649. >I am not allowed near the kitchens for a while.
  1650. >Celestia cannot order me about.
  1651. >She is not mother.
  1652. >She does not rule over me.
  1653. >I would never actually tell her that though.
  1654. >I already miss my moon pies.
  1655. >Farewell, diary.
  1656. > -Luna.
  1657.  
  1658.  
  1659.  
  1660. >14th June.
  1661. >Greetings, diary.
  1662. >Today I received a letter from Anonymous.
  1663. >It was an in-depth report on the internal workings of a giant snake.
  1664. >As intriguing as it was, I am not sure how to respond to it.
  1665. >Or if I should even transcribe it here.
  1666. >He spared no details.
  1667. >I shall send him a letter back asking him not to land himself in the stomachs of any more giant snakes.
  1668. >Thinking about dangerous animals, I never did get that Northern Nightreaver Vampire Bat.
  1669. >I know what I am doing tomorrow.
  1670. >Farewell, dairy.
  1671. > -Luna.
  1672.  
  1673.  
  1674.  
  1675. >15th June.
  1676. >Greetings, diary.
  1677. >I am currently sat on a mountain peak, waiting for nightfall.
  1678. >It was a whole day of flying, but I think it will have been worth it.
  1679. >The air is chilling, as is the case with anything near the northern borders.
  1680. >If memory serves, it is around this time that the bats emerge.
  1681. >Celestia is going to be livid.
  1682. >It will be wonderful.
  1683. >Farewell, diary.
  1684. > -Luna.
  1685.  
  1686.  
  1687.  
  1688. >16th June.
  1689. >Greetings, diary.
  1690. >I was thrilled to see that my old beast-mastering instincts have not been dampened by the passage of time.
  1691. >The bat I chose was the largest and most vicious looking creature in the colony.
  1692. >I have named him Filtz.
  1693. >Filtz the Northern Nightreaver Vampire Bat.
  1694. >Despite the fearsome name, they actually feed on fruit! (And small animals like rabbits and dogs).
  1695. >I have concealed him for now, and he seems very content to flutter about my chambers.
  1696. >It seems as though he feels at home amongst the dark corners and crevices of the room.
  1697. >Seeing him this happy pleases me. I pray that he lasts longer than my previous companion - Ramses.
  1698. >Celestia told me that a sheep would make a poor pet.
  1699. >I wish she hadn't have been right.
  1700. >He gave his life to protect me from a dragon.
  1701. >His woolly coat and abilities to act as a pillow shall forever be remembered.
  1702. >(Things haven't been the same since sheep acquired the knowledge to talk).
  1703. >Fun awaits me tomorrow!
  1704. >Farewell, diary.
  1705. > -Luna.
  1706.  
  1707.  
  1708.  
  1709. >17th June.
  1710. >Greetings, diary.
  1711. >Today shall be remembered in the halls of legend.
  1712. >Celestia, perched upon her chair overlooking the court, was not prepared for the sheer terror of Filtz.
  1713. >He landed on her back and began to nibble her ear, enjoying himself quite a bit. (I was watching from an open window outside).
  1714. >Celestia must have thought that it was Philomena (her phoenix) before she turned her head.
  1715. >That scream is something I shall never forget.
  1716. >The sight of my sister, so regal and powerful beyond measure, galloping around the room screaming in horror and frantically ordering the guards to "destroy" Filtz while the bat in question innocently flew after her to nibble some more is now the highlight of my month.
  1717. >Diary, whatever my previous mood, it has been alleviated today.
  1718. >Filtz has proved himself a valuable member of the Lunar Guard.
  1719. >Celestia has spent the rest of the day in her room drinking hot chocolate and whimpering.
  1720. >I said that it would be her downfall, did I not?
  1721. >Days such as this are rare, diary.
  1722. >In this grand, confusing game of life, it is a point to cherish the good times when they arrive.
  1723. >And today has indeed been -very- good.
  1724. >Farewell, diary.
  1725. > ~Luna.
  1726.  
  1727.  
  1728.  
  1729. >18th June.
  1730. >Greetings, diary.
  1731. >Filtz was surely destined to be by my side, as he has taken to joining me on my morning runs.
  1732. >A loyal and stalwart companion indeed.
  1733. >Today I read a news article about a popular musician.
  1734. >It was nothing but superlatives with no substance.
  1735. >Should I ever write an article, it would be about my experiences in the swamps of West Hooftree.
  1736. >If I recall, it is about this time of year that hydras spawn and begin rampaging about in juvenile rage.
  1737. >There is a small town in the middle of those swamps that refuses to relocate, despite the dire circumstances that plague them at this time of year.
  1738. >Some of the best guards in the garrison come from that town.
  1739. >My point is that I should find a way to trick a tabloid writer into wandering near a spawning pit.
  1740. >That should make for a fascinating read.
  1741. >It has been a slow day indeed if I am resorting to writing out psychotic fantasies.
  1742. >Farewell, diary.
  1743. > -Luna.
  1744.  
  1745.  
  1746.  
  1747. >19th June.
  1748. >Greetings, diary.
  1749. >Celestia attempted to liquefy Filtz today.
  1750. >I had to conceal him under a blanket and stuff him beneath my bed.
  1751. >Luckily, Celestia did not find him.
  1752. >I feigned innocence on the matter, stating that it is perfectly natural for an indigenous species of the northern ice peaks to find it's way here to Canterlot and land on her back during court..
  1753. >She asked me how I knew he had landed on her back. And that it was during court.
  1754. >The important part is that she did not find Filtz. Even if my backside is now rather sore.
  1755. >The summer sun celebration is tomorrow!
  1756. >Anonymous had better be prepared, for I shall show no quarter when I unleash a barrage of pressing questions and royal doctrine.
  1757. >I actually cannot imagine myself doing that to him.
  1758. >Damnable human. Why must he captivate me so?
  1759. >Farewell, diary.
  1760. > -Luna.
  1761.  
  1762.  
  1763.  
  1764. >20th June. (Summer sun celebration!)
  1765. >Greetings, diary.
  1766. >I awake in high spirits. The plan is to arrive in Ponyville within the next 2 hours, so I shall finish this entry and rush to get something to eat.
  1767. >Celestia said I cannot raid the kitchens, but she is still asleep. While I have a schedule and an empty stomach.
  1768. >I hope that Anonymous will not still be asleep by the time I get to Ponyville. 3 in the morning is a normal time to wake, is it not?
  1769. >Should he still be resting, I shall rouse him from his slumber.
  1770. >It is a shame that I cannot enter his dreams.
  1771. >I wonder what he dreams about.
  1772. >I wonder what Twilight dreams about.
  1773. >There's that headache again.
  1774. >Write later, I must go.
  1775. >Farewell for now, diary.
  1776. > -Luna.
  1777.  
  1778. >Greetings, diary.
  1779. >I might have overestimated when Anonymous wakes up.
  1780. >Ponyville was playing host to a few late night celebrations when I flew overhead. Anonymous was not among them, however.
  1781. >I let myself into his house.
  1782. >He wouldn't mind, would he?
  1783. >Technically it is my house. I bought it.
  1784. >I am sat next to his bed, writing this.
  1785. >He looks rather endearing whilst snoring ever so lightly.
  1786. >He is stirring, will update later when I have the time.
  1787. > -Luna.
  1788.  
  1789. >Greetings, diary.
  1790. >He did not appreciate me "breaking" into his home, but was courteous nonetheless.
  1791. >I was not even called a faggot.
  1792. >Seeing him moving around and grumbling as he makes his early morning breakfast makes my heart flutter.
  1793. >He keeps looking over his shoulder and eyeing my diary.
  1794. >Perhaps he is perturbed by my writing?
  1795. >I suppose I would find it disrespectful if he was writing while I was talking.
  1796. >I just can't seem to find the words to say at the mome.//..--~
  1797.  
  1798. >He tried to swipe you from my hooves.
  1799. >I shall keep you safe from now on and only write when necessary.
  1800. > -Luna.
  1801.  
  1802.  
  1803.  
  1804. >20th June.
  1805. >Greetings, diary.
  1806. >I has been a long day indeed.
  1807. >Fitting, since this was the longest day of the year.
  1808. >Anonymous and I fought for the first time.
  1809. >He was intent on reading the contents of you.
  1810. >I stopped him in his tracks, but he did not give up easily.
  1811. >"What are you writing? I just want to see!"
  1812. >Well, I was not putting up with such intrusive questions.
  1813. >So I sent him flying into the next room with shockwave, the same way I did in the interrogation room.
  1814. >He did not react the same way as he did then and counter-attacked by throwing a chair at me.
  1815. >I caught it with my magic before it hit me, but my clever Anonymous must have seen that coming, because he physically tackled me to the floor while I was occupied.
  1816. >If I must admit, it was one of the most exhilarating things I have done in recent months.
  1817. >The fight in the courtroom was bigger in scale, but fighting Anonymous in a sort of 'duel for my diary' had a much larger impact on me.
  1818. >I found myself laughing with glee as he chased me around his house.
  1819. >Not since my bout with Celestia have I felt such an adrenaline rush.
  1820. >I hope to do this more often.
  1821. >Naturally, my training was put to good use and I won in the end.
  1822. >Anonymous used my side as a pillow as he lay panting on his living room floor.
  1823. >As I write this down, I find myself grinning. Feeling his head buried in my coat following an early morning brawl was ever so romantic.
  1824. >I could not have asked for a more fantastic way to start the day.
  1825. >The day itself was wonderful.
  1826. >Anonymous was by my side all throughout, and Twilight Sparkle seemed to keep her distance.
  1827. >We talked, and laughed, and I met the pony that had been transformed into a snake.
  1828. >Fluttershy.
  1829. >The poor pony looked rather shell-shocked.
  1830. >Still, the town was bustling with activity, and I found myself growing more comfortable by the minute.
  1831. >One very amusing moment happened when we were confronted by Rarity.
  1832.  
  1833. >(Rarity is one of the bearers of the elements and one of Anonymous' friends.)
  1834. >According to Anonymous, upon hearing about the details of my birthday, Rarity was utterly horrified.
  1835. >She then, as evidenced by a large bruise on Anonymous' leg, assaulted him with a rolling pin.
  1836. >The pony in question apologised profusely to me for Anonymous' actions and begged that I forgave him.
  1837. >I was not sure what he was to apologise for, but it opened a -very- enlightening route for conversation.
  1838. >Anonymous was devastated that I slept on the floor, and was worried that he had offended me by occupying my bed.
  1839. >Rarity was livid that he would treat a princess in such a way, and Anonymous was too scared to write me a letter apologising for his actions.
  1840. >To be completely honest, I thought the look he gave me that morning was one of missed opportunity, not dread.
  1841. >Thinking back on it, it is rather humorous.
  1842. >This entire misunderstanding had caused me so much inner turmoil, but in the end it was merely nothing.
  1843. >I am glad that Anonymous does not see me in such a way.
  1844. >He was much quieter than normal today.
  1845. >I was forced to take the lead in our talks, and he seemed content to simply watch me talk with attentive eyes and a calm expression.
  1846. >Being listened to is quite lovely. Especially by someone you care for.
  1847. >The rest of the day was spent sampling food, enjoying the celebrations and stealing glances at each other.
  1848. >That is, I looked at Anonymous as I normally would.
  1849. >He was stealing glances at me all day, and quickly looking away as if trying to hide something.
  1850. >But he still seemed to enjoy himself greatly, and was sorrowful when I had to return to the castle.
  1851. >His final request before I went was that I would stay in contact.
  1852. >And also that I should give him my diary.
  1853. >I hit him for that.
  1854. >He didn't care, and we hugged.
  1855. >Such a wonderful feeling.
  1856. >(3 minutes 4 seconds.)
  1857. >Today has been perfect.
  1858. >Current mood: Elated.
  1859. >Farewell, diary.
  1860. > ~Luna.
  1861.  
  1862.  
  1863.  
  1864. >21st June.
  1865. >Greetings, diary.
  1866. >I have been thinking about yesterday (of course) and I have come to a conclusion regarding my feelings about Anonymous.
  1867. >I would not mind spending every day around him.
  1868. >A simple realisation, but important.
  1869. >Celestia told me that the perfect partner is someone you can see each and every day without fail and still smile at the thought of.
  1870. >A partner who brings joy to your thoughts and warms your heart.
  1871. >Someone who inspires security when all else seems grim.
  1872. >And I think Anonymous embodies those qualities.
  1873. >He shares many interests with me. Stargazing. Reading. Random acts of violence.
  1874. >My thoughts are occupied by him daily, and yet I find that I don't reject them.
  1875. >Rather, I embrace the notion of him integrating into my life.
  1876. >And so I have concocted a plan.
  1877. >Celestia mentioned that ponies who are in love will meet outside of celebrations, on ordinary days such as this and enjoy each others company.
  1878. >Therefore, I see no reason why I should not propose such an idea to Anonymous.
  1879. >I have already drawn up a letter explaining my plan in a clear and well thought out manner.
  1880. >"Dear Anonymous."
  1881. >(I feel we are on such terms now).
  1882. >"We should eat food together. Please accept. - Princess Luna."
  1883. >The plan is to meet him in a public setting, perhaps Ponyville. Then eat at a restaurant.
  1884. >Consuming food in each other's presence shall advance our relationship further.
  1885. >How, exactly, I am not sure. Celestia did not provide adequate information. But I shall take her advice and hope for the best.
  1886. >At worst, the meal shall be a total catastrophe and ponies will die.
  1887. >At best, I get to hug Anonymous. Perhaps even kiss him.
  1888. >(I have been practising in a mirror today. Though I think a maid might have caught me.).
  1889. >Farewell, diary.
  1890. > -Luna.
  1891.  
  1892.  
  1893.  
  1894. >22nd June.
  1895. >Greetings, diary.
  1896. >Anonymous was prompt with his response.
  1897. >"Sounds like a great idea, should we meet at my place or Canterlot?"
  1898. >I am used to his manner of speaking by now. And I know that by 'his place' he refers to Ponyville. But he seems open to the notion of eating in Canterlot.
  1899. >It has been over a month since he was last here.
  1900. >Are the citizens of Canterlot prepared for him?
  1901. >His initial arrival was met with great fear and hostility. I do not want them to feel afraid.
  1902. >Anonymous is kind, and gentle.
  1903. >He is not deserving of hatred.
  1904. >Bringing him to Canterlot and exposing the public to his pleasant nature is surely the way forward!
  1905. >That way, I can enjoy his company, and Canterlot can become more comfortable with him being amongst them.
  1906. >A sound plan, if I do say so.
  1907. >I shall invite him to the city, where we can partake in food from a highly rated restaurant.
  1908. >Farewell, diary.
  1909. > -Luna.
  1910.  
  1911.  
  1912.  
  1913. >23nd June.
  1914. >Greetings, diary.
  1915. >I have sent a letter in response to Anonymous asking him to come to Canterlot.
  1916. >It shall happen on the 25th of June. So I have a day to prepare for him.
  1917. >I have had an aide compile a list of potential restaurants for us to visit.
  1918. >Only the best shall be chosen for Anonymous.
  1919. >All I hope for is that he enjoys himself.
  1920. >And maybe gives me a kiss.
  1921. >I would like that.
  1922. >Very much.
  1923. >I have taken to locking my chambers when practising.
  1924. >Such actions are normal, no? Would you not prepare for a battle by sparring with soldiers and honing your magic?
  1925. >Why should I not hone my skills as the greatest kisser in Equestria?
  1926. >I have found that thanks to my Alicorn biology, I can hold my breath for 8 minutes and 23 seconds.
  1927. >Surely this shall be long enough for the kissing to take place.
  1928. >Yes, I shall dazzle him with my ways.
  1929. >Perhaps I should recruit Celestia to assist me in this matter.
  1930. >She is always willing to help me.
  1931. >Farewell, diary.
  1932. > -Luna.
  1933.  
  1934.  
  1935.  
  1936. >24th June.
  1937. >Greetings, diary.
  1938. >I requested that Celestia passionately kiss me on the lips today while she was partaking in drinks and biscuits.
  1939. >She sprayed tea all over me.
  1940. >The answer was also "No".
  1941. >Followed by "Don't ever ask me that again".
  1942. >When asked why that was her answer, she replied that she had not indulged in those sorts of fantasies for centuries.
  1943. >The implications are disturbing to say the least.
  1944. >I shall not ask her again.
  1945. >Regardless, I feel that I am ready for Anonymous when he arrives tomorrow.
  1946. >I am feeling rather energetic, perhaps I shall take Filtz out for a run.
  1947. >He has rather taken to being out in the sunlight, as well as the moon.
  1948. >Such a faithful companion.
  1949. >Farewell, diary.
  1950. > -Luna.
  1951.  
  1952.  
  1953.  
  1954. >25th June.
  1955. >Greetings, diary.
  1956. >Today has been the wor..///--
  1957. >Today has been ter//--..
  1958. >Current mood: Furious beyond measure.
  1959. >Even now as I try to put quill to paper, I find that I am putting so much magical strain on my quills that I am snapping them under pressure.
  1960. >The evening with Anonymous was nothing short of a complete and utter failure.
  1961. >We met at the train station, as we did before. I decided that perhaps an escort was not necessary this time.
  1962. >When he walked off that train, my heart leapt.
  1963. >Rarity had put together the most fantastic looking suit. It fit him perfectly.
  1964. >That was the highlight of our evening together.
  1965. >The moment he and I began to stroll to the first restaurant the whispers began.
