>Yesterday will be a day marked down in history
>A day unlike any other
>For a thousand years Equestria has known peace and harmony, but then an unnatural phenomenon occurred threatening that peace
>A new species was brought to our world
>With a body that can only be described as akin to minotaurs and apes
>They all appeared out of thin air in the town of PonyVille
>They all came to our humble homes
>At first the residence thought this was an invasion from aliens
>One's who were blood thirsty and hungered for the destruction of Ponykind
>While that was merely the panicked guess of my little ponies, they weren't completely wrong
>For seconds all that could be heard was the moaning and groaning of these alien invaders, or as they call themselves, "humans", but soon they did collect themselves, and for some odd reason, they recognized their surrounding and their brethren
>One commonality they would admit later, is that they all watch a show based on our world
>Well watch is only one action they described, but after hearing their devotion to a supposed "fantasy" world, my judgement is that their love for the "show" is more akin to worship than any healthy relationship with a "children's" story
>The started to understand their situation within a minute before the unexpected happen
>They describe our world as utopia
>A place of pure wonder and joy
>But it seems they have another problem
>Their course of thought had taken their prophesied paradise, as a symbol of joy individually, but learning that their fellow fanatics where here as well turned things to a darker path
>No one knows who dealt the first blow
>In a moment what had been a peaceful welcome for the seemingly gentle giants had devolve into a riot of barbaric fury
>Many lives were lost, but here's the strange thing
>Not a single pony was wounded
>From the body count we've made of the corpses, we found were in the thousands
>It started with first, then some grabbed whatever they could get their hands on
>Their brutality to their fellow enthusiast were close to null, though they later admit that they all felt a family connection to each other at one point
>All of these humans descended upon each other, but not from primal rage, but from a common conclusion
>It went on for hours
>There was little destruction of property, nor was their a single pony causalty
>What truely scarred my little ponies, was the sea of blood and their layer of dead bodies covering all the grounds
>The many bodies were beaten to pulp was a testament to the barbaric brutality that pulsed within the brawl
>Why did this come about?
>Why did they all descend into this madness?
>In what name did they commit these atrocities for
>The remaining survivors confessed the one key component that has solidified their devotion to their show, and it’s hold on them
>They used the term, "Waifuism"
>It seems as petty as it is noble
>They have dedicated their love to somepony they've never met.
>They claim a love for a pony in the show
>Some even admit that they know nothing of the personality for the ponies they claim have taken hold of their heart, but they would kill for their love nonetheless
>I talk to them now, and they are as sane as you and I, so it just confuses me, why they would do this to each other when they consider each other family.
>The blood bath came to an end when there were only ten left standing.
>In the pile of corpses we found, there were perhaps fifty who were mortally wounded and most of them died in the hospital after all the possible care was administered to them
>At the end of the chaos, the ten started calling out to each other. Yelling the names of ponies you may recognize today, but with a term at the end they use to identify themselves and others
>These terms went as such "twifag" "octaviafag", "applefag". They called out to each other, until two uttered the same name they used to identify themselves
>And just like that they threw themselves into combat
>It was at that time I had arrived in time to end the crazed mortal combat
>They stopped and surrender willingly to my authority
>They have been chained and confined into separate cells in the ponyville dungeons
>I have personally talked to each and everyone of them separately to gauge who they are, what they are, and how do I address them
>I can see their guilt, their remorse, their regret, and their personality
>Though they feel pained for what they have done, they show no regret for their actions. Not the ones in the dungeons, nor the ones in who came from urgent care in the hospital
>It has been hours since I've talked with them, but I'm still vexed
>How do I judge these "men"?
>Is it fair for me to judge them?
>IS their cause petty enough to condemn, or noble enough to admire, or is their a cross between them
>Be Princess Celestia
>And I must make a decision that will determine the future of Anons in Equestria
>Above the desk in front of me, I stare memorized by the flame on the candle that illuminates my room, battling the darkness back, although I have no reason for the light
>Perhaps it is a creature comfort, I need so badly right now, or maybe it is the flickering of the flames dance that mesmorizes me, and for seconds at a time take away the burdens of thought
>I have hours ago, stopped reading the files on my desk
>Many autopsy reports, many medical records of the wounded
>Progress on the mass grave being dug outside of Ponyville
>The confessions of the survivors and testimonies from the locals
>The professional analysis's from every academic field studying the case here
>The thousands of photoes blood and gore
>I have broken away from the pain and misery that has flooded my soul, since this incident and have been looking for an escape.
>One I have found in the dance of the flame of a candle
>But my solitude broke when the doors to my chambers opened
>"Sister, if I may?"
>I didn't turn my attention to Luna, for I was too busy trying not to think
>Not to cry
"Oh, please come in."
>Luna took the invitation and proceed to approach me slowly, giving both of time.
>For her to think of a way to approach me, and for me to savor the silence and emptiness within my mind
>Her soft steps stopped and I could see her in my peripheral vision.
>"Sister, have you formed an opinion of our other worldly guests."
>She distinctly used the term "opinion" rather than "judgement", due to my lack of approach towards the humans since yesterday
>I mull over your thoughts of the humans.
>They were all weary and tired
>Dry blood and sweat was still caked on clothes they wore
>But still...
>When I interrogated them, they spoke with such passion.
>They spoke with life and love
>They were forward and honest in every answer
>If I wrote down how they spoke about their daily lives I would have thought of them as my own.
>Tears form in my eyes at the thought
>I look over to the pictures of the progress of the mass grave being formed outside of Ponyville
>The monument to their sins, was starting to attract the beasts of the Everfree Forest, looking for an easy meal
>Some of the locals there, were questioning if they should even stop the beasts from taking their feast
>What respect can be had from their actions here?
