[ANON IN EQUESTRIA] Luna's Anonymous - Part VI

>Greetin//..

>Greetings, diary.
>Twilight Sparkle has returned to Ponyville.
>And now she -//__..

>Apologies. I am finding it difficult to write.
>I am overwhelmed at the moment.
>Once more I sit by candlelight.
>It is the 17th of July still.
>Though now it is dusk.
>I do not feel compelled to do anything.
>Writing is hard.
>I feel angry.
>Yet cannot muster the energy to unleash my fury.
>I feel distraught, almost drained.
>Yes, that seems like a much more apt description of my current emotions.
>I suppose I should transcribe what happened earlier today. Though the idea sounds extraordinarily unappealing.
>Doing so might help my mood improve. So I must. For my own sake.

>Twilight Sparkle outplayed me.
>I cannot believe she managed to, but she did.
>For all my power, all my magic, I fell for a simple piece of bait in that fake letter.
>After I returned to Canterlot, she made her move.
>By the time I had returned to Ponyville, she had already won.
>Anonymous now has eyes only for Twilight Sparkle.
>The very idea makes me sick to my stomach, but I saw it with my very own eyes.
>They nuzzled. They kissed. They whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears, even whilst I was there.
>I did not feel like a princess in that moment.
>I felt more like a foal.
>Excluded.
>Alone.
>Forgotten.
>How I raged at them. At him.
>I do not know what Twilight Sparkle has done to my beloved, but he looks at her with an almost animalistic lust.
>Nothing close to the way he looks at me.
>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.
>The way he looks at Twilight Sparkle is more like a rabid animal. Overcome with instinct and desire. No deeper emotion behind it.
>Anonymous would never betray me in such a way, I refuse to believe it.
>I am going to find a way to reverse this.
>And I -WILL- get my Anonymous back.
>But first, I need to do some research.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>18th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>Today marks the first day in my crusade to reclaim my beloved.
>When written like that, it seems much more professional than simply saying it in my head.
>I have been searching the archives all day.
>Though my thoughts were constantly occupied by the sights I had witnessed yesterday.
>Such a revolting thing to behold.
>Twilight Sparkle nuzzling and hugging -my- human.
>Only I may hug him.
>Does that seem overprotective?
>Possibly. But the thoughts only served to fuel my ambitions, and I scoured high and low in our most secret vaults for clues.
>The answer was actually rather simple, but disturbing.
>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.
>Love magic.
>An ancient and extremely potent power.
>Entire civilisations have crumbled due to the power of love, and that is no figure of speech.
>Princess Cadence, though deceptively kind and quite a pacifist at heart, embodies such power.
>I watched her obliterate an entire army simply by loving her husband.
>A terrible and ominous power indeed.
>Twilight Sparkle has close relations with Princess Cadence.
>Perhaps Sparkle visited her in her absence and procured her aid?
>I should not rule out such a possibility, but I must not be so ready to accuse Cadence of treachery.
>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.
>Sister once told me of a 'want it need it' spell of Twilight Sparkle's design.
>The archives shall be searched again for any clues as to what exactly has happened to my beloved.
>(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).
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>19th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>After a full day in the archives, I have found an old tome on love magic.
>It seems to be more complicated than I had originally anticipated.
>According to the book, there are 5 strains of love magic.
>The first is "Love Empowerment".
>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.
>I think the most prominent example would be when Princess Cadence fended off the changelings, as I have mentioned before.
>But I doubt that this tree was utilised by Twilight Sparkle, as Anonymous did not appear harmed in any way.
>The next is "Love Curses".
>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.
>(I shall save this page for later).
>Next is "Love Alchemy".
>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.
>"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.
>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.
>These strains reveal much, but I have my work cut out for me.
>For now, I must read.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>20th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>Yet another day of research, and I have narrowed down my options.
>I have singled out Alchemy and Wards as the most likely magic strains causing Anonymous' ailment.
>I must find out what exactly Twilight Sparkle has afflicted my beloved with, as love magic is dangerous to tamper with.
>If I apply the wrong cure to the wrong strain of magic, I might damage Anonymous in ways I do not wish to imagine.
>Another day of research is required.
>Celestia found me reading today.
>She caught me in the archives, and showed concern for my well-being.
>Herein lies a problem.
>Celestia is a great hindrance to my efforts.
>Twilight Sparkle and Celestia are extremely close to one another. They almost consider each other family.
>Because of this, I dare not harm Twilight Sparkle.
>As much as I would take great pleasure in RIPPING OUT THE LITLE WHORE'S SPINE//_.
>Apologies, I broke a quill.
>As much as I would take great pleasure in harming her for what she has done, Celestia's wrath would be great.
>I fear for what might happen to me should I harm sister's 'faithful' student, and I do not wish to test her.
>Much to my irritation, I must accomplish my quest without injuring Twilight Sparkle.
>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.
>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.
>I hope that is what she thinks. That way, my vengeance shall be all the sweeter.
>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.
>I think she suspects me.
>Should I just tell her the truth, diary?
>I am not sure I should. It might complicate matters. Though I have been wrong before.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>21st July.
>Greetings, diary.
>I have given it much thought, and I think I shall tell Celestia about Twilight Sparkle's activities.
>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.
>With luck, she can influence Twilight Sparkle to GIVE ME BACK MY HUMAN//--.
>Curses, another quill.
>Filtz seems to have sensed my discomfort lately, and now joins me in the archives.
>He is big enough to fly up to the high shelves and retrieve books so that I do not have to.
>I do love him so very dearly.
>(He's sleeping on my head again. He likes worming his way into my mane).
>Farewell, dairy.
> -Luna.



