[ANON IN EQUESTRIA] Luna's Anonymous - Finale

>11th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous is alive.
>Barely.
>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.
>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.
>His skin is pale, his face gaunt. What happened inside him took its toll.
>He has been slipping in and out of conciousness all day, and has not spoken to me as of yet.
>The doctor chased me from the ward several times, stressing that Anonymous needs rest.
>He looked just as worried as I.
>While I watched the staff work on Anonymous I felt a pit in my stomach.
>It was surreal, watching a crowd of ponies swarming around my beloved, his body still warm yet lifeless.
>I observed from afar as they did their best to stabilise him.
>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.
>"Nothing but dumb luck". Those are the words he used.
>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.
>Still, the doctor's efforts to keep me from my beloved, though admirable, were not sufficient.
>The ward I am sat in is cold, and Anonymous sleeps next to me.
>I shall watch over him.
>Twilight Sparkle shall not enter this room whilst I maintain dominion over it.
>The little wretch did not show her face.
>She and Celestia retired to Celestia's chambers following the incident whilst I grabbed my beloved with magic and teleported to the infirmary.
>I hope she never shows herself again.
>Her crimes are too great. And she forced my hoof. She is the sole reason this is happening the the first place.

>(Why do I struggle to believe my own words?)
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>12th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous awoke.
>He was happy to see me.
>Seeing him smile at me once more and study me with those captivating eyes of his filled me with joy.
>That is, until I told him what had recently transpired.
>When I informed him that I had slipped the wrong cure into his soup, he became still.
>He won't talk to me now.
>His face became vacant and he looked away from me.
>Despite my pleas, he would not face me.
>I think the shock of almost dying must have set in.
>He will come around eventually, and then we can go straight back to the way things were.
>No Twilight Sparkle. No love potions.
>Just myself and my Anonymous.
>It will be perfect.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>13th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous still refuses to even acknowledge me.
>I nearly shouted at him, but remembered that he needed rest, not stress.
>The nurses seem to be the only ponies he will talk to.
>He smiles at them.
>I wish he would smile at me.
>Twilight Sparkle has left for Ponyville.
>Celestia did not say why. Not that I care.
>Sister will not speak to me either.
>To Tartarus with her. I do not need her approval. I did what was necessary, did I not?
>Anonymous was in danger. So I rescued him.
>This isn't my fault.
>None of it is.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>14th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Still he does not speak.
>What if he never speaks to me again?
>Filtz has become just as agitated as I.
>He restlessly flutters around the room, and will not settle in his normal spot upon my head.
>I have been reading my old letters to cope.
>They bring me comfort in these trying times.
>Everything is going to be fine.
>Everything is going to be normal.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>15th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Prior to starting this entry, I was crying.
>Anonymous is asleep next to me.
>The ward is still so cold.
>I fear he may not have enough blankets.
>His face is so pale.
>Why won't it recover its natural colour? He has been in bed for days. He should be better now.
>I have noticed that my bloodshot eyes have returned.
>I imagine that I must look rather imposing.
>It would explain why the staff are reluctant to face me.
>Stalking the entrance to the ward until visiting hours is all I can bring myself to do.
>Filtz joins me. He cannot sit still for a second.
>Celestia still has not uttered a word.
>I care little for what she thinks. This is just as much her fault as it is mine.
>Even though it is not my fault.

>Is it?
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>16th August.
>Greetings, diary!
>Anonymous spoke to me today!
>He said "Leave me alone."!
>This is wonderful progress, and I imagine that soon he shall be up and about.
>Celestia visited him today.
>He spoke to her.
>About what, I do not know.
>She still regards me with contempt.
>I can see the toxic looks she gives me.
>Does she hope to claim Anonymous for her own?
>Do I have to do battle with my sister once more, but for the hand of my beloved?
>He is mine. Not hers.

>Diary I cannot stop crying.

>\-I/. a/|.m ..|s-/c/a\-.r-\.e..|-d.