  1966. >Alicorns have an acute sense of hearing. Not so powerful that we can hear through solid walls, but we tend to hear everything going on in a room.
  1967. >Everything.
  1968. >Our walk to the restaurant was plagued with background chatter of a most vile sort.
  1969. >Whispers all around me.
  1970. >Anonymous could not hear them, but the look on his face told me that he knew what was occurring.
  1971. >The public uttered dark things amongst themselves.
  1972. >Cowards. All of the///-..
  1973. >Cowards. All of them.
  1974. >Once we arrived, the owner of the restaurant was uneasy, and scared to let us in.
  1975. >One glare from me was enough to convince him otherwise.
  1976. >Anonymous ordered his food, and I ordered mine.
  1977. >The other patrons around us.
  1978. >How they whispered.
  1979. >They insulted my love. They insulted me.
  1980. >Everything about us they muttered amongst themselves, trying to remain civil and smiling on the surface.
  1981. >I heard them, though.
  1982. >The things they said were like wasps in my ears.
  1983. >Always there. Unremitting.
  1984. >Anonymous tried to talk, and he forced a smile.
  1985. >The entire experience was toxic. It took every ounce of my willpower not to unleash my fury.
  1986. >The meal itself was satisfactory.
  1987. >We left the moment it was over. The owner did not approach me for payment.
  1988. >Not that he deserved any.
  1989.  
  1990. >The walk back the castle was very much the same.
  1991. >Why do they reject him so?
  1992. >How can they be so close-minded?
  1993. >Ponyvillians are different, they laughed and smiled around him.
  1994. >Canterlites. They are scum.
  1995. >The lowest form of scu//..- SCUM.
  1996. >They sit upon their ivory towers, glaring down at those who dare to be different.
  1997. >The social circles treat any who would dare to exist outside their norms as pariahs.
  1998. >Disgusting filth.
  1999. >I could have crushed them, diary.
  2000. >How I wanted to unleash my rage and reduce that entire building to nothing but rubble.
  2001. >I have not felt rage this pure in -very- long time.
  2002. >I had hoped never to feel such anger again.
  2003. >And yet here I am. With broken quills scattered on my stone floor and my entire body trembling.
  2004. >The change in atmosphere was instant the moment we passed through the castle gates.
  2005. >Friendly guards replaced the vile civilians.
  2006. >One even greeted Anonymous with a smile and a nod.
  2007. >I did not see Celestia on my way up to my chambers.
  2008. >Anonymous was silent.
  2009. >I fear that he felt he was responsible for what had transpired this evening.
  2010. >Of course he wasn't.
  2011. >None of it was.
  2012. >The disgusting mentality of this city is to blame.
  2013. >And granted my own wishes, I would slaughter those that dared to speak ill of my love.
  2014. >I feel tired, diary.
  2015. >Writing this down has calmed me somewhat.
  2016. >Anonymous is lying in my bed, asleep.
  2017. >He is still in his suit.
  2018. >I shall not leave him alone, however.
  2019. >My bed may be small, perhaps even too small to accommodate the pair of us.
  2020. >But I will simply hold him closer.
  2021. >I shall lie with him tonight.
  2022. >His presence reassures me.
  2023. >I tried so hard not to care, dairy. But it was not the same as my birthday.
  2024. >The things they said when they thought I was out of earshot and without escort.
  2025. >It was too much. I thought I could handle it.
  2026. >I must go now.
  2027. >Anonymous needs me.
  2028. >And I need him.
  2029. >Farewell, diary.
  2030. > -Luna.
  2031.  
  2032. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-er2J0UQ2Vw
  2033.  
  2034. ---
  2035. Part 5
  2036. ---
  2037.  
  2038. >26th June.
  2039. >Greetings, diary.
  2040. >The events of last night will surely haunt me, but in a way, I am no longer perturbed by them.
  2041. >I am happy to report that I feel much calmer.
  2042. >Almost tranquil, as if a dark cloud has been dispersed and made way for the sun.
  2043. >I awoke in the arms of Anonymous.
  2044. >If I had to describe it, I would say it felt right.
  2045. >Just right.
  2046. >I awoke with a jump, I am unsure why but this caused Anonymous to also awaken.
  2047. >The smile on his face when he saw me looking into his eyes instantly alleviated my mood.
  2048. >We held each other's gaze for a while, and spent a long time simply lying in each other's embrace.
  2049. >No words were spoken.
  2050. >Just Anonymous and I, basking in the warmth of my chambers.
  2051. >I have no doubt in my mind that that moment alone is the reason behind my current demeanour.
  2052. >One way to describe it would be liberating.
  2053. >I feel liberated from doubt, and fear. Strange how simply spending a morning with one you love can do that.
  2054. >The rest of the morning was carried out in the very same sort of silence.
  2055. >We spoke barely a single utterance, and were content to drift alongside one another, enjoying the morning's food and warmth of the day.
  2056. >I saw Celestia as I was walking down a hall alongside my love.
  2057. >She simply offered a small smile, then departed, as though not wanting to hinder us.
  2058. >From an outsider's perspective, it must have seemed strange, to see neither one of us talking to one another, as though something was amiss. The truth could not be further from it.
  2059. >The morning was peaceful. No pointless drama or resentment.
  2060. >I suppose this must be what it feels like to have finally obtained the human of my affection.
  2061.  
  2062. >There was a moment whereupon I glanced at him as he was passing a window.
  2063. >The sun hit him in such a way that he seemed almost divine in nature, a shining angel from up high sent to accompany me.
  2064. >Reading that back to myself, I can't help but laugh.
  2065. >"Shining angel"? What has Celestia done to me? (I shall try not to dip into such sickeningly sweet metaphor again).
  2066. >Anonymous left for Ponyville. I accompanied him to the train station with an escort this time.
  2067. >The citizens muttered their petty complaints to themselves once more, but I cared not.
  2068. >I truly mean that.
  2069. >My good mood is indomitable.
  2070. >Anonymous shall continue to send me letters, and he even invited me to live with him in Ponyville.
  2071. >The idea was laughable, but a laugh without malice. More a laugh of endearment.
  2072. >I was touched that he wished to spend each day in my company.
  2073. >My royal duties are sporadic, however. And I need to remain in Canterlot by sister's side in case she requires my assistance. (Teleporting to and from Ponyville would be exhausting).
  2074. >Anonymous also has work of his own in Ponyville, as well as obligations to various ponies to uphold.
  2075. >I am proud of how well he has integrated into our society.
  2076. >I don't even see him as an alien being any more.
  2077. >He is simply Anonymous.
  2078. >My Anonymous.
  2079. >Farewell, diary.
  2080. > ~Luna.
  2081.  
  2082.  
  2083.  
  2084. >27th June
  2085. >Greetings, diary.
  2086. >Anonymous has returned safely to Ponyville, and he sent me a letter to confirm.
  2087. >My collection of his letters is growing steadily, I am thinking of creating a sort of archive for them.
  2088. >Though I think that might appear somewhat off-putting.
  2089. >They are my letters, however. I can do with them as I wish. I shall simply not tell Anonymous.
  2090. >(Note to self: Create letter archive - store with moonflower).
  2091. >I have spoken with Celestia of that night's events.
  2092. >A most dangerous look crossed her face ever so briefly as I described what the citizens had uttered.
  2093. >But it was gone the instant it had arrived, replaced by her ordinary serene smile.
  2094. >She was happy that Anonymous and I had grown closer. As am I.
  2095. >The rest of the day was spent exercising and teaching Filtz to do various tasks.
  2096. >He compliments my character perfectly, and I enjoy feeding him oranges from my hoof.
  2097. >Farewell, dairy.
  2098. > -Luna.
  2099.  
  2100.  
  2101.  
  2102. >28th June.
  2103. >Greetings, diary.
  2104. >Discord managed to find a way into Celestia's bed chambers (again) and has dressed each and every member of the Solar Guard in comically oversized gala dresses.
  2105. >I must admit, the sight of a stallion dressed entirely in garish pink while trying to maintain his composure before me was highly amusing.
  2106. >I spent at least 5 minutes staring down one such guard as he attempted to remain professional.
  2107. >His look of discomfort made me laugh.
  2108. >My laugh made him even more uncomfortable.
  2109. >Eventually, Celestia tracked down the beast and forced him to reverse his shenanigans.
  2110. >How, I am unsure. But I heard a distant screaming on the winds at lunch time.
  2111. >Sister can be very foreboding.
  2112. >I shall write to Anonymous on the matter. He will enjoy such an escapade.
  2113. >Farewell, diary.
  2114. > -Luna.
  2115.  
  2116.  
  2117.  
  2118. >29th June.
  2119. >Greetings, diary.
  2120. >I have sent Anonymous a letter:
  2121. >"My darling Anonymous."
  2122. >I enjoyed writing that opening. It feels as though it makes our relationship much more official to scrawl it on paper.
  2123. >"Discord dressed the guards in Celestia's clothing. It was humorous. With love - Luna."
  2124. >The first of no doubt many letters.
  2125. >Though I confess that there has been one thought that has been troubling me.
  2126. >Anonymous is young for a human, according to him. How much longer will his life last?
  2127. >He has told me that the average human lifespan is around 80 years.
  2128. >Do I truly have such a short amount of time with him?
  2129. >Had I the ability to make him immortal I would do so in an instant.
  2130. >But it still frightens me to imagine him being weathered down by the sands of time.
  2131. >I shall think of something.
  2132. >Anonymous is my first love, and I shall do my duty as his to ensure that he spends the rest of eternity alongside me.
  2133. >(Does that seem mad? It sounds quite mad when I read it back to myself).
  2134. >Farewell, diary.
  2135. > -Luna.
  2136.  
  2137.  
  2138.  
  2139. >30th June.
  2140. >Greetings, diary!
  2141. >Anonymous has replied (with great haste, might I add):
  2142. >"Hey there, sweetcheeks."
  2143. >I shall destroy every bone in his body should he call me that again. (No I won't).
  2144. >"Discord sounds more and more like someone I would enjoy hanging out with. Also, you said you liked poems, so I thought I would write you one."
  2145. >Poetry? How wonderful! I'm sure that whatever Anonymous writes shall be the most mentally engaging piece.
  2146. >"Oh pony of blue mane, you're kind of insane. Your butt is soft, and mood quite aloft. I'm glad we could bond, so please do respond."
  2147. >Diary, as much as I love my human. That was the worst thing I have ever read (bar that magazine article on that musician I read a while ago) and pray that he never writes anything so terrible again.
  2148. >That being said, I cannot bear to hurt his feelings, so I shall tell him subtly that it requires improvement.
  2149. >Filtz has developed a habit of raiding the castle kitchens in search of fruit.
  2150. >I shall ask him to steal a moon pie whenever he does so in the future.
  2151. >Farewell, diary.
  2152. > -Luna.
  2153.  
  2154.  
  2155.  
  2156. >1st July.
  2157. >Greetings, dairy.
  2158. >I spent most of the night contemplating how to tell Anonymous what he needs to know without making him feel bad.
  2159. >This was the result (I'm quite proud of it):
  2160. >"My darling Anonymous."
  2161. >"Stop writing poetry. Do not call me 'sweetcheeks'. I love you. -Luna."
  2162. >Perfect, is it not?
  2163. >Hopefully he sees the errors of his ways and crafts a masterpiece.
  2164. >I showed Filtz my moonflower today.
  2165. >He tried to eat it.
  2166. >I told him that should he lay a fang on it, I shall launch him into the sun.
  2167. >He did not eat it.
  2168. >(He's such a good bat).
  2169. >My aid was requested today by a noble. Apparently there is a dispute between his family and another.
  2170. >I care little for the squabbling of nobles, but they fund the royal treasury, and I would hate for my private accounts to suffer because I did not muster the courage to endure some bickering.
  2171. >Tomorrow I am to meet with them.
  2172. >Farewell, diary.
  2173. > -Luna.
  2174.  
  2175.  
  2176.  
  2177. >2nd July.
  2178. >Greetings, diary.
  2179. >The meeting with the nobles went very wel|//-...
  2180. >It went very unwell.
  2181. >I appeared before both families. They were arguing over the rights to some farmland, and there had been a miscommunication involving the deed to the fields.
  2182. >Both families claimed ownership.
  2183. >Using some tricks I gathered from Celestia, I attempted to settle the dispute by giving each family half the farmland.
  2184. >They seemed reluctant at first.
  2185. >The wife of one of the nobles muttered to her husband that she did not feel comfortable taking suggestions from a pony that consorted with monsters.
  2186. >I set her mane on fire.
  2187. >She screamed.
  2188. >A lot.
  2189. >The families panicked and I resorted to suspending them in the air, much like I do with the garrison every morning.
  2190. >But while the garrison is completely indifferent (some guards do not even pause what they were doing, some even reading the newspaper upside down) the families were traumatised.
  2191. >Angered by their lack of control and rationality, I put them all to sleep then spent the next hour visiting them in their dreams and planting the idea that they should be more open minded about other pony's relationships. (Also that they should share the farm land).
  2192. >Then I left, but not before stamping out the mare's smouldering mane.
  2193. >I do not care for what they say regarding my love, but that does not mean I will tolerate blatant insults.
  2194. >Some might say this means that I -do- care.
  2195. >Such ponies would be wrong. I am Princess Luna. Therefore I am justified in my actions. (Most of the time).
  2196. >At least Anonymous respects my violent tendencies.
  2197. >He loves me just the way I am. So I shall remain as I always have.
  2198. >Farewell, diary.
  2199. > -Luna.
  2200.  
  2201.  
  2202.  
  2203. >3rd July.
  2204. >Greetings, diary.
  2205. >Anonymous has sent another letter, and I shall read it right now:
  2206. >"My dearest and most venerated Princess Luna - Queen of the dreamscape and mistress of night."
  2207. >His flattery shall be rewarded. Handsomely.
  2208. >"I shall not rest until I have created a poem of such beauty that it reduces dragons to tears."
  2209. >Anonymous must educate himself on dragon society. They are really quite emotional beasts and crying is not uncommon.
  2210. >"Anywho, got a new job! It's an upgrade from working at Applejack's all day. Now I'm helping out Rarity make dresses. It's not really my kind of thing, but it's nice to get a bit more money and to work indoors for a change. Love you too. -Anonymous."
  2211. >Glorious! I shall send him my congrat//--...
  2212. >There appears to be a footnote that I have missed.
  2213. >"P.S: Be more careful when sealing your letters, the last few I have received have arrived with broken seals."
  2214. >That is peculiar.
  2215. >I always ensure that the letters are sealed before sending them away to Ponyville.
  2216. >No matter, I shall be more careful in future.
  2217. >Farewell, diary.
  2218. > -Luna.
  2219.  
  2220.  
  2221.  
  2222. >4th July.
  2223. >Greetings, diary.
  2224. >A pony decided to launch a firework this morning. It woke up all of Canterlot.
  2225. >I was already awake, of course. But the ponies in the city looked very disgruntled to be up at 5am.
  2226. >Whoever that pony was, I should find them and thank them.
  2227. >Those damned civilians need to get up early every once in a while.
  2228. >Filtz has mapped out the entire castle, as well as much of the surrounding areas.
  2229. >As a result, he is happy to fly about everywhere when I am not tending to him.
  2230. >He landed on a guard's head today. He screamed. (The guard, not the bat. That would be silly).
  2231. >I suppose I should have mentioned that Northern Nightreaver Vampire Bats are quite large, bigger than owls and other creatures of the night.
  2232. >This also is a key factor as to why Celestia lost her mind when she was "viscously assaulted" by the "great winged monstrosity".
  2233. >Filtz is no monstrosity. He is a gentle, warm hearted creature that just so happens to feed on blood from time to time.
  2234. >He is my faithful companion, and I love him very much.
  2235. >He is currently sleeping on my head.
  2236. >His wings are draped on either side of my face.
  2237. >It is most endearing.
  2238. >Farewell, diary.
  2239. > -Luna.
  2240.  
  2241.  
  2242.  
  2243. >5th July.
  2244. >Greetings, diary.
  2245. >I have written a letter to Anonymous in response to his previous note:
  2246. >"My darling Anonymous."
  2247. >"Glad you have a new job. Rarity is a good pony. My letters shall be more secure. Respond soon. -Luna."
  2248. >I have made sure to stamp it with a seal 3 times in order to make them more secure during their journey to Ponyville.
  2249. >Celestia and Twilight Sparkle have instant scroll teleportation magic through Spike.
  2250. >Perhaps I should steal him away and use him for my own gains.
  2251. >I send my letters through the postal service, of course. As does Anonymous. I could send my letters through Spike, but that would seem rude. (From what I hear, he gets enough abuse as it is).
  2252. >But why he does not use the dragon as he did when we first began exchanging letters perplexes me.
  2253. >Regardless, the postal service is quick and effective. And I admire the diligence of the ponies who take it upon themselves to ensure that the letters reach their destinations as quickly as possible.
  2254. >I shall have to send them my thanks for their services.
  2255. >Farewell, diary.
  2256. > -Luna.
  2257.  
  2258.  
  2259.  
  2260. >6th July.
  2261. >Greetings, diary.
  2262. >A most amusing thing occurred today.
  2263. >My faithful guard, who I believe is called 'Dusky' contracted pony flu.
  2264. >Still, he insisted on standing outside my door, sniffling and attempting to halt those that might bother me.
  2265. >At one point this afternoon, he saluted me as I walked past.
  2266. >Out of curiosity, I reached forward and tapped his chest.
  2267. >He immediately crumpled to the floor, asleep.