>22nd July.
>Greetings, diary.
>I have made a breakthrough with my research.
>According to these notes, there are a few ways to make a being fall in love that match my dilemma.
>Anonymous changed drastically overnight.
>That rules out long-term suggestion curses or enchanting.
>He was entirely lustful in nature, which removes the possibility of a manipulation enchantment (which often leave a pony hopelessly in love).
>These two symptoms mean that the following options are the reasons behind Anonymous' sudden shift.
>Love potions, Love poisons, Love enslavement or Love binding.
>The first two from alchemy, of course, the latter from the result of a ward being set off.
>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.
>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.

>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".
>Unfortunately, my research can only get me so far.
>The only way to confirm my suspicions for sure is to actually see Anonymous and Twilight face to face and watch how they interact.
>Which means, much to my annoyance, I shall have to watch the pair of them do as they do.
>The very notion makes me feel sick.
>I neglected to mention to you exactly what I did on the night of Anonymous' turning.
>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.
>The memory of that smile fills me with more rage than I can handle.
>I just disturbed Filtz because I threw my crown across the room.
>Filtz does not need to suffer my anguish, though.
>I do not mean to drag him down with m/--..

>Diary, I just thought of an idea.
>A cunning plan, if I do say so myself.
>But Filtz will not like it.
>Not one bit.
>Farewell.
> -Luna.



>23rd July.
>Greetings, diary!
>I had a most marvellous idea last night!
>I cannot believe I did not think of it previously!
>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!
>This way, I can safely throw my crown around and scream without harming Twilight Sparkle, Anonymous, or any innocent bystanders.
>Plus it means I do not need to organise a visit to Ponyville, which is always a time consuming process.
>The idea is simple.
>I meld my mind with Filtz.
>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!
>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.
>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.

>He was not willing to give up his blood.
>At all.
>I now carry a large scar on my face, but it suits me nicely.
>Filtz, on the other hoof, is now asleep on the desk next to you.
>Worry not, he is not hurt. But extracting blood can take a lot out of you. (That was a joke).
>In high spirits, I shall commence the ritual.
>Wish me luck, diary.
>I shall return once the task is complete!
> ~Luna.