>17th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous looks better.
>His face has a little bit more colour to it, but I fear that even if his body recovers, his mind will not.
>Celestia spoke to me.
>She advised that I give him space.
>I told her that I shall do no such thing and that he needs me.
>Then she had the -gall- to say: "Luna, I think you are the last thing he needs more of right now."
>What does she mean to imply? That it is my fa//-..

>Diary this is all my fault.
>I just don't want to admit it.
>I made a mistake and now I have lost Anonymous, even if he lives he will not even acknowledge me.
>What have I done?
>Where did I go wrong?

>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.
>As for myself, I must return to my books.
>Though the cure is no longer necessary, I need to know where I went wrong.
>This wasn't supposed to happen.
>I was supposed to create the cure, give it to him, and then everything would end in merriment and hugs.
>And yet here I am.
>I just glanced to the mirror next to me.
>I look terrible.
>It has been nearly a week, and I have not washed, I have barely slept and look crazed.
>Is this why the staff won't speak to me?
>Am I becoming more irrational the longer I worry about this?
>Anonymous is safe now. I have no reason to fear anything.
>And yet here I am.
>Scribbling my thoughts in a diary which has - much to my own dismay, become one of the closest things to me.
>I remember the day I first wrote in you.
>I think I had fruit that day.

>This is my life. Here I am.

>I am going to eat something, then perhaps I shall run a few hundred laps around the castle.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>18th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Feeling a little bit better.
>Out of instinct, the moment I woke up I found myself heading towards the door with the intention of waiting outside Anonymous' ward.
>I had to stop myself.
>This cannot become habit.
>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.
>I suppose that in order to clear my conscience I must admit my sins.

>I am responsible to Anonymous nearly dying.

>I was not vigilant enough in my studies to find a cure, and my own mistakes almost cost me the life of my beloved.
>It is amusing in a way.
>Twilight Sparkle would often send letters to sister claiming that hard work and study always paid off.
>When I attempt to do so I end up coming close to murdering the only thing I have ever truly loved.
>Funny.

>Ha ha.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>19th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Comparing my notes to my books, I made a number of small errors.
>I used too many Sunspot petals.
>The potion was left brewing for too long.
>And the rainbow essence was not strong enough. (A fault of the weather factory I acquired it from).
>The margin of error for this potion is shockingly small.
>Yet as I look down at these notes I keep asking myself what the point is.
>Really, what -is- the point of looking back on this?
>What's done is done. Anonymous loathes me and Twilight Sparkle will probably get a full pardon from Celestia.
>Celestia.
>I am still unable to fathom why she would not help me.
>She is a fool. Who engages in blatant favouritism in regards to her student.
>I shall have my revenge once this is done.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>20th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>I received a letter today.
>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.
>Or suspicious.
>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'.
>"Warm greetings, Princess Luna."
>Warm greetings? It is almost as though she -wants- me to be suspicious of her.
>"I have heard about Twilight's recent hiccup from Celestia."
>Hiccup. A -hiccup-? Is this pony trying to anger me?
>"I am sorely disappointed in her, but no more than Celestia. And I hope that you accept my apologies for what has transpired."
>Her apologies?
>What in Tartarus did she do?
>"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."
>Note: Rally the guard and assault the crystal empire.
>"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)."
>Note: Do not rally the guard.
>"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!)"
>"I cannot apologise enough for the damage that has been done, Princess Luna. I hope everything works out for the best."
>"Regards, Princess Cadence <3"

>Why does she have to sign every letter with a heart?
>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.
>I suppose I can forgive Cadence for her transgressions.
>She seemed apologetic enough.
>Though I must admit I had completely forgotten about suspecting her.
>Seems that it was rather obviously her from the start.
>Though the letter raised an important point.
>Both Cadence and sister are disappointed in Twilight Sparkle?
>The moment Anonymous began convulsing Celestia spoke the word "hospital" to me then stole Sparkle away to her private chambers.
>What did she do?
>I must ask her.
>Perhaps even apologise for my actions.