>How can we respect their status as fellow sentient beings, when their welcome to paradise was bathed in blood?
>But that's why I dug deeper
>The common pony doesn't know, because they have not asked the questions I have.
>Who were they?
>They were people, with a love of life.
>Why did they do it?
>Because they loved.
>Because they were greedy
>And because of that they were willing to fight
>It made me sick to think that our existence together would cause such evil
>Discord himself took a leave of absence from Ponyville, to the Canterlot Castle to escape the grotesque scenery
>I understood his judgement
>For he always reveled in chaos, he was never one to harm a soul
>For the first time in his long life, his passion was defiled and made unholy
>He has been spending time alone with many visits from Fluttershy, before he asks to be alone.
>I would have joined him if it were not my duty to... deal with this situation
>I resigned my head downwards
"No. I have no proper thoughts on the humans."
>Luna looks to me, with silent agreement
>She shares my feelings on the matter
>She had taken the same investigation I had, and I have openly shared all information with her
>She looks conflicted for a second, before she resolves to speak
>"I don't think you need to hear this, but I thought you should at least know."
>This grabs my attention, though I was hesitant
>Everything I have learned thus far has only further painted this incident as a tragedy
>"I was able to glimpse at their dreams."
>I bit my lip bracing myself for a heartbreaking plunge
>"Well, most of them. Some of them have yet to sleep, despite the toll their bodies have taken."
>She turned to me, with a weak smile
>"They tolled me themselves that they were nocturnal."
>She chuckled
>"One of- one of them said they took comfort in knowing I was here. And.... and that they would feel a bit closer to me on a lonely night."
>She paused
>I'm not sure how she may feel.
>I was used to people praying to me, despite how many hints I laid that I was not an omnipresent god.
>Luna however, never had many that looked up to her, with the amount of reverence they had to me, but there was always respect given to her
>But to us both, the fanaticism was too new.
>Never had a pony took to such extremes
>It was one thing to enter a room, and everypony bow to me
>It was another to see a face I've never seen before, an entity I have never known existed, replicate the gesture on a sea of corpses
>When I talked to him, he spoke to me as if I was his god, as his neighbor, and his lover.
>I was never given this kind of reverence
>I have never imagined this kind of reverence
>I had no idea how Luna could feel
>"When I visited their dreams, I saw fear.They were afraid. What they saw was not a monster or beast. Not even death itself."
>"They were scared of rejection. A changeling would have drowned in the fear and sorrow the humans were feeling."
>"But not all of them were trapped by their dreams. One of them was a lucid dreamer"
>My curiosity peaked I leaned in closer.
>"In there he was sitting alone at a table, he created himself, adorned with a few dishes, such as pasta, salads, and even a pizza."
>She stopped and looked down.
>"He was waiting for me."
>"He saw me and invited me to eat with him"
>"I wanted to learn more and talk with him and he gave as much as he could."
>She stopped and looked up to the window before us, and out into the stars
>"It was actually quite pleasant."
>"I asked about his occupation, and he talked about his job, as a night nurse. I asked him about his friends, and went on to talk about them. I asked him about his family, he talked about his mother."
>"I asked him about the other humans. \He told me, he loved them as friends. He would talk with them, laugh with them, tell stories with them. 'So how could you kill them?' and he said, 'How could I live with myself, if I let someone take you away from me.'"
>"I was... rather, angry. I tried to hide my anger as you do sister, but, my words must have stung as his happy demeanor was stripped slowly. I asked him, 'Was I a prize to be won? Am I an item that can be stolen? Am I a slave to belong to you?' But he stuttered. He drew silent. When it became clear I wasn't going to get an answer from him. I left. I was angry. I was mad and disappointed. And... and..."
>I knew what she was going to say, because I felt it too.
>Despite having no interaction with these creatures.
>Despite all ignorance of them, I felt guilty
>Guilty of their infatuation that drove them to kill. For some reason I felt at fault with thier uncomfortable devotion they have with me and everypony else.
>I felt responsible in some way, for their personal mission to just speak with us.
>I preach much about friendship, but they beg the question I have never been asked.
>How much is friendship worth?
>Can you kill for it?
>It is never right to kill, but is it better than dying alone?
>Alone
>Luna was starting to sniffle and tears welled.
>"I left the dream. I left the Canterlot. And I continued to brew until I was settled. I had one more question to ask Adam."
>"So I went to Ponyville and went to the prison. And found nine men, in their cells."
"I asked for Adam, but the guards had told me that he was being rushed to the hospital for his wounds. those who were fit, were suppose to be in cells."
>"They told me that he had... had killed himself
>"His fellow man gave Adam the means to stab himself in the neck."
>"They told me his last words were...'see you faggots in Equestria'"
>It took me a minute to figure out what his words meant, beforeI shut my eyes and shook my head slowly
>Equestria isn't suppose to be a holy land
>It's not suppose to be sacred. It was only a home, to nurse joy and the values of friendship.
>"A man confessed to aiding his suicide.I had him put into solitary confinement. I came back here."
>She was on the verge of tears
>"I feel so..."
>I wrapped her in a wing and held her when she cried. It was half an hour before she stopped.
>I led her to my bed and let her sleep. She was tired, and so was I.
>She and I, were left drained, emotionally and physically, trying to judge this.
>My sister's breathing is now level as she sleeps on the bed behind me.
>I return to the desk.
>The sounds of a flickering flame are all the fights the silence
>I, it's audience, return my attention to it's dance, eager to escape my thoughts.
>Candles is short, but it will last the night.
>A few more hours is not enough, but I will take solace in the peace I am given