>24th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>In retrospect, the mission could have gone a lot better.
>It was successful, but there were still a few problems I did not account for.
>The immediate start of the melding ritual was very problematic.
>Filtz's mind rejected mine instantly, as was expected, but the magnitude of the resistance was something I had to plough through.
>I fear I might have hurt Filtz in some way.
>As I write this now, he is happily sat on my head nibbling on an orange, but I still worry for him.
>Once the melding was complete, I had to spend an hour relearning how to fly.
>Contrary to popular belief, bats are not completely blind. They simply have the ability to detect objects in the dark using sonar.
>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.
>Though it was slightly difficult to maintain balance during flight (it was very windy), I made it to Ponyville.
>Instantly I was met with a jarring amount of noise that I also had not anticipated.
>The ears of Nightreavers are very sensitive, and although a normal bat would be used to such a cacophony, I am not a Nightreaver.
>My point is that I flew Filtz into a wall.
>Several times.
>This is why I am concerned about him. Brick walls are not an adequate emergency landing tool.
>With much difficulty and impacts with walls/windows, I found the Sparkle residence.
>I decided to perch on a branch outside Twilight Sparkle's bedroom window and observe as casually as possible.
>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.

>Celestia might punish me, but she can't punish a bat.
>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.
>In the pursuit of answers, I forced myself to watch this fiasco for two full hours.
>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".
>He might be under her control, but do not think I shall let these actions and comments go unpunished.
>Thankfully, it ended. And I had to press Filtz's face up against the glass to see the two interact.
>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.
>With these traits in mind, I can safely conclude that Anonymous has been afflicted with a love potion.
>This information shall be used to figure out a cure, then I shall need to somehow get it into Anonymous.
>I do not know how I can do that outside of tackling him and forcing it down his throat. But we shall see.
>Farewe//--
>I forgot to mention, because Filtz and I were one, his hunger was my hunger.
>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).
>It didn't put up much of a fight, and there was a lot of blood. (Nightreavers aren't exactly the cleanest of hunters).
>But Filtz deserved a treat for my unfair treatment of him.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>25th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>My research on a cure has not yielded any results as of yet.
>I did not expect to find one so soon, and I shall not remit until I do.
>Celestia asked me about the blood stains on the floor leading to my chambers.
>I feigned ignorance.
>She still does not know that I am actually harbouring Filtz.
>The guards do, however. But I have sworn them to secrecy.
>I passed a mirror today.
>Then spent a lot of time inspecting my rear end.
>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.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>26th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>In an absolutely shocking display of hubris and blatant offence unto me, Twilight Sparkle had written Celestia a letter.
>Sister showed me, her expression was puzzled.
>It was then that I realised that I still had not told her of Twilight Sparkle's treasonous actions.
>This is the letter that the WHORE//-.
>This is the letter:
>"Dear Princess Celestia."
>"I have the most wonderful news!"
>Wonderful as in 'Greetings, Celestia, I have desecrated the beloved of your sister, aren't I amazing?'
>How I wish I could immolate her.
>"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!"
>"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
>Faithful.
>FAITHF/--_
>QUILLS. AGAIN.
>Sister was most confused at this letter, and I immediately informed her of what Twilight Sparkle had done to my beloved.
>Though I did not so much 'tell her' as I did scream and shout about love potions and high treason against the royal family.
>Celestia dismissed my claims, and said that perhaps Anonymous was looking for a mare more local than I.
>I shouted at her and called her a horse.
>She banned me from the kitchens for a week.
>As I sit here writing this down, I feel as though I might have acted rather foalishly.
>I shall attempt to tell Celestia of what I have uncovered again at a later date.
>For now, I search for a cure. Sister matters not.
>I shudder to imagine what Twilight Sparkle is doing with my Anonymous right now.
>There's that headache again.
>I really do hate that unicorn.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>27th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>I have found a lead to a potential cure for a love potion.
>As with most magical cures, it requires a rare ingredient, a special combination of other ingredients, and a great deal of boredom.
>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.
>A love potion is more sophisticated than a love poison, and therefore requires a more sophisticated resolution.
>More research is required to find out which ingredients in particular are required.
>Also, I have realised that I have been neglecting my royal duties lately. The recent events have consumed me.
>With luck, this can be over soon and I can return to levitating the garrison, punching nobles and hugging my human.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>28th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>I cried today.
>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.
>So I did.
>Why did I cry, diary?
>Has the realisation that I could lose Anonymous finally set in?
>To be perfectly honest, I am surprised that I handled it so well in the first place.
>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?
>I suppose the momentum of all this research had been carrying me. But I had to crash eventually.
>Twilight Sparkle stole something from me that I had never had the good fortune to have.
>Someone special.
>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.
>Why?
>She does not see Anonymous as I see him.
>All she desires is to rut him, like a mindless thrall. A servant.
>I see Anonymous as my equal. I love him. I cherish the memories I have with him.
>Even now I am cradling his moonflower in my hooves.
>I just want him back, diary. Is it selfish for me to wish such a thing?
>The fact that I have not had a letter from Anonymous in so long only salts my wounds.
>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.