>Filtz has brought me a moonpie.
>His attempts to alleviate my mood are appreciated.
>I have taken note of his behaviour lately.
>His moods mirror my own in a way.
>It is rather peculiar.
>I shall try to talk to sister about what has happened between herself and Twilight Sparkle.
>Perhaps I shall uncover some answers, sister is rarely disappointed with Sparkle.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>21st August.
>Greetings, diary.
>I spoke to Celestia today.
>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.
>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.
>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.
>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).
>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.
>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.
>(Does this mean that Cadence was also breaking the law by helping her create the potion? Should I have told sister?)
>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.
>That she would not resort to something so treacherous.
>Twilight Sparkle has been punished accordingly. Sister would not say how, only that she will no longer be a problem.
>I haven't for the life of me any idea what that means.
>In regards to Anonymous, Sister was nothing short of furious with me.
>Alone with her in her chambers, her guards dismissed from outside, she unleashed her fury.
>I felt small.
>Sister's wrath is indeed a great and terrible thing.

>"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."
>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.
>Celestia raved on for about an hour.
>Her words were like thorns at some parts.
>It was at this point that I realised just how wrong I had been.
>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.
>More and more I feel less like a princess and more like a naive foal.
>Thankfully, Celestia forgave me.
>She could not say the same for Anonymous.
>Sister has spoken to him and told him everything that has transpired.
>He is unlikely to forgive me.
>So I shall do what lovers do, and I shall sit by his side.
>Whether he likes it or not, I shall personally see to him. To keep him company.
>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.
>It is the least I can do for him for what I have done.
>I am a terrible partner.
>I do not know what he ever saw in me.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>22nd August.
>Greetings, diary.
>I neglected to mention this in yesterdays entry:
>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).
>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.
>Which made her extremely angry.
>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.
>Sometimes you just have to concede defeat on some matters to keep things simple.
>Today I visited Anonymous.
>He did not speak to me.
>So I simply told him about my exercises and what the castle staff had been doing.
>A pair of guards got into a fight.
>I did not feel like intervening so I merely let them punch each other unconscious then dragged them back to the barracks.
>Filtz continues to outsmart the head chef in the kitchens, and steals food from beneath his very nose.
>Anonymous did not respond to this very much.
>He simply grunted to my words.
>Today marks a long road to recovering my relations with Anonymous.
>(I never considered it, but is nearly killing my beloved considered a rough patch or a breakup?)
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>23rd August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Did my exercises as quickly as I could before I set off for Anonymous' ward.
>The new recruits in the garrison still won't stop screaming when I lift them.
>Anonymous was stubborn as always, and refused to speak.
>I don't mind. It is understandable.
>His meal today was soup.
>At the mention of this, he went pale.
>I was surprised he could become any more so given his condition.
>He refused to eat it.
>I asked the nurse if there was anything else he could eat, and she informed me that there was not.
>So I forced it down his throat.
>He struggled a little bit, but I restrained him with magic and made sure he swallowed it all.
>A few curse-words were flung my way, including a rather funny sounding "Fat flying fetlock'd faggot".
>Amusing because I do not have fetlocks.
>Nor am I fat.
>In fact, Anonymous once praised me for my rump. A long time ago.
>But he still refused to talk to me otherwise.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>24th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>More waiting by his bed. Am writing this while he sleeps.
>With nowhere to go and being too weak to walk properly, he sits and fumes in his bed while I sit next to him.
>He told me to "piss off" a few times.
>I told him to "drink his soup".
>Then I made him drink his soup.
>Otherwise, nothing of note happened.
>I hope he recovers soon.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>25th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>I introduced Anonymous to Filtz today.
>To my joy, Anonymous took a liking to my stalwart companion.
>Filtz was fond of his new friend as well.
>I was silent as the pair played together.
>Anonymous tossed an apple in the air and Filtz would fly up to catch it before it fell.
>They did this for about 30 minutes.
>The apple was practically mush by the end of it.
>But as Filtz flew around the ward catching the apple and squeaking happily I felt myself growing more at ease.
>It was a nice change of pace, watching the two interact.
>Filtz is to accompany me to Anonymous every day from now on.
>(I got some more blankets for Anonymous. He did not thank me, but he accepted them nonetheless, which is what matters).
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>26th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous remains bedridden.
>Much to his glee, his food today was not soup. It was salad.
>I still force-fed it to him.
>I can't have him wasting energy on feeding himself.
>(That was my excuse. I just like feeding him. It is most therapeutic).
>Filtz has taken to sleeping on Anonymous' chest, which is lovely to see.
>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.
>My old letters are all but read now.
>Perhaps I should read them to Anonymous?
>Yes, I shall do just that.
>With luck, it will remind him of what we once had.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>27th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>I read the first of our letters to Anonymous.
>When he realised what I was reading to him, he was quiet, and listened.
>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.
>(A mare can dream, diary).
>Farewell.
> -Luna.