  2268. >(He dreams about the oddest things).
  2269. >I carried him to the barracks and left him by the door with a note asking his commanding officer to give him the day off.
  2270. >His commitment is admirable, but I shall not have my guards be incapable of doing anything.
  2271. >Celestia shouted at a noble today.
  2272. >He started crying.
  2273. >I found the two of them hugging later on.
  2274. >Sister is a mother to these ponies, I do not know how she puts up with them for such long periods of time.
  2275. >They drive me to insanity.
  2276. >Farewell, diary.
  2277. > -Luna.
  2278.  
  2279.  
  2280.  
  2281. >7th July.
  2282. >Greetings, diary.
  2283. >A letter from Anonymous has arrived! (The seal was broken again. I shall be having words with the post office for their insubordination. Speed of delivery is no excuse for damaged goods).
  2284. >I shall transcribe it post-haste. (I created a pun!)
  2285. >"Hey, Luna."
  2286. >I often wonder how calling someone food came to become a slang greeting. Perhaps I shall never know.
  2287. >"Twilight has been acting up lately. She keeps annoying me day after day. It's starting to get on my nerves. I like the girl, sure. But she's pushing for something more, even though I've told her I'm with you."
  2288. >This poses a great problem indeed. I shall pay a visit to Ponyville in the future to resolve this issue.
  2289. >"The job at Rarity's is going great. She's a wonderful boss to me, as well as a close friend. She's not as pushy for details on everything I do as Twilight is."
  2290. >Once more Twilight Sparkle makes an appearance. This troubles me.
  2291. >"Making a lot of bits from the job, might even be able to afford another trip to Canterlot to see you soon (fingers crossed!)"
  2292. >What does the crossing of fingers mean? Another visit from my beloved sounds absolutely glorious.
  2293. >"Hope to see you soon. -Anonymous"
  2294. >"PS: How do I deal with Twilight?"
  2295. >Twilight Sparkle seems adamant to admit that Anonymous and I are an item. And thinking back, she seems to have grown quite attached to him over time.
  2296. >Should I intervene, diary? Or should I wait for it to resolve itself?
  2297. >As I mentioned before, a trip to Ponyville would help to resolve this, but it might upset Twilight Sparkle.
  2298. >Contrary to popular belief, I do not dislike the mare. She is wise beyond her years, if not a bit naive.
  2299. >(I suppose calling -her- naive makes me a hypocrite).
  2300. >Nevertheless, such a startling display of arrogance from Twilight Sparkle shall not be met with kindness.
  2301. >I shall be quick to inform her that her actions are not appreciated.
  2302. >I should write her a letter!
  2303. >Farewell, diary.
  2304. > -Luna.
  2305.  
  2306.  
  2307.  
  2308. >8th July.
  2309. >Greetings, diary.
  2310. >I have composed a letter to Twilight Sparkle.
  2311. >It shall surely fix this problem.
  2312. >"Dear Ms. Twilight Sparkle."
  2313. >"Anonymous is my human. Get your own. - Princess Luna."
  2314. >Should another human suddenly appear in Equestria, she is more than welcome to indulge and claim him for herself.
  2315. >But Anonymous is my beloved.
  2316. >Our bond is unbreakable.
  2317. >We have eaten moon-pies together.
  2318. >He has given me a flower crafted with his own two hands!
  2319. >We have battled one another over this very diary!
  2320. >Such an attachment cannot be despoiled by the actions of an insolent little unicorn, and I feel that I got that across in my letter.
  2321. >I feel no regrets sending it to her.
  2322. >A letter was also written to Anonymous (Triple stamped once more).
  2323. >"My darling Anonymous."
  2324. >"Instructed Twilight Sparkle to go away. You're mine. I love you. Pleased to hear the job is going well. Would enjoy seeing you again. - Luna."
  2325. >This should reassure him.
  2326. >I shall wait and see. I have no doubt that it will work.
  2327. >Farewell, diary.
  2328. > -Luna.
  2329.  
  2330.  
  2331.  
  2332. >9th July.
  2333. >Greetings, dairy.
  2334. >By now, Twilight Sparkle will have received her instructions. She will not defy a princess, no matter how much she desires to.
  2335. >In light of developments, I attempted to see into her dreams.
  2336. >This was met with complications.
  2337. >The moment I even thought about seeing her dreams, I developed a great headache.
  2338. >Despite this, I pushed forward and attempted to enter her mind.
  2339. >This only caused the headache to intensify, and I was forced to sever the link between our minds before I could even enter the dream due to an unfathomable agony coursing through my head.
  2340. >I have noted that this has happened before, it seems that thinking about Twilight Sparkle's dreams induces headaches.
  2341. >It cannot possibly be a coincidence, and I fear that Twilight may be guarding her mind from intrusion.
  2342. >Such magic is powerful, and ordinary unicorns cannot manage such a mental barrier.
  2343. >Then again, Twilight Sparkle is no ordinary unicorn.
  2344. >Celestia knows what to look for in a student.
  2345. >I shall have to be cautious when proceeding. I do not enjoy being barricaded out of dreams. I like to know what makes a pony tick, and with both Anonymous and now Twilight seemingly being immune to my dreamwalking, I feel an unusual sense of helplessness.
  2346. >The journey to Ponyville shall have to happen sooner rather than later.
  2347. >Farewell, diary.
  2348. > -Luna.
  2349.  
  2350.  
  2351.  
  2352. >10th July.
  2353. >Greetings, diary.
  2354. >Anonymous has sent me yet another letter:
  2355. >"Luna. I'm getting worried."
  2356. >And now I am as well.
  2357. >"Your letters keep arriving in the mail with their seals broken, and the last one was even crumpled slightly. I am friends with the mailpony, and she may be clumsy, but she treats my letters with utmost care. She tells me that they arrive at the post office broken. Is it a problem on your end?"
  2358. >It most certainly is not. I took my last letter to the Royal Post Office personally. And I watched it leave for Ponyville.
  2359. >"Twilight is starting to scare me. She looks more desperate each day, her mane is messy and her eyes are bloodshot. I'm writing this letter with my back to my front door, Luna. She's outside right now. She's been reading so many books lately and I don't think she's slept."
  2360. >This letter is getting more disturbing the more I read. Anonymous' handwriting is scrawled, and rushed.
  2361. >"She's my friend, Luna. I don't want to hurt her, but she just. Won't. Stop."
  2362. >"Help. - Anonymous."
  2363. >It is even more troubling that this letter also arrived with a broken seal.
  2364. >As much as I dislike thinking about it, and as troubling as the implications are.
  2365. >Someone is reading our letters.
  2366. >Farewell, diary.
  2367. > -Luna.
  2368.  
  2369.  
  2370.  
  2371. >11th July.
  2372. >Greetings, diary.
  2373. >I left for Ponyville earlier this morning. The guards were eager to serve, as always, and I arrived in Ponyville within the hour.
  2374. >Anonymous was overjoyed to see me, and hugged me for a full minute before telling me what had been transpiring.
  2375. >Twilight Sparkle is rapidly becoming a problem. Her friends are concerned about her, Rarity more than most, and Anonymous is distressed because he and Twilight are close.
  2376. >He does not wish for their friendship to be compromised.
  2377. >The unicorn in question was elusive.
  2378. >She arrived on his door step very early, banging on the door incessantly and calling for him.
  2379. >I answered the door in Anonymous' place.
  2380. >The look of horror on her face was both amusing and worrisome.
  2381. >It means that she was not expecting me, which is humorous, but I cannot help imagine what she might have done had I not been there with Anonymous.
  2382. >She teleported instantly, and I did not see her for the rest of the day, even after I went looking for her.
  2383. >I cannot fathom her thought process, and the fact that I cannot see her dreams angers me.
  2384. >Why must she protect herself so? I wish to assist her in overcoming her woes!
  2385. >The rest of the day was spent with Anonymous. I watched over him with unflinching vigil.
  2386. >I shall stay with him for a few days, and we shall search for Twilight Sparkle together.
  2387. >With luck, she will avoid doing anything she will regret.
  2388. >She might be powerful, but she is not an alicorn. I can protect Anonymous whilst I am near him.
  2389. >Farewell, diary.
  2390. > -Luna.
  2391.  
  2392.  
  2393.  
  2394. >12th July.
  2395. >Greetings, diary.
  2396. >A long day of searching.
  2397. >We could not find her.
  2398. >I recruited her friends to search Ponyville, but she still remained hidden.
  2399. >She is an elusive pony when she wants to be.
  2400. >I personally questioned Spike on her whereabouts. He was insistent that he had not seen her.
  2401. >He is but a whelp, and I ordered him to stay with Fluttershy until Twilight Sparkle was found.
  2402. >(Fluttershy is a caring and gracious pony. She taught me to speak softly!)
  2403. >Anonymous is awake, watching me write in your pages.
  2404. >He cannot see what I am writing, though. (I am wise to his plans to peruse you).
  2405. >I am worried. He seems tired, and anxious.
  2406. >We shall sleep together tonight, as we did the previous night.
  2407. >Farewell, diary.
  2408. > -Luna.
  2409.  
  2410.  
  2411.  
  2412. >13th July.
  2413. >Greetings, diary.
  2414. >Still she evades our searches.
  2415. >I am beginning to wonder if she has enacted an invisibility spell on herself.
  2416. >They are extremely advanced, and even Celestia has trouble with persistent invisibility.
  2417. >It requires a lot of concentration to bend light around yourself in order to appear invisible, even more to maintain it. Therefore I doubt Twilight Sparkle has managed to conjure such a spell without exhausting herself.
  2418. >Anonymous is reassured by my presence, however. And I have taken to assisting Ponyvillians abolish their woes whilst I am not assisting in the searches.
  2419. >They are a kind populace. I enjoy their company far more than the ponies in Canterlot.
  2420. >Farewell, diary.
  2421. > -Luna.
  2422.  
  2423.  
  2424.  
  2425. >14th July.
  2426. >Greetings, diary.
  2427. >In a last act of desperation, I unleashed a spell on the entire town that would alert me to Twilight Sparkle's presence. (I had not done so before because I deemed it impractical. Strong magic is very taxing).
  2428. >It revealed nothing. Telling me that Twilight Sparkle has fled Ponyville.
  2429. >Where to, I cannot imagine. But she is gone.
  2430. >Rainbow Dash (another one of Anonymous' companions) offered to scout the Everfree Forest.
  2431. >When she returned, however, she too found nothing.
  2432. >I don't know what I find more unsettling, diary.
  2433. >The fact that Twilight Sparkle is missing.
  2434. >The fact that she has gone to such great lengths to remain hidden.
  2435. >Or that she is so afraid of me.
  2436. >What is she hiding? What has she done that could warrant a 4-day disappearance?
  2437. >As much as I would like to stay in Ponyville, a cruel turn of events in Canterlot has led to Celestia requesting my assistance.
  2438. >I received a letter from her this morning telling me that Discord has run amok once more, and she needs me to assist her in tracking him down.
  2439. >From one search party to another.
  2440. >I leave tomorrow, but I should like to return to Ponyville as soon as I can.
  2441. >Anonymous needs defending.
  2442. >And Twilight Sparkle must be brought to account.
  2443. >Farewell, diary.
  2444. > -Luna.
  2445.  
  2446.  
  2447.  
  2448. >15th July.
  2449. >Greetings, diary.
  2450. >Still Twilight Sparkle had not returned by the time I had to leave.
  2451. >Anonymous begged me to stay, and it tore at my heart to see him so distressed.
  2452. >Discord shall suffer the full extent of my wrath once I find him.
  2453. >I could not find Celestia once I had returned, so I assumed that she had left to hunt Discord.
  2454. >It is night time in Canterlot, and I find myself constantly looking out my window towards Ponyville.
  2455. >Such a pleasant town.
  2456. >I would not mind living there, with my Anonymous.
  2457. >Alas, I am of royal blood. And I was not blessed with a simple, short life to live out with my favourite human.
  2458. >I suppose I should be thankful. Were I not an alicorn I would never have met Anonymous in the first place.
  2459. >Such a tangled web fate weaves.
  2460. >Tomorrow I hunt for Discord.
  2461. >His meddling has cost me valuable time with my beloved.
  2462. >Farewell, diary.
  2463. > -Luna.
  2464.  
  2465.  
  2466.  
  2467. >16th July.
  2468. >Greetings, diary.
  2469. >I spent the morning hunting for the foul beast.
  2470. >To my surprise, he was taking a bath in a public fountain.
  2471. >When I encased him in an entrapment spell, he seemed confused.
  2472. >I was not about to fall for his trickery, however. And I brought him back to the castle, then imprisoned him.
  2473. >Celestia remains to be seen. Hopefully she returns to the castle soon to punish Discord.
  2474. >I can hear the beast now.
  2475. >He's doing a fine job sounding apologetic.
  2476. >I might even give him credit for such a convincing performance.
  2477. >(No I won't).
  2478. >Farewell, diary.
  2479. > -Luna.
  2480.  
  2481.  
  2482.  
  2483. >17th July.
  2484. >Greetings, diary.
  2485. >Something is horribly wrong.
  2486. >Celestia returned to the castle this morning.
  2487. >From a trip to an outlying village for a visit with their mayor.
  2488. >I queried her on her letter, and she seemed bewildered.
  2489. >I pressed both her and Discord on Discord's antics.
  2490. >They both claimed that he was innocent.
  2491. >(Though Celestia was still sore about the dresses).
  2492. >The letter I received from her was a fake.
  2493. >It was a perfect forge.
  2494. >The kind that could fool even myself.
  2495. >Only one pony has been around Celestia so much that she could create a perfect forgery.
  2496. >I have been tricked, diary.
  2497. >Twilight Sparkle has lured me away from my beloved.
  2498. >Anonymous is in danger.
  2499. >I must return to Ponyville at once.
  2500. >Farewell.
  2501. > -Luna.
  2502.  
  2503.  
  2504.  
  2505. >Diary.
  2506. >A letter from Anonymous just arrived now as I was preparing to leave.
  2507. >I am scared to open it.
  2508. >It bears an unbroken seal.
  2509. >But I must master my fear, am I not the princess of the night?
  2510. >It is but a scroll. What is there to fear?
  2511. >It is as follows:
  2512. >"Dear Princess Luna."
  2513. >"I appreciate your sentiments, but I am going to have to ask you to cease sending me letters regarding this "relationship" you have conjured into existence between us. My heart has and always will belong to Twilight Sparkle. I apologise for any complications this may have caused."
  2514. >"All the best. - Anonymous."
  2515.  
  2516. >Farewell.
  2517.  
  2518. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjQDS4nn05Q
  2519.  
  2520. ---
  2521. Part 6
  2522. ---
  2523.  
  2524. >Greetin//..
  2525.  
  2526. >Greetings, diary.
  2527. >Twilight Sparkle has returned to Ponyville.
  2528. >And now she -//__..
  2529.  
  2530. >Apologies. I am finding it difficult to write.
  2531. >I am overwhelmed at the moment.
  2532. >Once more I sit by candlelight.
  2533. >It is the 17th of July still.
  2534. >Though now it is dusk.
  2535. >I do not feel compelled to do anything.
  2536. >Writing is hard.
  2537. >I feel angry.
  2538. >Yet cannot muster the energy to unleash my fury.
  2539. >I feel distraught, almost drained.
  2540. >Yes, that seems like a much more apt description of my current emotions.
  2541. >I suppose I should transcribe what happened earlier today. Though the idea sounds extraordinarily unappealing.
  2542. >Doing so might help my mood improve. So I must. For my own sake.
  2543.  
  2544. >Twilight Sparkle outplayed me.
  2545. >I cannot believe she managed to, but she did.
  2546. >For all my power, all my magic, I fell for a simple piece of bait in that fake letter.
  2547. >After I returned to Canterlot, she made her move.
  2548. >By the time I had returned to Ponyville, she had already won.
  2549. >Anonymous now has eyes only for Twilight Sparkle.
  2550. >The very idea makes me sick to my stomach, but I saw it with my very own eyes.
  2551. >They nuzzled. They kissed. They whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears, even whilst I was there.
  2552. >I did not feel like a princess in that moment.
  2553. >I felt more like a foal.
  2554. >Excluded.
  2555. >Alone.
  2556. >Forgotten.
  2557. >How I raged at them. At him.
  2558. >I do not know what Twilight Sparkle has done to my beloved, but he looks at her with an almost animalistic lust.
  2559. >Nothing close to the way he looks at me.
  2560. >My Anonymous' gaze speaks volumes of his compassion towards me, his eyes scan me every second to ensure that I am safe. His expression is soft, and always attentive of what I have to say.
  2561. >The way he looks at Twilight Sparkle is more like a rabid animal. Overcome with instinct and desire. No deeper emotion behind it.
  2562. >Anonymous would never betray me in such a way, I refuse to believe it.
  2563. >I am going to find a way to reverse this.
  2564. >And I -WILL- get my Anonymous back.
  2565. >But first, I need to do some research.
  2566. >Farewell, diary.
  2567. > -Luna.
  2568.  
  2569.  
  2570.  
  2571. >18th July.
  2572. >Greetings, diary.
  2573. >Today marks the first day in my crusade to reclaim my beloved.
  2574. >When written like that, it seems much more professional than simply saying it in my head.
  2575. >I have been searching the archives all day.
  2576. >Though my thoughts were constantly occupied by the sights I had witnessed yesterday.
  2577. >Such a revolting thing to behold.
  2578. >Twilight Sparkle nuzzling and hugging -my- human.