>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?
>I feel my stomach knot at that particular thought.
>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?
>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/_...
>The page just tore where I snapped my quill. I am sorry.
>But these questions were unleashed on me today in the archives, and I crumbled under their weight.
>The sudden onset of such thoughts must have been too much for me to bear.
>But as difficult as it is to see through this dark, I -must- press forward.
>If not for myself, but for Anonymous. He does not deserve to live his life as a slave for a pathetic little unicorn.
>I must rest.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>29th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>Today I found a vital lead towards the cure for my beloved.
>As with most magical cures, it requires a select number of important ingredients in the right amounts.
>The ingredients in question will most likely be rare, extinct, or in the possession of some foreign collector.
>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.
>Sunspot flower petals and rainbow essence.
>Simple to come by, there are some Sunspot flowers in the royal gardens near Celestia's 'victory' statue.
>Rainbow essence can be obtained from any weather factory. I shall have some delivered to me.
>With luck, a princess' request will land a good amount in my inventory without delay.
>Filtz has been oddly quiet today.
>I hope he's alright.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>30th July.
>Greetings, diary.
>I left to gather some Sunspot flower petals this afternoon.
>As I was gathering them (uprooting the entire plant and stuffing it in my burlap sack) I was confronted by Celestia.
>She cornered me and asked me to come with her.
>We proceeded to a veranda overlooking the castle labyrinth and spoke at length about my latest outburst.
>Celestia listened while I told her about recent events.
>I felt emotionally exhausted, so I did not shout.
>Sister was quiet as I told her of Twilight Sparkle's treachery.
>She then said that she would not assist me in this matter.
>Upon being asked why, she simply said "This means as much to Twilight as it does to you".
>I think this excuse is absolutely -PATHETIC-.
>Celestia has always coveted Twilight Sparkle above all other ponies, sometimes I think even myself.
>She simply does not wish to get involved in this because it might end up hurting Sparkle, who has stolen my Anonymous from me.
>Were I in Celestia's position, I would destroy the Sparkled one.
>Conspiring to receive a rutting from a royal consort has to be illegal somewhere.
>I shall have to research Equestrian law to make sure of it.
>Then perhaps I can unleash the fullest extent of the law upon Twilight Sparkle.

>My words are empty, diary.
>I read what I just wrote back to myself, but I feel hollow.
>Truthfully, I do not care about what Celestia thinks or does. She has the power to end this, and she chooses to do nothing.
>So be it.
>I shall simply finish my cure and win back Anonymous.
>That's all I want, diary.
>I just want this to end so that I can be in his arms again.
>I'm so very tired of this.
>I crave not for respect or validation.
>My one wish is for happiness in the arms of my beloved.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>31st July.
>Greetings, diary.
>My shipment of rainbow essence has arrived.
>As I stared into the crate containing it, I did not feel joy, or hope.
>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.
>I feel rather melancholy today.
>I did not exercise again. I just can't find the motivation to do anything other than read.
>Filtz is still quiet. He doesn't fly around as much as he used to.
>I am going to find a veterinarian and get him inspected.
>I cannot muster the will to write any further.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>2nd August.
>Feeling blue.
>Moreso than normal.
>Ha ha.
>I do not feel like smiling at jokes.
>Filtz is sick. I have to go.
>Sorry.
> -Luna.