>28th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>I arrived with a large pile of the letters Anonymous had sent me over the course of our 'relationship'.
>When he saw the pile he promptly stopped swearing at me and listened.
>He even chuckled at points and murmured things like "yeah I remember that".
>At least he's smiling again.
>Filtz enjoys nibbling on Anonymous.
>(He's covered in bite marks now but doesn't seem to mind).
>Tomorrow we shall see if he can walk.
>By "we" I mean the doctors whilst I peer through a crack in the door. I am still technically not allowed in.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>29th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous can walk.
>I cried out in joy when I saw him stretching his legs and wobbling about.
>This made everyone in the room look towards the door I was looking through, but I do not care.
>He will have to use a cane for a while, but he is up and about. And that is what matters most.
>The doctor urged him to stay at the castle until he can fully walk, then he can return to Ponyville.

>If Anonymous returns to Ponyville, I might never see him again.
>I hope he forgives me before he goes.
>Or I do not know what I shall do//_-..

>Anonymous was pretending to be asleep whilst I was writing this.
>His efforts to swipe you are pitiful.
>He is asleep now.
>I thin//--.

>No, he was not. Another attempt.
>It appears as though he is rather fixed on getting you tonight.
>I shall take this as a sign that I should stop writing in you at night, at least while I am next to Anonymous.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>30th August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous wanted to go for a walk today, so he climbed out of bed and hobbled out the door with his cane.
>It is a rather lovely cane. It has a gold head and a sleek wooden body.
>Anonymous hates it, clearly.
>As much as he detested the idea of me accompanying him on his walk, I think he knew that he couldn't stop me.
>We walked down the corridors and gardens of the castle.
>In the direct sunlight, I realise how pale his face has become.
>It has recovered some colour, but still seems so devoid of life.
>To think that I was so close to losing him.
>This thought crossed my mind and I hugged him whilst we were paused and looking at a fountain.
>He swore a few times, but sighed and let me hold him.
>I am glad.
>Hugs are something I sorely missed, and even though he did not return it, I enjoyed holding his body again.
>He spoke to me as well.
>Asked me why I did what I did.
>The best answer I could give him was that I thought it was the right thing to do.
>He laughed. Quite hard. Unsure why. He can be odd at times.
>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.
>Not much else was said.
>I hope we can do this walk again.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>31st August.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous greeted me with a nod today.
>I suggested we walk, and he accepted.
>Today's walk was not as lively as yesterdays, but it was still peaceful.
>Anonymous spent most of the time staring into the distance.
>Hardly any words were exchanged. I did not feel the need to break the silence.
>Simply walking with him was pleasant enough. I was just happy that he had accepted my offer for one.
>I will try to make these walks a daily occurrence.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>1st September.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous and I spoke today.
>We were in the gardens, sat on a bench and overlooking the statue garden.
>He asked me if I knew what it felt like, to be poisoned like he was.
>I did not know.
>Anonymous was completely conscious during his enchantment.
>Every action he took at the whim of Twilight Sparkle was his body betraying him.
>The smiles, fake. The look in his eyes, fake. He was a prisoner in his own mind.
>He then told me that to see me again, at Canterlot made him want to jump with glee.
>But he could not.
>He had spent the entire day hoping that I would do something to help him.
>And then I poisoned him.
>He described the pain as something akin to drinking scalding hot acid whilst his skin was being flayed from his body.
>As though everything inside him was suddenly set ablaze.
>As though a thousand knives were tearing every inch of his flesh over and over.
>He thought he was going to die.
>He thought I was trying to murder him for what he was forced to do to Twilight Sparkle, even though he had no choice.
>He thought I had betrayed him, when I was the only one he trusted any more.
>I was his only hope and I nearly killed him.
>I did not know how to answer him, I admit that I stared at him in horror for a long while.
>What could I have said?
>The walk ended right there and I escorted him back to his bed.
>I need to think.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>2nd September.
>Greetings, diary.
>Last night I dreamt of Anonymous burning.
>As with most nightmares, I was s/c-.a\-r\.e.-/d-- worried.