  2579. >Only I may hug him.
  2580. >Does that seem overprotective?
  2581. >Possibly. But the thoughts only served to fuel my ambitions, and I scoured high and low in our most secret vaults for clues.
  2582. >The answer was actually rather simple, but disturbing.
  2583. >If I am to believe what I have seen, Anonymous' sudden obliviousness to our previous passions, his fixation with Twilight Sparkle, and her abrupt reappearance, I am to conclude something I had my suspicions about, but did not wish to confront.
  2584. >Love magic.
  2585. >An ancient and extremely potent power.
  2586. >Entire civilisations have crumbled due to the power of love, and that is no figure of speech.
  2587. >Princess Cadence, though deceptively kind and quite a pacifist at heart, embodies such power.
  2588. >I watched her obliterate an entire army simply by loving her husband.
  2589. >A terrible and ominous power indeed.
  2590. >Twilight Sparkle has close relations with Princess Cadence.
  2591. >Perhaps Sparkle visited her in her absence and procured her aid?
  2592. >I should not rule out such a possibility, but I must not be so ready to accuse Cadence of treachery.
  2593. >The symptoms Anonymous had shown would not be out of Cadence's area of expertise, but Twilight Sparkle could also easily fashion such magic by herself.
  2594. >Sister once told me of a 'want it need it' spell of Twilight Sparkle's design.
  2595. >The archives shall be searched again for any clues as to what exactly has happened to my beloved.
  2596. >(Filtz has been very supportive of me since this has happened. I am glad that he too hasn't flown off to rut Twilight Sparkle).
  2597. >Farewell, diary.
  2598. > -Luna.
  2599.  
  2600.  
  2601.  
  2602. >19th July.
  2603. >Greetings, diary.
  2604. >After a full day in the archives, I have found an old tome on love magic.
  2605. >It seems to be more complicated than I had originally anticipated.
  2606. >According to the book, there are 5 strains of love magic.
  2607. >The first is "Love Empowerment".
  2608. >This tree leapfrogs off other spells. By adding a strong sense of emotion, attachment or inspiration drawn from a pony they desire, the caster can unleash powerful magics.
  2609. >I think the most prominent example would be when Princess Cadence fended off the changelings, as I have mentioned before.
  2610. >But I doubt that this tree was utilised by Twilight Sparkle, as Anonymous did not appear harmed in any way.
  2611. >The next is "Love Curses".
  2612. >These are sinister spells, but rely on actually draining the target (rather than afflicting them) of love. These spells can leave their victims as empty husks incapable of feeling positive emotions.
  2613. >(I shall save this page for later).
  2614. >Next is "Love Alchemy".
  2615. >A simple tree, focused almost entirely on the creation of potions, elixirs and other concoctions. Such creations have sewn the seeds of paranoia amongst many a noble, causing them to fear everything they touch lest it be laced with a potion that causes them to love an enemy. Most sinister.
  2616. >"Love Wards" are next. They are the most straightforward of spells, combining elements of Curses, Alchemy and other more generic strains of magic to create objects and traps that will lie dormant until disturbed. It is not uncommon to place such wards around a fortress, ready to be unleashed upon an invading army should they breach the gates.
  2617. >Finally we come to "Love Defences". It is the most simple of love magics, and revolves around creating shields and mental barriers using love as a power source. Simple magics, but highly reliable. Shining Armour, husband to Cadence, has an affinity for them.
  2618. >These strains reveal much, but I have my work cut out for me.
  2619. >For now, I must read.
  2620. >Farewell, diary.
  2621. > -Luna.
  2622.  
  2623.  
  2624.  
  2625. >20th July.
  2626. >Greetings, diary.
  2627. >Yet another day of research, and I have narrowed down my options.
  2628. >I have singled out Alchemy and Wards as the most likely magic strains causing Anonymous' ailment.
  2629. >I must find out what exactly Twilight Sparkle has afflicted my beloved with, as love magic is dangerous to tamper with.
  2630. >If I apply the wrong cure to the wrong strain of magic, I might damage Anonymous in ways I do not wish to imagine.
  2631. >Another day of research is required.
  2632. >Celestia found me reading today.
  2633. >She caught me in the archives, and showed concern for my well-being.
  2634. >Herein lies a problem.
  2635. >Celestia is a great hindrance to my efforts.
  2636. >Twilight Sparkle and Celestia are extremely close to one another. They almost consider each other family.
  2637. >Because of this, I dare not harm Twilight Sparkle.
  2638. >As much as I would take great pleasure in RIPPING OUT THE LITLE WHORE'S SPINE//_.
  2639. >Apologies, I broke a quill.
  2640. >As much as I would take great pleasure in harming her for what she has done, Celestia's wrath would be great.
  2641. >I fear for what might happen to me should I harm sister's 'faithful' student, and I do not wish to test her.
  2642. >Much to my irritation, I must accomplish my quest without injuring Twilight Sparkle.
  2643. >Even if I just swat her aside and steal away Anonymous, should Twilight Sparkle ever write a letter to Celestia claiming that I "assaulted her", sister would be less than pleased.
  2644. >At the moment, she has no reason to. It has been 3 days since her "victory", and the lack of retaliation on my part must have made her think that she has well and truly won.
  2645. >I hope that is what she thinks. That way, my vengeance shall be all the sweeter.
  2646. >In regards to Celestia's concern, I merely told her that I was interested in a bit of reading, and sent her on her way.
  2647. >I think she suspects me.
  2648. >Should I just tell her the truth, diary?
  2649. >I am not sure I should. It might complicate matters. Though I have been wrong before.
  2650. >Farewell, diary.
  2651. > -Luna.
  2652.  
  2653.  
  2654.  
  2655. >21st July.
  2656. >Greetings, diary.
  2657. >I have given it much thought, and I think I shall tell Celestia about Twilight Sparkle's activities.
  2658. >Sister is occupied today, and I doubt that I will have the time to find and speak with her, but I shall do so another time.
  2659. >With luck, she can influence Twilight Sparkle to GIVE ME BACK MY HUMAN//--.
  2660. >Curses, another quill.
  2661. >Filtz seems to have sensed my discomfort lately, and now joins me in the archives.
  2662. >He is big enough to fly up to the high shelves and retrieve books so that I do not have to.
  2663. >I do love him so very dearly.
  2664. >(He's sleeping on my head again. He likes worming his way into my mane).
  2665. >Farewell, dairy.
  2666. > -Luna.
  2667.  
  2668.  
  2669.  
  2670. >22nd July.
  2671. >Greetings, diary.
  2672. >I have made a breakthrough with my research.
  2673. >According to these notes, there are a few ways to make a being fall in love that match my dilemma.
  2674. >Anonymous changed drastically overnight.
  2675. >That rules out long-term suggestion curses or enchanting.
  2676. >He was entirely lustful in nature, which removes the possibility of a manipulation enchantment (which often leave a pony hopelessly in love).
  2677. >These two symptoms mean that the following options are the reasons behind Anonymous' sudden shift.
  2678. >Love potions, Love poisons, Love enslavement or Love binding.
  2679. >The first two from alchemy, of course, the latter from the result of a ward being set off.
  2680. >I am worried that he might have been bound to Twilight Sparkle, which would explain his animalistic lust towards her, but the same trait can be found in potions/poisons of the right mixture.
  2681. >Enslavement is as it sounds. The victim is mentally overpowered and forced to the caster's will, all while under the delusion that they are in love.
  2682.  
  2683. >Binding is slightly different, the victim is soul-shackled to the caster, meaning that they will become increasingly more aggressive the further they are from their "partner".
  2684. >Unfortunately, my research can only get me so far.
  2685. >The only way to confirm my suspicions for sure is to actually see Anonymous and Twilight face to face and watch how they interact.
  2686. >Which means, much to my annoyance, I shall have to watch the pair of them do as they do.
  2687. >The very notion makes me feel sick.
  2688. >I neglected to mention to you exactly what I did on the night of Anonymous' turning.
  2689. >I literally crushed the library door and shouted for a while, Anonymous was completely unfazed, but became highly volatile when I began threatening Twilight Sparkle, who was hiding behind his legs and smiling at me the entire time.
  2690. >The memory of that smile fills me with more rage than I can handle.
  2691. >I just disturbed Filtz because I threw my crown across the room.
  2692. >Filtz does not need to suffer my anguish, though.
  2693. >I do not mean to drag him down with m/--..
  2694.  
  2695. >Diary, I just thought of an idea.
  2696. >A cunning plan, if I do say so myself.
  2697. >But Filtz will not like it.
  2698. >Not one bit.
  2699. >Farewell.
  2700. > -Luna.
  2701.  
  2702.  
  2703.  
  2704. >23rd July.
  2705. >Greetings, diary!
  2706. >I had a most marvellous idea last night!
  2707. >I cannot believe I did not think of it previously!
  2708. >The problem stems from seeing Twilight Sparkle and Anonymous. I do not trust myself near them, and since the mere thought of them consorting with one another fills me with indescribable fury, I shall simply not see them face to face!
  2709. >This way, I can safely throw my crown around and scream without harming Twilight Sparkle, Anonymous, or any innocent bystanders.
  2710. >Plus it means I do not need to organise a visit to Ponyville, which is always a time consuming process.
  2711. >The idea is simple.
  2712. >I meld my mind with Filtz.
  2713. >Using my trusty blood magic tome, I shall simply become one with my beloved bat, dominate his mind, and see the world through his eyes!
  2714. >Remote possession is tricky, but I am confident that I can pull it off. All I require is a healthy dosage of bat-blood as well as my own.
  2715. >There is the possibility that Filtz will not like it, but I am sure he will be understanding of my situation and willingly give up his blood.
  2716.  
  2717. >He was not willing to give up his blood.
  2718. >At all.
  2719. >I now carry a large scar on my face, but it suits me nicely.
  2720. >Filtz, on the other hoof, is now asleep on the desk next to you.
  2721. >Worry not, he is not hurt. But extracting blood can take a lot out of you. (That was a joke).
  2722. >In high spirits, I shall commence the ritual.
  2723. >Wish me luck, diary.
  2724. >I shall return once the task is complete!
  2725. > ~Luna.
  2726.  
  2727.  
  2728.  
  2729. >24th July.
  2730. >Greetings, diary.
  2731. >In retrospect, the mission could have gone a lot better.
  2732. >It was successful, but there were still a few problems I did not account for.
  2733. >The immediate start of the melding ritual was very problematic.
  2734. >Filtz's mind rejected mine instantly, as was expected, but the magnitude of the resistance was something I had to plough through.
  2735. >I fear I might have hurt Filtz in some way.
  2736. >As I write this now, he is happily sat on my head nibbling on an orange, but I still worry for him.
  2737. >Once the melding was complete, I had to spend an hour relearning how to fly.
  2738. >Contrary to popular belief, bats are not completely blind. They simply have the ability to detect objects in the dark using sonar.
  2739. >My knowledge of Nightreaver Bats reassured me that I could make the flight to Ponyville from Canterlot, as Nightreavers tend to hunt in areas several miles wide at a time.
  2740. >Though it was slightly difficult to maintain balance during flight (it was very windy), I made it to Ponyville.
  2741. >Instantly I was met with a jarring amount of noise that I also had not anticipated.
  2742. >The ears of Nightreavers are very sensitive, and although a normal bat would be used to such a cacophony, I am not a Nightreaver.
  2743. >My point is that I flew Filtz into a wall.
  2744. >Several times.
  2745. >This is why I am concerned about him. Brick walls are not an adequate emergency landing tool.
  2746. >With much difficulty and impacts with walls/windows, I found the Sparkle residence.
  2747. >I decided to perch on a branch outside Twilight Sparkle's bedroom window and observe as casually as possible.
  2748. >Though upon seeing Twilight Sparkle and Anonymous locked in each other's embrace rutting like animals, I immediately flew at the window in desperate attempt to break in and lacerate Twilight Sparkle's entire body.
  2749.  
  2750. >Celestia might punish me, but she can't punish a bat.
  2751. >Unfortunately, I was not strong enough to break the window, and the pair inside seemed content to ignore the fearsome beast attempting to break in.
  2752. >In the pursuit of answers, I forced myself to watch this fiasco for two full hours.
  2753. >By the end I was rather sick of hearing Twilight Sparkle asking Anonymous to compare my posterior to hers, then to have Anonymous answer "Yours is surely the best".
  2754. >He might be under her control, but do not think I shall let these actions and comments go unpunished.
  2755. >Thankfully, it ended. And I had to press Filtz's face up against the glass to see the two interact.
  2756. >Anonymous acted out of lust, of course. He did not have the love-heart irises that are the telltale sign of a love poison, he did not seem to be in pain every time he touched Twilight Sparkle, which means that he was not enslaved or bound, and he seemed to act with a singular purpose - to rut Twilight Sparkle.
  2757. >With these traits in mind, I can safely conclude that Anonymous has been afflicted with a love potion.
  2758. >This information shall be used to figure out a cure, then I shall need to somehow get it into Anonymous.
  2759. >I do not know how I can do that outside of tackling him and forcing it down his throat. But we shall see.
  2760. >Farewe//--
  2761. >I forgot to mention, because Filtz and I were one, his hunger was my hunger.
  2762. >Due of this, I lost control and tore apart an owl that was flying around outside the library. (I think it was trying to get inside).
  2763. >It didn't put up much of a fight, and there was a lot of blood. (Nightreavers aren't exactly the cleanest of hunters).
  2764. >But Filtz deserved a treat for my unfair treatment of him.
  2765. >Farewell, diary.
  2766. > -Luna.
  2767.  
  2768.  
  2769.  
  2770. >25th July.
  2771. >Greetings, diary.
  2772. >My research on a cure has not yielded any results as of yet.
  2773. >I did not expect to find one so soon, and I shall not remit until I do.
  2774. >Celestia asked me about the blood stains on the floor leading to my chambers.
  2775. >I feigned ignorance.
  2776. >She still does not know that I am actually harbouring Filtz.
  2777. >The guards do, however. But I have sworn them to secrecy.
  2778. >I passed a mirror today.
  2779. >Then spent a lot of time inspecting my rear end.
  2780. >I disagree wholeheartedly with Anonymous' remarks. And do declare that my bottom is far superior to that of the purple harlot he is currently bedding.
  2781. >Farewell, diary.
  2782. > -Luna.
  2783.  
  2784.  
  2785.  
  2786. >26th July.
  2787. >Greetings, diary.
  2788. >In an absolutely shocking display of hubris and blatant offence unto me, Twilight Sparkle had written Celestia a letter.
  2789. >Sister showed me, her expression was puzzled.
  2790. >It was then that I realised that I still had not told her of Twilight Sparkle's treasonous actions.
  2791. >This is the letter that the WHORE//-.
  2792. >This is the letter:
  2793. >"Dear Princess Celestia."
  2794. >"I have the most wonderful news!"
  2795. >Wonderful as in 'Greetings, Celestia, I have desecrated the beloved of your sister, aren't I amazing?'
  2796. >How I wish I could immolate her.
  2797. >"Anonymous has chosen me to be his mate! In my continued studies of human interaction, I have managed to make him come out of his shell and we are now a happy couple! I shall send you all further reports on the studies of human rituals, and hope that you may find them interesting!"
  2798. >"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
  2799. >Faithful.
  2800. >FAITHF/--_
  2801. >QUILLS. AGAIN.
  2802. >Sister was most confused at this letter, and I immediately informed her of what Twilight Sparkle had done to my beloved.
  2803. >Though I did not so much 'tell her' as I did scream and shout about love potions and high treason against the royal family.
  2804. >Celestia dismissed my claims, and said that perhaps Anonymous was looking for a mare more local than I.
  2805. >I shouted at her and called her a horse.
  2806. >She banned me from the kitchens for a week.
  2807. >As I sit here writing this down, I feel as though I might have acted rather foalishly.
  2808. >I shall attempt to tell Celestia of what I have uncovered again at a later date.
  2809. >For now, I search for a cure. Sister matters not.
  2810. >I shudder to imagine what Twilight Sparkle is doing with my Anonymous right now.
  2811. >There's that headache again.
  2812. >I really do hate that unicorn.
  2813. >Farewell, diary.
  2814. > -Luna.
  2815.  
  2816.  
  2817.  
  2818. >27th July.
  2819. >Greetings, diary.
  2820. >I have found a lead to a potential cure for a love potion.
  2821. >As with most magical cures, it requires a rare ingredient, a special combination of other ingredients, and a great deal of boredom.
  2822. >I wish the cure was as simple as a love poison, where the two afflicted would simply need to be apart for a length of time, but alas, I am not so lucky.
  2823. >A love potion is more sophisticated than a love poison, and therefore requires a more sophisticated resolution.
  2824. >More research is required to find out which ingredients in particular are required.
  2825. >Also, I have realised that I have been neglecting my royal duties lately. The recent events have consumed me.
  2826. >With luck, this can be over soon and I can return to levitating the garrison, punching nobles and hugging my human.
  2827. >Farewell, diary.
  2828. > -Luna.
  2829.  
  2830.  
  2831.  
  2832. >28th July.
  2833. >Greetings, diary.
  2834. >I cried today.
  2835. >I cannot recall the last time I cried, but as I sat in the deepest parts of the archives, alone and frantically searching for a cure, I felt the overwhelming urge to do so.
  2836. >So I did.
  2837. >Why did I cry, diary?
  2838. >Has the realisation that I could lose Anonymous finally set in?
  2839. >To be perfectly honest, I am surprised that I handled it so well in the first place.