>5th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>I apologise for my lack of updates.
>Filtz has grown somewhat sick, and I have been tending to him.
>The veterinarian states that it is but a case of temporary illness, and that it will pass in the coming week.
>But seeing him in such a position is distressing to me.
>He does not nibble my ear, he lies on my head and sleeps.
>I do not enjoy it.
>It spurred me into thinking about Anonymous, as most things tend to do.
>What happens if he gets sick and dies?
>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.
>If I left him with Twilight Sparkle, would he be happy?
>She is mortal. As is he.
>Should I leave them together and move o|//--

>This is complete madness.
>My state of mind has deteriorated rapidly over the course of the last week.
>Am I not the princess of the night?
>Am I not the same pony I have always been?
>Upright, proud, loyal defender of Equestria? (except for that one time).
>Filtz is stirring on my head, he will no doubt wish for food.
>I must not let this 'depression' get the best of me.
>I must find this cure, and then I shall create it, store it, and deliver it unto Anonymous myself.
>Moping and wallowing around in my own self pity is not the way a princess acts!
>Anonymous would not want me to marinate in my own tears and roll around under my bed covers engorging myself on moonpies!
>(That didn't actually happen. I promise).
>(Really, it didn't).
>No. I shall not be defeated, let alone by my own mind.
>Anonymous is my human. He is responsibility.
>I love him more than the stars in the sky.
>He gives me hope for the future, and grants me purpose when I feel as though I have none.
>I go now to assemble that cure.
>I have found the last ingredients I need.
>A Firebulb and a hair from the afflicted.
>Mark my words, diary. I shall win this.
>Farewell.
> -Luna.



>6th August.
>Greetings, diary!
>A day of thrills and action awaited Luna reborn.
>I suppose that term is slightly more than is necessary, but I feel invigorated.
>The path is clear, and the cure is brewing.
>I had to steal a Firebulb from the alchemists quarter of the castle.
>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.
>The thoughts of Twilight Sparkle grinning at me from behind Anonymous' leg seemed to make a reappearance, and her visage filled me with hate.
>Hate which I shall use to sustain me.
>Filtz managed to slide off my head and flap his wings twice before crashing into my bed.
>Such progress pleases me.
>If I am to see this through, I must build up the same momentum I had before I dipped into mild insanity.
>The sight of my bat getting better is helping somewhat.
>I even went out to exercise for a while!
>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.
>Celestia tried to speak to me but I was having none of it.