>I do not get them often, and this one was certainly very vivid.
>I sat with Anonymous today, we did not walk.
>When the doctors had left the room, and we were alone, he beckoned for me to come closer.
>I did so, and he hugged me.
>Though I was not filled with the same sort of joy that I had become used to with our hugs.
>Rather, I was overwhelmed with the urge to protect him.
>I returned the hug gently, not wishing to harm him.
>Still I am haunted by my mistakes.
>For all the effort I put into protecting him I subjected him to a psychological hell.
>He allowed me to feed him, and he asked me about life at the castle.
>I answered as much as I could (I am hardly a concise source of social news) and left him to play around with Filtz.
>I hope I do not have any more nightmares tonight.
>They make me s/_- worried about sleeping.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>3rd September.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous asked me what I knew about the things he and Twilight Sparkle did.
>I had not actually told him that I had spied on him rutting Sparkle, so I decided to tell him.
>He went red. Very red.
>And then attempted to hide beneath his blankets.
>Were I in a more vengeful mood I would have swatted him with a hoof.
>But after his explanation of his experiences under the potion, I could not imagine doing anything worse.
>I find myself more inclined to just hold him in my hooves.
>To cradle and shield him from everything else in the world.
>But if recent events have taught me anything it is that he is not even safe with those who love him.
>Celestia came to visit today.
>She merely exchanged pleasantries with Anonymous, inquiries about health and whatnot.
>Though she asked me to leave for 5 minutes.
>I did so, and watched her whisper in Anonymous' ear for a while.
>Then she left.
>Anonymous would not tell me what she said.
>Should I be concerned?
>Perhaps. Perhaps not. It seems that I cannot trust my own judgement these days, so I shall wait and see.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>4th September.
>Greetings, diary.
>Received a request from Canterlot Academy today.
>They wish for me to give a talk on ancient rites, since I apparently know better than anyone else.
>They offered to pay me a large sum of bits for my services.
>I cannot bring myself to care even a little bit.
>I don't care about anything beyond these walls at the moment.

>I sound like an angst-ridden filly.
>Despite my grievances I cannot pass up such a simple chance to refresh the royal treasury somewhat.
>The talk is on the 6th. I suppose I shall attend. It is only for two hours.
>Though it is hardly an appropriate time.
>Unfortunately, my royal duties come first.
>Of course they do.
>They always do.
>Sometimes I wish I was not a princess.
>I would be a mercenary.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>5th September.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous smiled at me when I walked in today.
>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.
>I nodded.
>Checked around for any hospital staff that might have been watching. (There were none).
>Then I leapt onto Anonymous and started sobbing.
>I think he might have been shocked at such an unexpected display, but I cared little.
>I held his body against my own as hard as I could, never wanting to let go.
>His arms wrapped around me and held me close whilst I made his blankets wet with my unusually large amount of tears.
>We stayed like that for a full 10 minutes.
>Surprisingly, not a single staff member walked in during it.
>I am glad for that. It would have been a most awkward thing to explain.
>The feeling of Anonymous holding me again was everything I could have asked for.
>He whispered in my ear that everything was going to be fine.
>I already knew that (sort of), but hearing it from him made my heart leap.
>I felt safe.
>Which is wrong. -He- is the one that -I- am supposed to be keeping safe.
>Idiot human.
>I love him so much.
>Tomorrow I give my talk. And I shall do so with a smile.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>6th September.
>Greetings, diary.
>The youth of today have absolutely no respect.
>Oh, they listened to my words with attentive ears. They were enraptured by everything that came out of my mouth.
>And yes, the professors themselves were furiously taking down notes from the words I spoke.
>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".
>I glared at her and set her mane on fire for asking such foolish questions.
>Then I stormed out and demanded payment.
>The mare in charge delivered the coinage swiftly, pleading with me not to set her on fire either.
>Her fear amused me.
>With my sack of coins in my possession I flew home and immediately informed Anonymous of my most recent victory.
>He laughed.
>Genuinely.
>Once he had died down he stared at me for a long while before saying "I missed this".
>I agreed with him.
>It was then that he leant forwards and kissed me.