  2840. >But was that because I was composed, calm, and acting like a leader in the face of a problem, or because the ramifications of what had happened were not yet clear to me?
  2841. >I suppose the momentum of all this research had been carrying me. But I had to crash eventually.
  2842. >Twilight Sparkle stole something from me that I had never had the good fortune to have.
  2843. >Someone special.
  2844. >I had never felt love's sweet sting before, and just when I finally think I will be truly contented, she enters the scene and rips it from me.
  2845. >Why?
  2846. >She does not see Anonymous as I see him.
  2847. >All she desires is to rut him, like a mindless thrall. A servant.
  2848. >I see Anonymous as my equal. I love him. I cherish the memories I have with him.
  2849. >Even now I am cradling his moonflower in my hooves.
  2850. >I just want him back, diary. Is it selfish for me to wish such a thing?
  2851. >The fact that I have not had a letter from Anonymous in so long only salts my wounds.
  2852. >A small part of me feels like a foal who is upset that her favourite toy was taken from her, but the rest feels empty, as though something is missing from my very being.
  2853.  
  2854. >What -am- I missing? Am I missing a temporary love interest who will drift away in time? Or am I missing a life partner? Someone whom I wish to spend each and every day with until the day I die?
  2855. >I feel my stomach knot at that particular thought.
  2856. >Anonymous is mortal. He will die some day. What will happen to me once that occurs? Am I to just let fate take its course and allow him to crumble to dust in my hooves?
  2857. >That isn't -FAIR-, diary. None of this is fair. Do I not deserve a bit of happiness for once? Why am I not allowed to be happy? I JUST WANT TO BE HA/_...
  2858. >The page just tore where I snapped my quill. I am sorry.
  2859. >But these questions were unleashed on me today in the archives, and I crumbled under their weight.
  2860. >The sudden onset of such thoughts must have been too much for me to bear.
  2861. >But as difficult as it is to see through this dark, I -must- press forward.
  2862. >If not for myself, but for Anonymous. He does not deserve to live his life as a slave for a pathetic little unicorn.
  2863. >I must rest.
  2864. >Farewell, diary.
  2865. > -Luna.
  2866.  
  2867.  
  2868.  
  2869. >29th July.
  2870. >Greetings, diary.
  2871. >Today I found a vital lead towards the cure for my beloved.
  2872. >As with most magical cures, it requires a select number of important ingredients in the right amounts.
  2873. >The ingredients in question will most likely be rare, extinct, or in the possession of some foreign collector.
  2874. >Thankfully, the first two ingredients I need are not so hard to come by. I pray that the latter two will follow the same pattern.
  2875. >Sunspot flower petals and rainbow essence.
  2876. >Simple to come by, there are some Sunspot flowers in the royal gardens near Celestia's 'victory' statue.
  2877. >Rainbow essence can be obtained from any weather factory. I shall have some delivered to me.
  2878. >With luck, a princess' request will land a good amount in my inventory without delay.
  2879. >Filtz has been oddly quiet today.
  2880. >I hope he's alright.
  2881. >Farewell, diary.
  2882. > -Luna.
  2883.  
  2884.  
  2885.  
  2886. >30th July.
  2887. >Greetings, diary.
  2888. >I left to gather some Sunspot flower petals this afternoon.
  2889. >As I was gathering them (uprooting the entire plant and stuffing it in my burlap sack) I was confronted by Celestia.
  2890. >She cornered me and asked me to come with her.
  2891. >We proceeded to a veranda overlooking the castle labyrinth and spoke at length about my latest outburst.
  2892. >Celestia listened while I told her about recent events.
  2893. >I felt emotionally exhausted, so I did not shout.
  2894. >Sister was quiet as I told her of Twilight Sparkle's treachery.
  2895. >She then said that she would not assist me in this matter.
  2896. >Upon being asked why, she simply said "This means as much to Twilight as it does to you".
  2897. >I think this excuse is absolutely -PATHETIC-.
  2898. >Celestia has always coveted Twilight Sparkle above all other ponies, sometimes I think even myself.
  2899. >She simply does not wish to get involved in this because it might end up hurting Sparkle, who has stolen my Anonymous from me.
  2900. >Were I in Celestia's position, I would destroy the Sparkled one.
  2901. >Conspiring to receive a rutting from a royal consort has to be illegal somewhere.
  2902. >I shall have to research Equestrian law to make sure of it.
  2903. >Then perhaps I can unleash the fullest extent of the law upon Twilight Sparkle.
  2904.  
  2905. >My words are empty, diary.
  2906. >I read what I just wrote back to myself, but I feel hollow.
  2907. >Truthfully, I do not care about what Celestia thinks or does. She has the power to end this, and she chooses to do nothing.
  2908. >So be it.
  2909. >I shall simply finish my cure and win back Anonymous.
  2910. >That's all I want, diary.
  2911. >I just want this to end so that I can be in his arms again.
  2912. >I'm so very tired of this.
  2913. >I crave not for respect or validation.
  2914. >My one wish is for happiness in the arms of my beloved.
  2915. >Farewell, diary.
  2916. > -Luna.
  2917.  
  2918.  
  2919.  
  2920. >31st July.
  2921. >Greetings, diary.
  2922. >My shipment of rainbow essence has arrived.
  2923. >As I stared into the crate containing it, I did not feel joy, or hope.
  2924. >More a sense of weariness and drudgery. As though this particular event is but another step in the long stretch of road that is this wretched endeavour.
  2925. >I feel rather melancholy today.
  2926. >I did not exercise again. I just can't find the motivation to do anything other than read.
  2927. >Filtz is still quiet. He doesn't fly around as much as he used to.
  2928. >I am going to find a veterinarian and get him inspected.
  2929. >I cannot muster the will to write any further.
  2930. >Farewell, diary.
  2931. > -Luna.
  2932.  
  2933.  
  2934.  
  2935. >2nd August.
  2936. >Feeling blue.
  2937. >Moreso than normal.
  2938. >Ha ha.
  2939. >I do not feel like smiling at jokes.
  2940. >Filtz is sick. I have to go.
  2941. >Sorry.
  2942. > -Luna.
  2943.  
  2944.  
  2945.  
  2946. >5th August.
  2947. >Greetings, diary.
  2948. >I apologise for my lack of updates.
  2949. >Filtz has grown somewhat sick, and I have been tending to him.
  2950. >The veterinarian states that it is but a case of temporary illness, and that it will pass in the coming week.
  2951. >But seeing him in such a position is distressing to me.
  2952. >He does not nibble my ear, he lies on my head and sleeps.
  2953. >I do not enjoy it.
  2954. >It spurred me into thinking about Anonymous, as most things tend to do.
  2955. >What happens if he gets sick and dies?
  2956. >A morbid thought, and the idea of Anonymous' death has been on my mind a lot as of late, but I honestly cannot get past it.
  2957. >If I left him with Twilight Sparkle, would he be happy?
  2958. >She is mortal. As is he.
  2959. >Should I leave them together and move o|//--
  2960.  
  2961. >This is complete madness.
  2962. >My state of mind has deteriorated rapidly over the course of the last week.
  2963. >Am I not the princess of the night?
  2964. >Am I not the same pony I have always been?
  2965. >Upright, proud, loyal defender of Equestria? (except for that one time).
  2966. >Filtz is stirring on my head, he will no doubt wish for food.
  2967. >I must not let this 'depression' get the best of me.
  2968. >I must find this cure, and then I shall create it, store it, and deliver it unto Anonymous myself.
  2969. >Moping and wallowing around in my own self pity is not the way a princess acts!
  2970. >Anonymous would not want me to marinate in my own tears and roll around under my bed covers engorging myself on moonpies!
  2971. >(That didn't actually happen. I promise).
  2972. >(Really, it didn't).
  2973. >No. I shall not be defeated, let alone by my own mind.
  2974. >Anonymous is my human. He is responsibility.
  2975. >I love him more than the stars in the sky.
  2976. >He gives me hope for the future, and grants me purpose when I feel as though I have none.
  2977. >I go now to assemble that cure.
  2978. >I have found the last ingredients I need.
  2979. >A Firebulb and a hair from the afflicted.
  2980. >Mark my words, diary. I shall win this.
  2981. >Farewell.
  2982. > -Luna.
  2983.  
  2984.  
  2985.  
  2986. >6th August.
  2987. >Greetings, diary!
  2988. >A day of thrills and action awaited Luna reborn.
  2989. >I suppose that term is slightly more than is necessary, but I feel invigorated.
  2990. >The path is clear, and the cure is brewing.
  2991. >I had to steal a Firebulb from the alchemists quarter of the castle.
  2992. >They were not pleased to see me rooting through their rare and hard to replace materials, but I assured them that it was a matter of national security.
  2993. >The thoughts of Twilight Sparkle grinning at me from behind Anonymous' leg seemed to make a reappearance, and her visage filled me with hate.
  2994. >Hate which I shall use to sustain me.
  2995. >Filtz managed to slide off my head and flap his wings twice before crashing into my bed.
  2996. >Such progress pleases me.
  2997. >If I am to see this through, I must build up the same momentum I had before I dipped into mild insanity.
  2998. >The sight of my bat getting better is helping somewhat.
  2999. >I even went out to exercise for a while!
  3000. >The guards were pleased to see me again, and were happy to let the new recruits shriek in terror and get tossed around whilst the veterans took wagers on who would vomit first.
  3001. >Celestia tried to speak to me but I was having none of it.
  3002.  
  3003. >She made her choice to abandon me in my time of need, and she can suffer for it.
  3004. >When Anonymous and I are together once more, we shall break into her chambers and ransack her belongings.
  3005. >Much like I used to in the days of old.
  3006. >(Except I was ransacking villages instead of bedchambers).
  3007. >(The civil war really was an interesting phase).
  3008. >For now, I wait.
  3009. >The brew takes two days to prepare, and I have made a vast vat of the stuff, and have plenty of supplies to make more.
  3010. >Farew-/-_.
  3011. >I neglected to mention how I retrieved a hair from Anonymous.
  3012. >The back of my bed has a few lying around from when he stayed.
  3013. >I am glad of it. A trip to Ponyville would have been disastrous.
  3014. >(The maid was annoyed that I refused to change my bedcovers).
  3015. >(I cannot help it. They smell like Anonymous and contain valuable materials needed to save his mortal soul).
  3016. >Farewell, diary.
  3017. > -Luna.
  3018.  
  3019.  
  3020.  
  3021. >7th August.
  3022. >Greetings, diary.
  3023. >Celestia forced me to talk to her today.
  3024. >By this I mean she threatened to stop the kitchens from stocking my favourite snacks.
  3025. >I was then shown the following letter:
  3026. >"Dear Princess Celestia."
  3027. >"I would be delighted to come and visit for a day! I am sure that Anonymous would be happy to travel as well. I shall see you on the day."
  3028. >"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
  3029. >Sister has arranged for the whor|-..
  3030. >Sister has arranged for Twilight Sparkle to visit, knowing full well that Anonymous would accompany her.
  3031. >I do not know if this was because sister wishes to help me, or if she feels the need to twist the metaphorical knife residing in my tortured and battered hear//_--
  3032. >I must apologise, that imagery was too unbearable even for me.
  3033. >Reminds me of something I would read in a magazine article.
  3034. >Embarrassing.
  3035. >The important point is that Anonymous is coming to Canterlot in 3 days. (the 11th, considering the time I am writing this).
  3036. >I shall have the potion prepared by then, and will spend my time wondering how to get him to ingest it.
  3037. >Perhaps I shall sneak into his chambers and slip it down his throat as he sleeps?
  3038. >Time will tell.
  3039. >Farewell, diary.
  3040. > -Luna.
  3041.  
  3042.  
  3043.  
  3044. >8th August.
  3045. >Greetings, diary.
  3046. >Filtz has made a full recovery, much like my mood.
  3047. >Strange, really. He seemed to recover the same time I did.
  3048. >Perhaps we are more in sync than I imagined.
  3049. >A harrowing thought crossed my mind today.
  3050. >What if the cure I give to Anonymous is wrong?
  3051. >I have read and reread my notes a great many times to ensure that I do not accidentally poison my beloved.
  3052. >But I still have a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
  3053. >One small mistake could put him in great danger.
  3054. >Otherwise, the cure should work perfectly in reversing the effects of Twilight Sparkle's treason-beverage.
  3055. >(I was referring to her love potion).
  3056. >(That was a joke).
  3057. >Regardless of my certainty, I just cannot shake the feeling that something might go wrong.
  3058. >I pray that it doesn't. It most likely won't.
  3059. >I have followed the instructions to the letter.
  3060. >He should be fine.
  3061. >I should be fine.
  3062. >I miss him so much, diary. I did not sleep last night, rather I laid awake in my bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about the times we had spent together.
  3063. >It was nice to lie with him.
  3064. >Very nice.
  3065. >I remember how warm he was.
  3066. >His skin was soft to the touch.
  3067. >His voice so melodic, and measured. Almost like Celestia's, b//-/ut\\- w.i|-h/./-th/-ou--.t t./he co/-nd||-esc//-end/||-in.g u./.-nd/.er/.\\to/.\ne|s.
  3068. >Ignore that part above, I made a mistake and had to scribble it out.
  3069. >(Note to self: Double check seal on the diary to ensure it is secure).
  3070. >Perhaps these thoughts will pass.
  3071. >I can only hope.
  3072. >Farewell, diary.
  3073. > -Luna.
  3074.  
  3075.  
  3076.  
  3077. >9th August.
  3078. >Greetings, diary.
  3079. >Today I did my exercises, fed Filtz, laughed at a guard who tripped over the same maid that Celestia did and persuaded the cooks to try and improve sister's diet.
  3080. >I then returned to my room.
  3081. >And did nothing.
  3082. >I have been lying here on my bed for hours.
  3083. >I keep stealing glances over to my cauldron.
  3084. >Tomorrow Twilight Sparkle arrives.
  3085. >With Anonymous.
  3086. >How do I approach this?
  3087. >Do I just tackle him the moment he enters the castle grounds and force the bottle of cure down his gullet?
  3088. >Or do I take things slowly and slip the cure? Perhaps in his food?
  3089. >That is not a bad idea. It is custom to have a meal with the royal family when visiting the castle.
  3090. >Anonymous, Celestia, Twilight Sparkle and I shall all be eating at the table together.
  3091. >I could slip into the kitchens just before the food is taken out and spill cure all over Anonymous' food!
  3092. >The more I write, the more appealing this idea sounds.
  3093. >It is stealthy, and Twilight Sparkle will not see it coming, as she no doubt expects me to act with extreme bluntness.
  3094. >Yes, this deceptive ploy might just work.
  3095. >Sometimes I impress even myself.
  3096. >Though I must confess, I still feel nervous.
  3097. >Anonymous will be spending all his time nuzzling and touching Sparkle.
  3098. >I hope I can survive long enough to cure him.
  3099. >The memories of his night with Twilight Sparkle are still burned into my mind.
  3100. >As much as I would enjoy him doing much of that with myself, I cannot shake the visions of Twilight Sparkle grunting and squealing like a bitch in heat.
  3101. >I wonder if my blood magic tome has any spells for forcibly removing memories?
  3102. >That's funny, I just got another headache.
  3103. >I must go now, diary.
  3104. >Tomorrow, Anonymous comes.
  3105. >The meal will occur.
  3106. >The cure shall be dispensed.
  3107. >Anonymous will recover, and hopefully return to my side.
  3108. >If fate smiles upon me, Twilight Sparkle might just also spontaneously combust.
  3109. >Wouldn't that be a shame.
  3110. >Farewell, diary.
  3111. > -Luna.
  3112.  
  3113.  
  3114.  
  3115. >10th August.
  3116. >Greetings, diary.
  3117. >It is morning.
  3118. >Twilight Sparkle and my beloved are set to arrive in a few hours.
  3119. >I just hope that whatever happens today will go in my favour.
  3120. >Everything is prepared. I even know what meal we shall be having.
  3121. >Soup.
  3122. >Celestia will be most displeased.
  3123. >I must think, and contemplate on using more perfume.
  3124. >Would Anonymous like perfume, or my natural scent?
  3125. >I overheard the guards once muttering to themselves about my "heavenly musk".
  3126. >We shall see.
  3127.  
  3128. >Diary, I keep trying my best to seem 'upbeat' as it were, but I am absolutely terrified.
  3129. >What if I do something wrong? What if I put the cure in the wrong soup?
  3130. >Applying a magical cure to the wrong ailment can cause terrible damage, and I don't even want to think about what would happen to a pony not afflicted with anything.
  3131. >What if sister drinks the cure?
  3132. >Magical remedies are dangerous, diary.
  3133. >I hope that I was careful enough when preparing it.
  3134. >Once more I find myself glancing over at the cauldron.
  3135. >Inside it lies the key to my salvation, or my damnation.
  3136. >For my own sake, I wish this will never happen again.
  3137. >Farewell, dairy.
  3138. > -Luna.
  3139.  
  3140.  
  3141.  
  3142. >10th August.
  3143. >Diary.
  3144. >Anonymous drank the soup with the cure in it.
  3145. >And now he's not moving.
  3146. >He's not moving, diary.
  3147. >He is in the royal infirmary with the bitch that dragged him here.
  3148. >No one knows that it was I that caused this.
  3149. >I think.
  3150. >Celestia glared at me when he dropped to the floor convulsing and wheezing.
  3151. >Twilight Sparkle would not stop crying.
  3152. >I am hyperventilating as I write this.
  3153. >I don't know what to do.