>She made her choice to abandon me in my time of need, and she can suffer for it.
>When Anonymous and I are together once more, we shall break into her chambers and ransack her belongings.
>Much like I used to in the days of old.
>(Except I was ransacking villages instead of bedchambers).
>(The civil war really was an interesting phase).
>For now, I wait.
>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.
>Farew-/-_.
>I neglected to mention how I retrieved a hair from Anonymous.
>The back of my bed has a few lying around from when he stayed.
>I am glad of it. A trip to Ponyville would have been disastrous.
>(The maid was annoyed that I refused to change my bedcovers).
>(I cannot help it. They smell like Anonymous and contain valuable materials needed to save his mortal soul).
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>7th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Celestia forced me to talk to her today.
>By this I mean she threatened to stop the kitchens from stocking my favourite snacks.
>I was then shown the following letter:
>"Dear Princess Celestia."
>"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."
>"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
>Sister has arranged for the whor|-..
>Sister has arranged for Twilight Sparkle to visit, knowing full well that Anonymous would accompany her.
>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//_--
>I must apologise, that imagery was too unbearable even for me.
>Reminds me of something I would read in a magazine article.
>Embarrassing.
>The important point is that Anonymous is coming to Canterlot in 3 days. (the 11th, considering the time I am writing this).
>I shall have the potion prepared by then, and will spend my time wondering how to get him to ingest it.
>Perhaps I shall sneak into his chambers and slip it down his throat as he sleeps?
>Time will tell.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>8th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Filtz has made a full recovery, much like my mood.
>Strange, really. He seemed to recover the same time I did.
>Perhaps we are more in sync than I imagined.
>A harrowing thought crossed my mind today.
>What if the cure I give to Anonymous is wrong?
>I have read and reread my notes a great many times to ensure that I do not accidentally poison my beloved.
>But I still have a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
>One small mistake could put him in great danger.
>Otherwise, the cure should work perfectly in reversing the effects of Twilight Sparkle's treason-beverage.
>(I was referring to her love potion).
>(That was a joke).
>Regardless of my certainty, I just cannot shake the feeling that something might go wrong.
>I pray that it doesn't. It most likely won't.
>I have followed the instructions to the letter.
>He should be fine.
>I should be fine.
>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.
>It was nice to lie with him.
>Very nice.
>I remember how warm he was.
>His skin was soft to the touch.
>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.
>Ignore that part above, I made a mistake and had to scribble it out.
>(Note to self: Double check seal on the diary to ensure it is secure).
>Perhaps these thoughts will pass.
>I can only hope.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>9th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>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.
>I then returned to my room.
>And did nothing.
>I have been lying here on my bed for hours.
>I keep stealing glances over to my cauldron.
>Tomorrow Twilight Sparkle arrives.
>With Anonymous.
>How do I approach this?
>Do I just tackle him the moment he enters the castle grounds and force the bottle of cure down his gullet?
>Or do I take things slowly and slip the cure? Perhaps in his food?
>That is not a bad idea. It is custom to have a meal with the royal family when visiting the castle.
>Anonymous, Celestia, Twilight Sparkle and I shall all be eating at the table together.
>I could slip into the kitchens just before the food is taken out and spill cure all over Anonymous' food!
>The more I write, the more appealing this idea sounds.
>It is stealthy, and Twilight Sparkle will not see it coming, as she no doubt expects me to act with extreme bluntness.
>Yes, this deceptive ploy might just work.
>Sometimes I impress even myself.
>Though I must confess, I still feel nervous.
>Anonymous will be spending all his time nuzzling and touching Sparkle.
>I hope I can survive long enough to cure him.
>The memories of his night with Twilight Sparkle are still burned into my mind.
>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.
>I wonder if my blood magic tome has any spells for forcibly removing memories?
>That's funny, I just got another headache.
>I must go now, diary.
>Tomorrow, Anonymous comes.
>The meal will occur.
>The cure shall be dispensed.
>Anonymous will recover, and hopefully return to my side.
>If fate smiles upon me, Twilight Sparkle might just also spontaneously combust.
>Wouldn't that be a shame.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>10th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>It is morning.
>Twilight Sparkle and my beloved are set to arrive in a few hours.
>I just hope that whatever happens today will go in my favour.
>Everything is prepared. I even know what meal we shall be having.
>Soup.
>Celestia will be most displeased.
>I must think, and contemplate on using more perfume.
>Would Anonymous like perfume, or my natural scent?
>I overheard the guards once muttering to themselves about my "heavenly musk".
>We shall see.

>Diary, I keep trying my best to seem 'upbeat' as it were, but I am absolutely terrified.
>What if I do something wrong? What if I put the cure in the wrong soup?
>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.
>What if sister drinks the cure?
>Magical remedies are dangerous, diary.
>I hope that I was careful enough when preparing it.
>Once more I find myself glancing over at the cauldron.
>Inside it lies the key to my salvation, or my damnation.
>For my own sake, I wish this will never happen again.
>Farewell, dairy.
> -Luna.



>10th August.
>Diary.
>Anonymous drank the soup with the cure in it.
>And now he's not moving.
>He's not moving, diary.
>He is in the royal infirmary with the bitch that dragged him here.
>No one knows that it was I that caused this.
>I think.
>Celestia glared at me when he dropped to the floor convulsing and wheezing.
>Twilight Sparkle would not stop crying.
>I am hyperventilating as I write this.
>I don't know what to do.
>What did I do wrong?
>I followed the recipe perfectly! Was it the wrong kind of cure?
>Is Anonymous allergic to the ingredients? Are humans not supposed to drink magical cures?

>Have I murdered my beloved?

>Diary. What have I done?

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End Part 6.