>I'll admit that my entire body seized up.
>His lips pressed against mine did more to halt me in my tracks than the most fearsome and battle-hardened dragons of old.
>When he pulled back and smiled at me I just sort of stared at him.
>I don't think I even blinked.
>So I did the only thing I could think to do and ran back to my room as fast as possible.
>Did not think to teleport, thinking back it would have been easier.
>I am sat on my bed right now, still wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
>I just felt the need to recap the days events before I reached the kissing part out of habit.
>But I am genuinely stunned right now.
>What do I do now?
>Is that it? Do I marry him now?
>Am I supposed to just wait here in my room for something to happen?
>This has never happened to me before.
>Even with my mirror-training I was not prepared.
>Filtz is flying around the room madly as I write this.
>Can't imagine why, he was not the one who got KISSED BY ANONYMOU//_...
>QUILL.
>What am I supposed to do now?
>Stupid human. He's ruined everything. Things were going so well.
>I want to kiss him again.
>Is that right? Do I just go downstairs and kiss him again?
>Do I wait until he's recovered?
>Horseapples.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>7th September.
>Greetings, diary!
>Anonymous is healthy enough to leave the ward permanently!
>He is still pale, but less so than he was.
>And best of all he does not require his cane!
>I also have no idea what to do!
>He winked at me when I entered the ward today.
>I immediately ran back out trying to hide my blush from the staff.
>They knew.
>They all know.
>He must have told them, I am sure of it.
>Does Celestia know? Should I tell her?
>Why would I tell her?

>Okay. Focused now.
>I am calm.
>Filtz is calm.
>Everything is calm.
>I shall simply go downstairs to the dining hall, where Anonymous is currently eating his lunch.
>And I shall casually invite him to my quarters so that we may converse about the matter that transpired yesterday.
>Like adults.
>Not overexcited foals incapable of processing a measly 'kiss'.
>I cannot believe I got so worked up over something so small.
>Will write an update soon.
> -Luna.



>8th September.
>Last night was certainly an endeavour.
>He was stubborn to enter my chambers, but I managed to get him in with a strict voice.
>There we had a stare-down for a moment, and I instructed him to tell me what the purpose of the kiss yesterday was.
>He developed a suave expression and grinned at me, then//--..

>I am just going to get to the point, diary.
>We had sexual intercourse.

>Anonymous and I had sexual intercourse with one-another.
>It was every bit as glorious as I had imagined it.
>Though I shall have to write to the authors of those books I read a few months ago regarding such acts.
>They made it out to be a short process.
>Instead, Anonymous and I were going for at least three hours.
>It was far more physically challenging than I had originally thought, but in the end I prevailed.
>He was begging me to stop because he was tired.
>Overall I would rate the experience top marks.
>Definitely something I would like to do again, if Anonymous would be up to the challenge.
>Because of the intense feeling of exertion, I shall attempt to add it to my daily work out.
>The aftermath of the intercourse was wonderful.
>Anonymous and I cuddled.
>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."
>(I shall ask him again in a week).