  3154. >What did I do wrong?
  3155. >I followed the recipe perfectly! Was it the wrong kind of cure?
  3156. >Is Anonymous allergic to the ingredients? Are humans not supposed to drink magical cures?
  3157.  
  3158. >Have I murdered my beloved?
  3159.  
  3160. >Diary. What have I done?
  3161.  
  3162. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LhzuK8Lci8
  3163.  
  3164. ---
  3165. Part 7
  3166. ---
  3167.  
  3168. >11th August.
  3169. >Greetings, diary.
  3170. >Anonymous is alive.
  3171. >Barely.
  3172. >The doctor who tended to him performed admirably, and managed to purge Anonymous' body of both the love potion and the 'cure' I gave him.
  3173. >I wish I could bring myself to be happier about this, but while his heart is still beating and he still breathes, he looks as though he will die any second.
  3174. >His skin is pale, his face gaunt. What happened inside him took its toll.
  3175. >He has been slipping in and out of conciousness all day, and has not spoken to me as of yet.
  3176. >The doctor chased me from the ward several times, stressing that Anonymous needs rest.
  3177. >He looked just as worried as I.
  3178. >While I watched the staff work on Anonymous I felt a pit in my stomach.
  3179. >It was surreal, watching a crowd of ponies swarming around my beloved, his body still warm yet lifeless.
  3180. >I observed from afar as they did their best to stabilise him.
  3181. >Given that they were operating on an alien being whose physiology was relatively unknown to them, it is no wonder that the doctor did not take credit for helping him.
  3182. >"Nothing but dumb luck". Those are the words he used.
  3183. >Anonymous is alive due to chance. I am not sure I deserve this hoof fate has dealt. I feel as though I have cheated the universe in a way.
  3184. >Still, the doctor's efforts to keep me from my beloved, though admirable, were not sufficient.
  3185. >The ward I am sat in is cold, and Anonymous sleeps next to me.
  3186. >I shall watch over him.
  3187. >Twilight Sparkle shall not enter this room whilst I maintain dominion over it.
  3188. >The little wretch did not show her face.
  3189. >She and Celestia retired to Celestia's chambers following the incident whilst I grabbed my beloved with magic and teleported to the infirmary.
  3190. >I hope she never shows herself again.
  3191. >Her crimes are too great. And she forced my hoof. She is the sole reason this is happening the the first place.
  3192.  
  3193. >(Why do I struggle to believe my own words?)
  3194. >Farewell, diary.
  3195. > -Luna.
  3196.  
  3197.  
  3198.  
  3199. >12th August.
  3200. >Greetings, diary.
  3201. >Anonymous awoke.
  3202. >He was happy to see me.
  3203. >Seeing him smile at me once more and study me with those captivating eyes of his filled me with joy.
  3204. >That is, until I told him what had recently transpired.
  3205. >When I informed him that I had slipped the wrong cure into his soup, he became still.
  3206. >He won't talk to me now.
  3207. >His face became vacant and he looked away from me.
  3208. >Despite my pleas, he would not face me.
  3209. >I think the shock of almost dying must have set in.
  3210. >He will come around eventually, and then we can go straight back to the way things were.
  3211. >No Twilight Sparkle. No love potions.
  3212. >Just myself and my Anonymous.
  3213. >It will be perfect.
  3214. >Farewell, diary.
  3215. > -Luna.
  3216.  
  3217.  
  3218.  
  3219. >13th August.
  3220. >Greetings, diary.
  3221. >Anonymous still refuses to even acknowledge me.
  3222. >I nearly shouted at him, but remembered that he needed rest, not stress.
  3223. >The nurses seem to be the only ponies he will talk to.
  3224. >He smiles at them.
  3225. >I wish he would smile at me.
  3226. >Twilight Sparkle has left for Ponyville.
  3227. >Celestia did not say why. Not that I care.
  3228. >Sister will not speak to me either.
  3229. >To Tartarus with her. I do not need her approval. I did what was necessary, did I not?
  3230. >Anonymous was in danger. So I rescued him.
  3231. >This isn't my fault.
  3232. >None of it is.
  3233. >Farewell, diary.
  3234. > -Luna.
  3235.  
  3236.  
  3237.  
  3238. >14th August.
  3239. >Greetings, diary.
  3240. >Still he does not speak.
  3241. >What if he never speaks to me again?
  3242. >Filtz has become just as agitated as I.
  3243. >He restlessly flutters around the room, and will not settle in his normal spot upon my head.
  3244. >I have been reading my old letters to cope.
  3245. >They bring me comfort in these trying times.
  3246. >Everything is going to be fine.
  3247. >Everything is going to be normal.
  3248. >Farewell, diary.
  3249. > -Luna.
  3250.  
  3251.  
  3252.  
  3253. >15th August.
  3254. >Greetings, diary.
  3255. >Prior to starting this entry, I was crying.
  3256. >Anonymous is asleep next to me.
  3257. >The ward is still so cold.
  3258. >I fear he may not have enough blankets.
  3259. >His face is so pale.
  3260. >Why won't it recover its natural colour? He has been in bed for days. He should be better now.
  3261. >I have noticed that my bloodshot eyes have returned.
  3262. >I imagine that I must look rather imposing.
  3263. >It would explain why the staff are reluctant to face me.
  3264. >Stalking the entrance to the ward until visiting hours is all I can bring myself to do.
  3265. >Filtz joins me. He cannot sit still for a second.
  3266. >Celestia still has not uttered a word.
  3267. >I care little for what she thinks. This is just as much her fault as it is mine.
  3268. >Even though it is not my fault.
  3269.  
  3270. >Is it?
  3271. >Farewell, diary.
  3272. > -Luna.
  3273.  
  3274.  
  3275.  
  3276. >16th August.
  3277. >Greetings, diary!
  3278. >Anonymous spoke to me today!
  3279. >He said "Leave me alone."!
  3280. >This is wonderful progress, and I imagine that soon he shall be up and about.
  3281. >Celestia visited him today.
  3282. >He spoke to her.
  3283. >About what, I do not know.
  3284. >She still regards me with contempt.
  3285. >I can see the toxic looks she gives me.
  3286. >Does she hope to claim Anonymous for her own?
  3287. >Do I have to do battle with my sister once more, but for the hand of my beloved?
  3288. >He is mine. Not hers.
  3289.  
  3290. >Diary I cannot stop crying.
  3291.  
  3292. >\-I/. a/|.m ..|s-/c/a\-.r-\.e..|-d.
  3293.  
  3294.  
  3295.  
  3296. >17th August.
  3297. >Greetings, diary.
  3298. >Anonymous looks better.
  3299. >His face has a little bit more colour to it, but I fear that even if his body recovers, his mind will not.
  3300. >Celestia spoke to me.
  3301. >She advised that I give him space.
  3302. >I told her that I shall do no such thing and that he needs me.
  3303. >Then she had the -gall- to say: "Luna, I think you are the last thing he needs more of right now."
  3304. >What does she mean to imply? That it is my fa//-..
  3305.  
  3306. >Diary this is all my fault.
  3307. >I just don't want to admit it.
  3308. >I made a mistake and now I have lost Anonymous, even if he lives he will not even acknowledge me.
  3309. >What have I done?
  3310. >Where did I go wrong?
  3311.  
  3312. >I shall leave Anonymous to his own devices for a few days. I am sure that the nurses shall be well equipped enough to care for him.
  3313. >As for myself, I must return to my books.
  3314. >Though the cure is no longer necessary, I need to know where I went wrong.
  3315. >This wasn't supposed to happen.
  3316. >I was supposed to create the cure, give it to him, and then everything would end in merriment and hugs.
  3317. >And yet here I am.
  3318. >I just glanced to the mirror next to me.
  3319. >I look terrible.
  3320. >It has been nearly a week, and I have not washed, I have barely slept and look crazed.
  3321. >Is this why the staff won't speak to me?
  3322. >Am I becoming more irrational the longer I worry about this?
  3323. >Anonymous is safe now. I have no reason to fear anything.
  3324. >And yet here I am.
  3325. >Scribbling my thoughts in a diary which has - much to my own dismay, become one of the closest things to me.
  3326. >I remember the day I first wrote in you.
  3327. >I think I had fruit that day.
  3328.  
  3329. >This is my life. Here I am.
  3330.  
  3331. >I am going to eat something, then perhaps I shall run a few hundred laps around the castle.
  3332. >Farewell, diary.
  3333. > -Luna.
  3334.  
  3335.  
  3336.  
  3337. >18th August.
  3338. >Greetings, diary.
  3339. >Feeling a little bit better.
  3340. >Out of instinct, the moment I woke up I found myself heading towards the door with the intention of waiting outside Anonymous' ward.
  3341. >I had to stop myself.
  3342. >This cannot become habit.
  3343. >Recent events have toiled with my mind more than I would like to admit, and reading the entry before this one shows that I let fear and guilt get the better of me.
  3344. >I suppose that in order to clear my conscience I must admit my sins.
  3345.  
  3346. >I am responsible to Anonymous nearly dying.
  3347.  
  3348. >I was not vigilant enough in my studies to find a cure, and my own mistakes almost cost me the life of my beloved.
  3349. >It is amusing in a way.
  3350. >Twilight Sparkle would often send letters to sister claiming that hard work and study always paid off.
  3351. >When I attempt to do so I end up coming close to murdering the only thing I have ever truly loved.
  3352. >Funny.
  3353.  
  3354. >Ha ha.
  3355. >Farewell, diary.
  3356. > -Luna.
  3357.  
  3358.  
  3359.  
  3360. >19th August.
  3361. >Greetings, diary.
  3362. >Comparing my notes to my books, I made a number of small errors.
  3363. >I used too many Sunspot petals.
  3364. >The potion was left brewing for too long.
  3365. >And the rainbow essence was not strong enough. (A fault of the weather factory I acquired it from).
  3366. >The margin of error for this potion is shockingly small.
  3367. >Yet as I look down at these notes I keep asking myself what the point is.
  3368. >Really, what -is- the point of looking back on this?
  3369. >What's done is done. Anonymous loathes me and Twilight Sparkle will probably get a full pardon from Celestia.
  3370. >Celestia.
  3371. >I am still unable to fathom why she would not help me.
  3372. >She is a fool. Who engages in blatant favouritism in regards to her student.
  3373. >I shall have my revenge once this is done.
  3374. >Farewell, diary.
  3375. > -Luna.
  3376.  
  3377.  
  3378.  
  3379. >20th August.
  3380. >Greetings, diary.
  3381. >I received a letter today.
  3382. >From a most unlikely pony. The fact that she of all ponies has shown an interest in this particular set of events is rather amusing.
  3383. >Or suspicious.
  3384. >Princess Cadence. I shall transcribe as I read, as usual. I must admit, it is a nice surprise to receive a letter once more. Even if it is from the 'princess of love'.
  3385. >"Warm greetings, Princess Luna."
  3386. >Warm greetings? It is almost as though she -wants- me to be suspicious of her.
  3387. >"I have heard about Twilight's recent hiccup from Celestia."
  3388. >Hiccup. A -hiccup-? Is this pony trying to anger me?
  3389. >"I am sorely disappointed in her, but no more than Celestia. And I hope that you accept my apologies for what has transpired."
  3390. >Her apologies?
  3391. >What in Tartarus did she do?
  3392. >"When I was approached by Twilight for assistance in 'urging' someone she had taken a fancy to to accept her love, I did not think much of it. Rather I enjoyed helping her create a potion that she deemed appropriate."
  3393. >Note: Rally the guard and assault the crystal empire.
  3394. >"But when I caught wind of just who it was that she had used her potion on, I was deeply troubled. Celestia informed me that the object of Twilight's affection was none other than your loved one, Anonymous the Human. (Congratulations, by the way)."
  3395. >Note: Do not rally the guard.
  3396. >"Then a few days ago I was sent a letter from Celestia stating that you had unintentionally poisoned Anonymous? I cannot imagine why you would do such a thing. If I recall, the doctors over there at Canterlot are quite capable of purging love-potions from the afflicted. They got quite good at it whilst I was studying there. (And trying not to accidentally kill my to-be husband with failed experiments!)"
  3397. >"I cannot apologise enough for the damage that has been done, Princess Luna. I hope everything works out for the best."
  3398. >"Regards, Princess Cadence <3"
  3399.  
  3400. >Why does she have to sign every letter with a heart?
  3401. >And I cannot possibly be to blame for not taking Anonymous to the doctors sooner because I wasn't exactly in a position to do so prior to the poisoning.
  3402. >I suppose I can forgive Cadence for her transgressions.
  3403. >She seemed apologetic enough.
  3404. >Though I must admit I had completely forgotten about suspecting her.
  3405. >Seems that it was rather obviously her from the start.
  3406. >Though the letter raised an important point.
  3407. >Both Cadence and sister are disappointed in Twilight Sparkle?
  3408. >The moment Anonymous began convulsing Celestia spoke the word "hospital" to me then stole Sparkle away to her private chambers.
  3409. >What did she do?
  3410. >I must ask her.
  3411. >Perhaps even apologise for my actions.
  3412.  
  3413. >Filtz has brought me a moonpie.
  3414. >His attempts to alleviate my mood are appreciated.
  3415. >I have taken note of his behaviour lately.
  3416. >His moods mirror my own in a way.
  3417. >It is rather peculiar.
  3418. >I shall try to talk to sister about what has happened between herself and Twilight Sparkle.
  3419. >Perhaps I shall uncover some answers, sister is rarely disappointed with Sparkle.
  3420. >Farewell, diary.
  3421. > -Luna.
  3422.  
  3423.  
  3424.  
  3425. >21st August.
  3426. >Greetings, diary.
  3427. >I spoke to Celestia today.
  3428. >She was happy to sit down and talk with me, I think she might have been waiting for me to apologise, and she was forgiving, as always.
  3429. >According to Equestrian Law, in light of an event that occurred about 5 centuries ago, the manipulation of emotions through spells or alchemy is illegal.
  3430. >Because of this, Princess Cadence was a great deal of trouble during her studies due to her wilful disregard for the law and obsessive desire to manipulate those around her.
  3431. >But given Cadence's affinity for love-magic, Celestia decided to overlook it since such magic was the core focus of her studies. (It didn't make much sense to me either).
  3432. >And the Want-it-Need-it spell conjured by Twilight Sparkle a while ago was also an illegal act that Celestia worked hard to keep under wraps.
  3433. >Because Twilight Sparkle was such a good student, Celestia let her off. But this time was something that she actively pursued, even in light of her previous offence and new knowledge of the laws against such magics.
  3434. >(Does this mean that Cadence was also breaking the law by helping her create the potion? Should I have told sister?)
  3435. >Celestia was hoping that I was lying when I told her everything in the garden that day. That Twilight Sparkle had simply lured Anonymous away from me.
  3436. >That she would not resort to something so treacherous.
  3437. >Twilight Sparkle has been punished accordingly. Sister would not say how, only that she will no longer be a problem.
  3438. >I haven't for the life of me any idea what that means.
  3439. >In regards to Anonymous, Sister was nothing short of furious with me.
  3440. >Alone with her in her chambers, her guards dismissed from outside, she unleashed her fury.
  3441. >I felt small.
  3442. >Sister's wrath is indeed a great and terrible thing.
  3443.  
  3444. >"The fact that you were so foolish as to not only concoct a love potion cure without any prior training, and then to use such a dangerous concoction on someone you love who was also an alien creature and the only one his kind in this world is the single most stupid action you could have possibly taken."
  3445. >She went on to berate me for not being careful, for keeping everything to myself, and for taking matters such as this into my own hooves when we have an entire staff on hoof and willing to do anything for my needs, including provide insight on the dispelling of love magic.
  3446. >Celestia raved on for about an hour.
  3447. >Her words were like thorns at some parts.
  3448. >It was at this point that I realised just how wrong I had been.
  3449. >I am literally surrounded by ponies willing to help me, but instead I chose to shut myself in. To deal with my own problems much like I did in the days of old.
  3450. >More and more I feel less like a princess and more like a naive foal.
  3451. >Thankfully, Celestia forgave me.
  3452. >She could not say the same for Anonymous.
  3453. >Sister has spoken to him and told him everything that has transpired.
  3454. >He is unlikely to forgive me.
  3455. >So I shall do what lovers do, and I shall sit by his side.
  3456. >Whether he likes it or not, I shall personally see to him. To keep him company.
  3457. >I shall grant him the blankets the hospital staff do not, and ensure that he does not feel lonely on the nights he stays awake.
  3458. >It is the least I can do for him for what I have done.
  3459. >I am a terrible partner.
  3460. >I do not know what he ever saw in me.
  3461. >Farewell, diary.
  3462. > -Luna.
  3463.  
  3464.  
  3465.  
  3466. >22nd August.
  3467. >Greetings, diary.
  3468. >I neglected to mention this in yesterdays entry:
  3469. >When I asked Celestia why she did not assist me in my troubles, she simply answered that she did not expect me to go to such lengths, and assumed that I would find alternative means rescue Anonymous. (I thought there were none).
  3470. >Though she admitted that she should have seen it coming (the cure, that is), and it was only when Anonymous drank his soup that she realised how far I was willing to go, and also that what I had said regarding love potions and Twilight Sparkle had been true.
  3471. >Which made her extremely angry.
  3472. >I maintain that she could have just assisted me in the first place, but I do not wish to say such a thing to Celestia. We are once more on equal ground, and I do not wish to upset her again.
  3473. >Sometimes you just have to concede defeat on some matters to keep things simple.
  3474. >Today I visited Anonymous.
  3475. >He did not speak to me.
  3476. >So I simply told him about my exercises and what the castle staff had been doing.
  3477. >A pair of guards got into a fight.
  3478. >I did not feel like intervening so I merely let them punch each other unconscious then dragged them back to the barracks.
  3479. >Filtz continues to outsmart the head chef in the kitchens, and steals food from beneath his very nose.
  3480. >Anonymous did not respond to this very much.
  3481. >He simply grunted to my words.
  3482. >Today marks a long road to recovering my relations with Anonymous.
  3483. >(I never considered it, but is nearly killing my beloved considered a rough patch or a breakup?)
  3484. >Farewell, diary.
  3485. > -Luna.
  3486.  
  3487.  
  3488.  
  3489. >23rd August.
  3490. >Greetings, diary.
  3491. >Did my exercises as quickly as I could before I set off for Anonymous' ward.
  3492. >The new recruits in the garrison still won't stop screaming when I lift them.
  3493. >Anonymous was stubborn as always, and refused to speak.
  3494. >I don't mind. It is understandable.
  3495. >His meal today was soup.
  3496. >At the mention of this, he went pale.
  3497. >I was surprised he could become any more so given his condition.
  3498. >He refused to eat it.
  3499. >I asked the nurse if there was anything else he could eat, and she informed me that there was not.
  3500. >So I forced it down his throat.
  3501. >He struggled a little bit, but I restrained him with magic and made sure he swallowed it all.
  3502. >A few curse-words were flung my way, including a rather funny sounding "Fat flying fetlock'd faggot".
  3503. >Amusing because I do not have fetlocks.
  3504. >Nor am I fat.
  3505. >In fact, Anonymous once praised me for my rump. A long time ago.
  3506. >But he still refused to talk to me otherwise.
  3507. >Farewell, diary.
  3508. > -Luna.
  3509.  
  3510.  
  3511.  
  3512. >24th August.
  3513. >Greetings, diary.
  3514. >More waiting by his bed. Am writing this while he sleeps.
  3515. >With nowhere to go and being too weak to walk properly, he sits and fumes in his bed while I sit next to him.
  3516. >He told me to "piss off" a few times.
  3517. >I told him to "drink his soup".
  3518. >Then I made him drink his soup.
  3519. >Otherwise, nothing of note happened.
  3520. >I hope he recovers soon.
  3521. >Farewell, diary.
  3522. > -Luna.
  3523.  
  3524.  
  3525.  
  3526. >25th August.
  3527. >Greetings, diary.
  3528. >I introduced Anonymous to Filtz today.
  3529. >To my joy, Anonymous took a liking to my stalwart companion.
  3530. >Filtz was fond of his new friend as well.
  3531. >I was silent as the pair played together.
  3532. >Anonymous tossed an apple in the air and Filtz would fly up to catch it before it fell.
  3533. >They did this for about 30 minutes.
  3534. >The apple was practically mush by the end of it.
  3535. >But as Filtz flew around the ward catching the apple and squeaking happily I felt myself growing more at ease.
  3536. >It was a nice change of pace, watching the two interact.
  3537. >Filtz is to accompany me to Anonymous every day from now on.
  3538. >(I got some more blankets for Anonymous. He did not thank me, but he accepted them nonetheless, which is what matters).
  3539. >Farewell, diary.
  3540. > -Luna.
  3541.  
  3542.  
  3543.  
  3544. >26th August.
  3545. >Greetings, diary.
  3546. >Anonymous remains bedridden.
  3547. >Much to his glee, his food today was not soup. It was salad.
  3548. >I still force-fed it to him.
  3549. >I can't have him wasting energy on feeding himself.
  3550. >(That was my excuse. I just like feeding him. It is most therapeutic).
  3551. >Filtz has taken to sleeping on Anonymous' chest, which is lovely to see.
  3552. >I will leave him with Anonymous overnight from now on. He is smart enough to wake up and flee before the nurses and doctors catch him, so he will be safe.
  3553. >My old letters are all but read now.
  3554. >Perhaps I should read them to Anonymous?
  3555. >Yes, I shall do just that.
  3556. >With luck, it will remind him of what we once had.
  3557. >Farewell, diary.
  3558. > -Luna.
  3559.  
  3560.  
  3561.  
  3562. >27th August.
  3563. >Greetings, diary.
  3564. >I read the first of our letters to Anonymous.
  3565. >When he realised what I was reading to him, he was quiet, and listened.
  3566. >With luck, my plan worked, and tomorrow he shall leap out of bed and tackle me to the ground. Then we can make love on the sterile floor of the ward.
  3567. >(A mare can dream, diary).
  3568. >Farewell.
  3569. > -Luna.
  3570.  
  3571.  
  3572.  
  3573. >28th August.
  3574. >Greetings, diary.
  3575. >I arrived with a large pile of the letters Anonymous had sent me over the course of our 'relationship'.
  3576. >When he saw the pile he promptly stopped swearing at me and listened.
  3577. >He even chuckled at points and murmured things like "yeah I remember that".
  3578. >At least he's smiling again.
  3579. >Filtz enjoys nibbling on Anonymous.
  3580. >(He's covered in bite marks now but doesn't seem to mind).
  3581. >Tomorrow we shall see if he can walk.
  3582. >By "we" I mean the doctors whilst I peer through a crack in the door. I am still technically not allowed in.
  3583. >Farewell, diary.
  3584. > -Luna.
  3585.  
  3586.  
  3587.  
  3588. >29th August.
  3589. >Greetings, diary.
  3590. >Anonymous can walk.
  3591. >I cried out in joy when I saw him stretching his legs and wobbling about.
  3592. >This made everyone in the room look towards the door I was looking through, but I do not care.
  3593. >He will have to use a cane for a while, but he is up and about. And that is what matters most.
  3594. >The doctor urged him to stay at the castle until he can fully walk, then he can return to Ponyville.
  3595.  
  3596. >If Anonymous returns to Ponyville, I might never see him again.
  3597. >I hope he forgives me before he goes.
  3598. >Or I do not know what I shall do//_-..
  3599.  
  3600. >Anonymous was pretending to be asleep whilst I was writing this.
  3601. >His efforts to swipe you are pitiful.
  3602. >He is asleep now.
  3603. >I thin//--.
  3604.  
  3605. >No, he was not. Another attempt.
  3606. >It appears as though he is rather fixed on getting you tonight.
  3607. >I shall take this as a sign that I should stop writing in you at night, at least while I am next to Anonymous.
  3608. >Farewell, diary.
  3609. > -Luna.
  3610.  
  3611.  
  3612.  
  3613. >30th August.
  3614. >Greetings, diary.
  3615. >Anonymous wanted to go for a walk today, so he climbed out of bed and hobbled out the door with his cane.
  3616. >It is a rather lovely cane. It has a gold head and a sleek wooden body.
  3617. >Anonymous hates it, clearly.
  3618. >As much as he detested the idea of me accompanying him on his walk, I think he knew that he couldn't stop me.
  3619. >We walked down the corridors and gardens of the castle.
  3620. >In the direct sunlight, I realise how pale his face has become.
  3621. >It has recovered some colour, but still seems so devoid of life.
  3622. >To think that I was so close to losing him.
  3623. >This thought crossed my mind and I hugged him whilst we were paused and looking at a fountain.
  3624. >He swore a few times, but sighed and let me hold him.
  3625. >I am glad.
  3626. >Hugs are something I sorely missed, and even though he did not return it, I enjoyed holding his body again.
  3627. >He spoke to me as well.
  3628. >Asked me why I did what I did.
  3629. >The best answer I could give him was that I thought it was the right thing to do.
  3630. >He laughed. Quite hard. Unsure why. He can be odd at times.
  3631. >The rest of our walk was rather lovely after that. We sat on a bench and listened to the sounds of the city beyond the walls.
  3632. >Not much else was said.
  3633. >I hope we can do this walk again.
  3634. >Farewell, diary.
  3635. > -Luna.
  3636.  
  3637.  
  3638.  
  3639. >31st August.
  3640. >Greetings, diary.
  3641. >Anonymous greeted me with a nod today.
  3642. >I suggested we walk, and he accepted.
  3643. >Today's walk was not as lively as yesterdays, but it was still peaceful.
  3644. >Anonymous spent most of the time staring into the distance.
  3645. >Hardly any words were exchanged. I did not feel the need to break the silence.
  3646. >Simply walking with him was pleasant enough. I was just happy that he had accepted my offer for one.
  3647. >I will try to make these walks a daily occurrence.
  3648. >Farewell, diary.
  3649. > -Luna.
  3650.  
  3651.  
  3652.  
  3653. >1st September.
  3654. >Greetings, diary.
  3655. >Anonymous and I spoke today.
  3656. >We were in the gardens, sat on a bench and overlooking the statue garden.
  3657. >He asked me if I knew what it felt like, to be poisoned like he was.
  3658. >I did not know.
  3659. >Anonymous was completely conscious during his enchantment.
  3660. >Every action he took at the whim of Twilight Sparkle was his body betraying him.
  3661. >The smiles, fake. The look in his eyes, fake. He was a prisoner in his own mind.
  3662. >He then told me that to see me again, at Canterlot made him want to jump with glee.
  3663. >But he could not.
  3664. >He had spent the entire day hoping that I would do something to help him.
  3665. >And then I poisoned him.
  3666. >He described the pain as something akin to drinking scalding hot acid whilst his skin was being flayed from his body.
  3667. >As though everything inside him was suddenly set ablaze.
  3668. >As though a thousand knives were tearing every inch of his flesh over and over.
  3669. >He thought he was going to die.
  3670. >He thought I was trying to murder him for what he was forced to do to Twilight Sparkle, even though he had no choice.
  3671. >He thought I had betrayed him, when I was the only one he trusted any more.
  3672. >I was his only hope and I nearly killed him.
  3673. >I did not know how to answer him, I admit that I stared at him in horror for a long while.
  3674. >What could I have said?
  3675. >The walk ended right there and I escorted him back to his bed.
  3676. >I need to think.
  3677. >Farewell, diary.
  3678. > -Luna.
  3679.  
  3680.  
  3681.  
  3682. >2nd September.
  3683. >Greetings, diary.
  3684. >Last night I dreamt of Anonymous burning.
  3685. >As with most nightmares, I was s/c-.a\-r\.e.-/d-- worried.
  3686. >I do not get them often, and this one was certainly very vivid.
  3687. >I sat with Anonymous today, we did not walk.
  3688. >When the doctors had left the room, and we were alone, he beckoned for me to come closer.
  3689. >I did so, and he hugged me.
  3690. >Though I was not filled with the same sort of joy that I had become used to with our hugs.
  3691. >Rather, I was overwhelmed with the urge to protect him.
  3692. >I returned the hug gently, not wishing to harm him.
  3693. >Still I am haunted by my mistakes.
  3694. >For all the effort I put into protecting him I subjected him to a psychological hell.
  3695. >He allowed me to feed him, and he asked me about life at the castle.
  3696. >I answered as much as I could (I am hardly a concise source of social news) and left him to play around with Filtz.
  3697. >I hope I do not have any more nightmares tonight.
  3698. >They make me s/_- worried about sleeping.
  3699. >Farewell, diary.
  3700. > -Luna.
  3701.  
  3702.  
  3703.  
  3704. >3rd September.
  3705. >Greetings, diary.
  3706. >Anonymous asked me what I knew about the things he and Twilight Sparkle did.
  3707. >I had not actually told him that I had spied on him rutting Sparkle, so I decided to tell him.
  3708. >He went red. Very red.
  3709. >And then attempted to hide beneath his blankets.
  3710. >Were I in a more vengeful mood I would have swatted him with a hoof.
  3711. >But after his explanation of his experiences under the potion, I could not imagine doing anything worse.
  3712. >I find myself more inclined to just hold him in my hooves.
  3713. >To cradle and shield him from everything else in the world.
  3714. >But if recent events have taught me anything it is that he is not even safe with those who love him.
  3715. >Celestia came to visit today.
  3716. >She merely exchanged pleasantries with Anonymous, inquiries about health and whatnot.
  3717. >Though she asked me to leave for 5 minutes.
  3718. >I did so, and watched her whisper in Anonymous' ear for a while.
  3719. >Then she left.
  3720. >Anonymous would not tell me what she said.
  3721. >Should I be concerned?
  3722. >Perhaps. Perhaps not. It seems that I cannot trust my own judgement these days, so I shall wait and see.
  3723. >Farewell, diary.
  3724. > -Luna.
  3725.  
  3726.  
  3727.  
  3728. >4th September.
  3729. >Greetings, diary.
  3730. >Received a request from Canterlot Academy today.
  3731. >They wish for me to give a talk on ancient rites, since I apparently know better than anyone else.
  3732. >They offered to pay me a large sum of bits for my services.
  3733. >I cannot bring myself to care even a little bit.
  3734. >I don't care about anything beyond these walls at the moment.
  3735.  
  3736. >I sound like an angst-ridden filly.
  3737. >Despite my grievances I cannot pass up such a simple chance to refresh the royal treasury somewhat.
  3738. >The talk is on the 6th. I suppose I shall attend. It is only for two hours.
  3739. >Though it is hardly an appropriate time.
  3740. >Unfortunately, my royal duties come first.
  3741. >Of course they do.
  3742. >They always do.
  3743. >Sometimes I wish I was not a princess.
  3744. >I would be a mercenary.
  3745. >Farewell, diary.
  3746. > -Luna.
  3747.  
  3748.  
  3749.  
  3750. >5th September.
  3751. >Greetings, diary.
  3752. >Anonymous smiled at me when I walked in today.
  3753. >He said he had given it a lot of thought, but was prepared to forgive me as long as I did not attempt to murder him again.
  3754. >I nodded.
  3755. >Checked around for any hospital staff that might have been watching. (There were none).
  3756. >Then I leapt onto Anonymous and started sobbing.
  3757. >I think he might have been shocked at such an unexpected display, but I cared little.
  3758. >I held his body against my own as hard as I could, never wanting to let go.
  3759. >His arms wrapped around me and held me close whilst I made his blankets wet with my unusually large amount of tears.
  3760. >We stayed like that for a full 10 minutes.
  3761. >Surprisingly, not a single staff member walked in during it.
  3762. >I am glad for that. It would have been a most awkward thing to explain.
  3763. >The feeling of Anonymous holding me again was everything I could have asked for.
  3764. >He whispered in my ear that everything was going to be fine.
  3765. >I already knew that (sort of), but hearing it from him made my heart leap.
  3766. >I felt safe.
  3767. >Which is wrong. -He- is the one that -I- am supposed to be keeping safe.
  3768. >Idiot human.
  3769. >I love him so much.
  3770. >Tomorrow I give my talk. And I shall do so with a smile.
  3771. >Farewell, diary.
  3772. > -Luna.
  3773.  
  3774.  
  3775.  
  3776. >6th September.
  3777. >Greetings, diary.
  3778. >The youth of today have absolutely no respect.
  3779. >Oh, they listened to my words with attentive ears. They were enraptured by everything that came out of my mouth.
  3780. >And yes, the professors themselves were furiously taking down notes from the words I spoke.
  3781. >But then one young mare had the gall to ask me if I was still dating "That alien that was found digging through my dad's bin".
  3782. >I glared at her and set her mane on fire for asking such foolish questions.
  3783. >Then I stormed out and demanded payment.
  3784. >The mare in charge delivered the coinage swiftly, pleading with me not to set her on fire either.
  3785. >Her fear amused me.
  3786. >With my sack of coins in my possession I flew home and immediately informed Anonymous of my most recent victory.
  3787. >He laughed.
  3788. >Genuinely.
  3789. >Once he had died down he stared at me for a long while before saying "I missed this".
  3790. >I agreed with him.
  3791. >It was then that he leant forwards and kissed me.
  3792.  
  3793. >I'll admit that my entire body seized up.
  3794. >His lips pressed against mine did more to halt me in my tracks than the most fearsome and battle-hardened dragons of old.
  3795. >When he pulled back and smiled at me I just sort of stared at him.
  3796. >I don't think I even blinked.
  3797. >So I did the only thing I could think to do and ran back to my room as fast as possible.
  3798. >Did not think to teleport, thinking back it would have been easier.
  3799. >I am sat on my bed right now, still wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
  3800. >I just felt the need to recap the days events before I reached the kissing part out of habit.
  3801. >But I am genuinely stunned right now.
  3802. >What do I do now?
  3803. >Is that it? Do I marry him now?
  3804. >Am I supposed to just wait here in my room for something to happen?
  3805. >This has never happened to me before.
  3806. >Even with my mirror-training I was not prepared.
  3807. >Filtz is flying around the room madly as I write this.
  3808. >Can't imagine why, he was not the one who got KISSED BY ANONYMOU//_...
  3809. >QUILL.
  3810. >What am I supposed to do now?
  3811. >Stupid human. He's ruined everything. Things were going so well.
  3812. >I want to kiss him again.
  3813. >Is that right? Do I just go downstairs and kiss him again?
  3814. >Do I wait until he's recovered?
  3815. >Horseapples.
  3816. >Farewell, diary.
  3817. > -Luna.
  3818.  
  3819.  
  3820.  
  3821. >7th September.
  3822. >Greetings, diary!
  3823. >Anonymous is healthy enough to leave the ward permanently!
  3824. >He is still pale, but less so than he was.
  3825. >And best of all he does not require his cane!
  3826. >I also have no idea what to do!
  3827. >He winked at me when I entered the ward today.