>Truthfully, diary, last night was the most intimate experience of my life. And I have been alive for a very long time.
>It was a reminder of just how much Anonymous means to me.
>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.
>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".
>His choice of language never fails to amuse me. There is a certain charm to it that grew on me after a while.
>He has developed an intense fear of soup and chocolates thanks to magic.
>When asked why chocolate, he told me that it was how Twilight Sparkle got him to ingest the love potion.
>Deceptive bitch.
>I still do not know where she is.
>Not that I care.
>If she sets foot near the castle again I shall have her arrested for terrorism.
>Anonymous is nervous to go back to Ponyville.
>He said he values his life more than his job.
>So I offered him a bed here in the castle.
>My bed, to be more specific.
>He accepted.
>So I suppose that means he is now living with me.
>If I had to describe my feelings on the matter I would have to say-
>Current mood: Content.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>9th September.
>Greetings, diary.
>I have sent a detachment of guards to Anonymous' house to gather his belongings and to bring them back to the palace.
>I also told Celestia everything.
>She wrapped me up into a hug and told me that she was proud of me.
>I told her that I was not proud of her, and rejected her hug.
>I then told her that I felt betrayed by her actions.
>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.
>That she had pushed me to the limits I went to and made me feel more alone than ever.
>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.
>Sister was somewhat stunned by my outburst.
>She then started begging for forgiveness.
>I still have not decided.
>Should I, diary? Is she worth it?
>Probably. But I shall keep her begging for a few days.
>She's earned a bit of suffering of her own.
>Before I left, Celestia said something that took me by surprise.
>Sparkle is not her student any more.
>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.
>According to Celestia, Twilight Sparkle was "devastated".
>Good.
>That's the end of her story.

>I suppose it's also the end of our story as well, diary.
>Everything is nicely wrapped up now.
>Anonymous is mine once more, Celestia is at my hooves and Twilight Sparkle has suffered the greatest humiliation for her crimes.
>So why do I not feel as though this is a victory?
>If anything, I just feel tired, diary.
>I do not feel I deserved this.
>It was luck, above all else. And in the end I just feel somewhat jaded.
>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.
>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.
>I am glad it's over, in a way.
>There is too much pain in love. I suffered more than anyone to get here.
>The nights of crippling loneliness, the self-doubt and confusion.
>I feel drained. Exhausted.
>All I want to do is settle down with Anonymous and face the new day.
>I do not care much for victory celebrations. I only desire rest.
>Feels like a long time since I have properly rested.
>I suppose that this is everything catching up with me, isn't it?

>You have been good to me, diary.
>A voiceless, unconscious but ever-present anchor for me to voice my thoughts to.
>And as luck would have it, you are running out of pages.
>I have written an awful lot over the course of this misadventure.
>Thank you, diary.
>Though the only job you had was to be an archive of my innermost thoughts, you performed admirably.
>And I think that this is where I leave you.
>It has been a funny couple of months, has it not?
>Seems like only yesterday I was interrogating an alien.
>And now I have fallen hopelessly in love with him.
>There is still the matter of his mortality.
>But in a way, I suppose that this is the last challenge I must overcome.
>Every life must come to an end, even mine.
>And even though Anonymous' time on this world is limited, I shall devote each and every day to him.
>To love and look after him, to care for him and ensure that he is safe.
>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.
>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.
>So now I leave you.

>I have little time to spend with Anonymous, and I want to spend as much of it by his side as I can.

>Farewell, diary.
>For the last time.
> ~Luna & Anonymous.


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The End.

And that was Luna's Anonymous.
I never imagined that it would take off as much as it did, and the sheer number of people who replied to each chapter was absolutely staggering. I know that a lot of you suspected me of samefagging, but all I can do is assure that I did not and hope that you take my word for it.
Thank you so much for the massive amount of support and love. This story was also the first I have ever written that amassed over a thousand views. For that I am ever grateful.

And now, AiE, I leave you.
This was a fun experimental story to write, and I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. I might write more stories for you in the future, but for now I must devote my time to Flutterrape once more.
I've been neglecting them somewhat.

Thank you for everything, it was fun writing for you all.
Stay radical.