  3828. >I immediately ran back out trying to hide my blush from the staff.
  3829. >They knew.
  3830. >They all know.
  3831. >He must have told them, I am sure of it.
  3832. >Does Celestia know? Should I tell her?
  3833. >Why would I tell her?
  3834.  
  3835. >Okay. Focused now.
  3836. >I am calm.
  3837. >Filtz is calm.
  3838. >Everything is calm.
  3839. >I shall simply go downstairs to the dining hall, where Anonymous is currently eating his lunch.
  3840. >And I shall casually invite him to my quarters so that we may converse about the matter that transpired yesterday.
  3841. >Like adults.
  3842. >Not overexcited foals incapable of processing a measly 'kiss'.
  3843. >I cannot believe I got so worked up over something so small.
  3844. >Will write an update soon.
  3845. > -Luna.
  3846.  
  3847.  
  3848.  
  3849. >8th September.
  3850. >Last night was certainly an endeavour.
  3851. >He was stubborn to enter my chambers, but I managed to get him in with a strict voice.
  3852. >There we had a stare-down for a moment, and I instructed him to tell me what the purpose of the kiss yesterday was.
  3853. >He developed a suave expression and grinned at me, then//--..
  3854.  
  3855. >I am just going to get to the point, diary.
  3856. >We had sexual intercourse.
  3857.  
  3858. >Anonymous and I had sexual intercourse with one-another.
  3859. >It was every bit as glorious as I had imagined it.
  3860. >Though I shall have to write to the authors of those books I read a few months ago regarding such acts.
  3861. >They made it out to be a short process.
  3862. >Instead, Anonymous and I were going for at least three hours.
  3863. >It was far more physically challenging than I had originally thought, but in the end I prevailed.
  3864. >He was begging me to stop because he was tired.
  3865. >Overall I would rate the experience top marks.
  3866. >Definitely something I would like to do again, if Anonymous would be up to the challenge.
  3867. >Because of the intense feeling of exertion, I shall attempt to add it to my daily work out.
  3868. >The aftermath of the intercourse was wonderful.
  3869. >Anonymous and I cuddled.
  3870. >I asked him if this means we should get married and he told me: "Damn, woman, slow down. I nearly died a few days ago, give me some time."
  3871. >(I shall ask him again in a week).
  3872.  
  3873. >Truthfully, diary, last night was the most intimate experience of my life. And I have been alive for a very long time.
  3874. >It was a reminder of just how much Anonymous means to me.
  3875. >As we laid on my bed, his arm around me and the pair of us basking in the afterglow of our love-making, I asked him if we were going to continue our relationship.
  3876. >He told me that he had given it a lot of thought during his time in the ward and he would be happy to keep it going, but I had to promise not to do any more "whacked out magical bullshittery".
  3877. >His choice of language never fails to amuse me. There is a certain charm to it that grew on me after a while.
  3878. >He has developed an intense fear of soup and chocolates thanks to magic.
  3879. >When asked why chocolate, he told me that it was how Twilight Sparkle got him to ingest the love potion.
  3880. >Deceptive bitch.
  3881. >I still do not know where she is.
  3882. >Not that I care.
  3883. >If she sets foot near the castle again I shall have her arrested for terrorism.
  3884. >Anonymous is nervous to go back to Ponyville.
  3885. >He said he values his life more than his job.
  3886. >So I offered him a bed here in the castle.
  3887. >My bed, to be more specific.
  3888. >He accepted.
  3889. >So I suppose that means he is now living with me.
  3890. >If I had to describe my feelings on the matter I would have to say-
  3891. >Current mood: Content.
  3892. >Farewell, diary.
  3893. > -Luna.
  3894.  
  3895.  
  3896.  
  3897. >9th September.
  3898. >Greetings, diary.
  3899. >I have sent a detachment of guards to Anonymous' house to gather his belongings and to bring them back to the palace.
  3900. >I also told Celestia everything.
  3901. >She wrapped me up into a hug and told me that she was proud of me.
  3902. >I told her that I was not proud of her, and rejected her hug.
  3903. >I then told her that I felt betrayed by her actions.
  3904. >That she had put her student above me, and by not taking my word when I told her about the love-potions that she had abandoned me when I needed her most.
  3905. >That she had pushed me to the limits I went to and made me feel more alone than ever.
  3906. >And that if she dares to put anyone above her own sister ever again I shall enact a terrible vengeance the likes of which Equestria has never seen.
  3907. >Sister was somewhat stunned by my outburst.
  3908. >She then started begging for forgiveness.
  3909. >I still have not decided.
  3910. >Should I, diary? Is she worth it?
  3911. >Probably. But I shall keep her begging for a few days.
  3912. >She's earned a bit of suffering of her own.
  3913. >Before I left, Celestia said something that took me by surprise.
  3914. >Sparkle is not her student any more.
  3915. >Breaking a major law twice is just too much. And in order to keep up appearances and not seem as though she is guilty of favouritism, sister had to let Sparkle go.
  3916. >According to Celestia, Twilight Sparkle was "devastated".
  3917. >Good.
  3918. >That's the end of her story.
  3919.  
  3920. >I suppose it's also the end of our story as well, diary.
  3921. >Everything is nicely wrapped up now.
  3922. >Anonymous is mine once more, Celestia is at my hooves and Twilight Sparkle has suffered the greatest humiliation for her crimes.
  3923. >So why do I not feel as though this is a victory?
  3924. >If anything, I just feel tired, diary.
  3925. >I do not feel I deserved this.
  3926. >It was luck, above all else. And in the end I just feel somewhat jaded.
  3927. >But that is life, is it not? We stumble through this world blind to nearly everything around us, making the same mistakes and desperately trying to control what we cannot.
  3928. >Fate does not alter its path for us, we must follow its twisted tapestry no matter which direction it takes us, and the most successful of us are those that take the hardest blows in their stride and still look towards the dawn with a smile and a heart full of fire.
  3929. >I am glad it's over, in a way.
  3930. >There is too much pain in love. I suffered more than anyone to get here.
  3931. >The nights of crippling loneliness, the self-doubt and confusion.
  3932. >I feel drained. Exhausted.
  3933. >All I want to do is settle down with Anonymous and face the new day.
  3934. >I do not care much for victory celebrations. I only desire rest.
  3935. >Feels like a long time since I have properly rested.
  3936. >I suppose that this is everything catching up with me, isn't it?
  3937.  
  3938. >You have been good to me, diary.
  3939. >A voiceless, unconscious but ever-present anchor for me to voice my thoughts to.
  3940. >And as luck would have it, you are running out of pages.
  3941. >I have written an awful lot over the course of this misadventure.
  3942. >Thank you, diary.
  3943. >Though the only job you had was to be an archive of my innermost thoughts, you performed admirably.
  3944. >And I think that this is where I leave you.
  3945. >It has been a funny couple of months, has it not?
  3946. >Seems like only yesterday I was interrogating an alien.
  3947. >And now I have fallen hopelessly in love with him.
  3948. >There is still the matter of his mortality.
  3949. >But in a way, I suppose that this is the last challenge I must overcome.
  3950. >Every life must come to an end, even mine.
  3951. >And even though Anonymous' time on this world is limited, I shall devote each and every day to him.
  3952. >To love and look after him, to care for him and ensure that he is safe.
  3953. >I love him more than words can describe. And if that means that I have to come to terms with his frighteningly short life then I shall.
  3954. >Though his presence may be but a blink of an eye in the lifespan of an immortal, my memories of him will persist for all of eternity.
  3955. >So now I leave you.
  3956.  
  3957. >I have little time to spend with Anonymous, and I want to spend as much of it by his side as I can.
  3958.  
  3959. >Farewell, diary.
  3960. >For the last time.
  3961. > ~Luna & Anonymous.
  3962.  
  3963. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnYuJVC0JRA
  3964.  
  3965. ---
  3966. Epilogue
  3967. ---
  3968.  
  3969. >A soft breeze gently pushes aside the balcony curtains.
  3970. >Above the sparkling tranquillity of a late-night Canterlot, two figures silently take in the view from their high point.
  3971. >One of them looks to the other and smiles, extending a hand and lightly rubbing behind her ear.
  3972. "Beautiful night as always, Luna."
  3973. >The princess swells with pride and leans into her partner's hand.
  3974. >"I am glad to spend it with you, Anonymous."
  3975. >They both turn back to the view, but stand closer together.
  3976. >Though the night is pleasant, the air is chilly, and the pair huddle closer to each other to stay warmer.
  3977. >Luna smiles and looks toward her companion again.
  3978. >"Anonymous, did you remember to buy a present for Celestia?"
  3979. "Well yes, did you?"
  3980. >The princess seems aghast.
  3981. >"Of course! I would not forget my sister's birthday!"
  3982. "...Luna."
  3983. >"..."
  3984. >The human gives her a flat look, causing her to blush.
  3985. >She hopes that the darkness covers most of it.
  3986. >"I never know what to grant her. She hardly ever remembers it anyway."
  3987. "Still, it's a nice gesture."
  3988. >The human rubs his hands together and breathes into them in an effort to warm them.
  3989. >"So what did you get her?"
  3990. >He takes a moment to reply, rubbing his hands together thoughtfully.
  3991. "...I got her a bottle of gin."
  3992. >Luna blinks several times, a look of confusion washing over her.
  3993. >"Sister does not drink. ...Does she?"
  3994. "Probably not. But it's always what I used to get my family members."
  3995. >"Ah, I see."
  3996. >The two are quiet for a moment longer.
  3997. >"Anonymous?"
  3998. >He looks at his partner.
  3999. "Yes?"
  4000. >"Have you..."
  4001. >She trails off, then finds the words to say.
  4002. >"Have you enjoyed your time with us? With... Me?"
  4003. >The human frowns.
  4004. "Sure I have. What's wrong?"
  4005. >Luna gazes at him, her eyes carefully drinking in his features the same way she had done many times before.
  4006. >"I sometimes worry that you're not, ah, happy."
  4007. >His brow furrows slightly.
  4008. "I'm always happy to be around you, Luna. How long have you been thinking about this?"
  4009. >"For a few months. You just seem to be... Quieter, in recent times."
  4010. >Anonymous lets out a low chuckle.
  4011. "It's been over a decade, I think I'm allowed to slow down a bit."
  4012. >He steps closer and drapes his arms around her neck, pulling her into an embrace.
  4013. "You worry too much, Luna."
  4014. >"I have always worried."
  4015. "You need to stop it."
  4016. >"I do not wish to do so; you are my partner and I have to ensure your happiness."
  4017. >The human sighs and squeezes her.
  4018. "So long as I'm here with you, you needn't worry about me being happy, alright?"
  4019. >His arms let go of her, but one hand stays on her back.
  4020. >It reassures her.
  4021. >She relaxes at his touch as she always has, and turns her head back to the city below.
  4022. >"I cannot stop thinking back to the days before us, though. I almost lost you."
  4023. >The human rolls his eyes.
  4024. "This again? Luna, look at me."
  4025. >She peers up at him in the dark, the light of the moon the only thing between them.
  4026. "It's been too long. Relax and enjoy life; these last years have been everything I could ask for, and I can't have you wallowing around in past regrets."
  4027. >"But--"
  4028. >He holds up a hand.
  4029. "Promise me you'll let this go. It'll only bring you pain."
  4030. >"...I can't stop thinking about the past though, as well as the future."
  4031. >The human pauses.
  4032. >It is a topic he knows he will have to confront one day, but there never seems to be an opportune moment to discuss it.
  4033. >So he reaches forward and embraces his wife once more.
  4034. "Luna. You and I both know that what's coming is inevitable. All we can do is enjoy each other as much as we can in that time."
  4035. >He pulls his head back and gently touches his lips to hers.
  4036. >She barely moves as he does so.
  4037. "Life goes on, and if we dwell too much on what is to come we'll forget to enjoy what we have now."
  4038. >Luna presses her face into his chest and shudders.
  4039. >"But what am I to do once that day comes?"
  4040. "Deal with it."
  4041. >She pulls back and gives him a flat look.
  4042. >He chuckles.
  4043. "I meant deal with it the same way you deal with everything. With careful consideration and rationale."
  4044. >The alicorn sighs.
  4045. "Luna."
  4046. >She forces herself to look at him again.
  4047. "Promise me you won't fall into despair once I... you know."
  4048. >Luna, despite her current sorrow, can't help but smirk.
  4049. >" 'Fall into despair'... You would not have said that a decade ago."
  4050. >Anonymous grins back.
  4051. "You've rubbed off on me, silly horse."
  4052. >Luna scrunches her face up and buries her face in his chest again, tilting her head slightly so as not to stab him with her horn.
  4053. >The pair hold one another for a long time, neither saying anything more.
  4054. >Anonymous looks back through the balcony curtains into their bedchambers, and a thought suddenly occurs to him.
  4055. "Say..."
  4056. >Her ears perk up.
  4057. "Whatever happened to that old diary of yours?"
  4058. >After a brief moment, Luna steps back, a thoughtful look on her face.
  4059. >"I am not sure. Why do you ask?"
  4060. "I'm just wondering. How long has it been since you looked at it?"
  4061. >"Again, I do not know. Time has gone by like a blur in recent years."
  4062. >She purses her lips and gazes at her bedside cabinet on her side of the bed.
  4063. >"I wonder..."
  4064. >She trots back into the chambers, and Anonymous follows.
  4065. >Carefully opening her cabinet drawer, she pulls a dusty old box from a compartment that was covered by a small wooden board.
  4066. >Levitating it in her magic, she brings it to the balcony again so that she can see better.
  4067. >A shape in the darkness of her chambers has stirred, and an old, great bat with huge leathery wings drifts down from his perch, resting upon her head and lazily looking at the box before the three of them.
  4068. >She absent-mindedly strokes him with a hoof before sitting down and fumbling with the lock.
  4069. >Luna exhales sharply from her nose and smiles.
  4070. >"I put far too many enchantments on this box."
  4071. >Anonymous sits across from her and leans forward.
  4072. "Can you remember the unlocking spells?"
  4073. >She waves a dismissive hoof and scoffs.
  4074. >"I am not -that- old, Anonymous."
  4075. >The mare ponders the box for a moment, searching her mind for the correct spell.
  4076. >"Ah."
  4077. >With a quick flash of magic the box opens, its hinges acting silently as though they were freshly oiled.
  4078. >Within the box lie 4 items.
  4079. >Anon shuffles over next to his partner and studies its contents.
  4080. >A small paper flower, a locket, a stack of carefully folded papers, and a diary; all equally fresh-looking.
  4081. >The enchantment did its job in keeping out everything.
  4082. >Luna lifts out the flower and gazes at it.
  4083. >Anonymous gently plucks it from her magical aura and brings it close to his face.
  4084. "Well now; I never imagined I'd see this again."
  4085. >His partner hums to herself, a distant smile on her face.
  4086. >"Your first gift to me."
  4087. >Anonymous studies it for a little while longer before gently placing it back in the box.
  4088. >The papers are retrieved next, and the pair quietly sort through them.
  4089. >"Your old letters... Ah, some of your poetry--"
  4090. >Anonymous hastily swipes the papers from her and places them back in the box.
  4091. "N-not that important, love."
  4092. >Luna laughs softly and turns her attention to the locket.
  4093. "Who is that from?"
  4094. >She raises it up and frowns.
  4095. >"I am not sure..."
  4096. >The mare glances past it at the diary.
  4097. >"Perhaps the answer is in there."
  4098. >Putting the locket back in its place, Luna pulls out the old diary, treating it like a fragile glass trinket.
  4099. >Anonymous takes it with careful hands and attempts to open it.
  4100. >When he struggles to pry its pages apart, he grunts.
  4101. >Luna plucks the diary from him and smiles.
  4102. >"I certainly was a fool."
  4103. >She reaches up and taps the large bat on her head.
  4104. >He bares his fangs and lightly pricks her hoof.
  4105. >Holding it over the diary, Anonynous and Luna watch as a single drop of blood hits the cover of the diary.
  4106. >The book glows a faint red for a brief second before opening to the front page.
  4107. >Anonymous raises an eyebrow at this.
  4108. "Something you're not telling me, Luna?"
  4109. >She laughs quietly and gives him the book.
  4110. >He licks his lips and angles the text towards the moonlight.
  4111. >Then, begins to read.
  4112. "Fourteenth of January. Greetings, fair diary. My name is Princess Luna - Nightwarden and co-ruler of Equestria..."
  4113. >As he reads, Luna finds herself lost in her memories.
  4114. >His voice becomes somewhat muted as she gazes up at the night sky, at the same moon that watched her frolic about all those years ago.
  4115. "...Celestia has encouraged me to continue making notes after I told her..."
  4116. >Luna rests her head against him and gets comfortable, the bat on her head draping his wings over the sides of her face, equally as content as his mistress.
  4117. >Her smile never leaves her face as she listens to her lover read to her.
  4118. >A soft sigh leaves her lips, interrupting Anonymous.
  4119. "Something wrong?"
  4120. >"No, not at all."
  4121. >She gazes wistfully at moon as Anonymous returns to his reading.
  4122. "...Once more I am confronted with the issue on what to write..."
  4123. >Luna closes her eyes and lets her mind wander.
  4124. >At this moment, there is not a single place she would rather be.
  4125. >She will do what is asked of her, and cherish the present.
  4126. >Something she is more than happy to do.
  4127. >For it is a most wonderful of nights.
  4128.  
  4129. The End.
  4130.  
  4131. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Zm91n76dfA

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