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- >11th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >Current mood: Contemplative.
- >It has been a most unusual morning.
- >I am currently sat in the very house I personally paid for in order to grant Anonymous a home here in Ponyville.
- >Amusing to think that I had not seen the interior before I carried through the transaction.
- >Anonymous lies next to me in his bed, still wrapped in gauze.
- >His patches of dried blood distress me more than I would like to admit.
- >This whole scenario is troubling for another reason.
- >Why do I care for him so much?
- >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.
- >Must I resign to knowing that I do not know?
- >These past 2 months have been some of the most infuriating yet captivating of my life.
- >Looking at his face, I feel my stomach twist.
- >My ears pick up his every soft breath, and my eyes catch his every slight twitch.
- >I have considered talking to sister about this, but I am afraid of what she might say.
- >I shall keep it a secret in the meantime.
- >Someone is downstairs.
- >I think it might be Twilight Sparkle.
- >She visited in the hospital earlier today.
- >She kissed him on the cheek before she left.
- >This action alone sent my mind reeling.
- >Are they an item? Why did he not tell me?
- >Why does it cause me such discomfort to think about?
- >I need more time to think on this.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >11th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >Technically it is still the 11th, though there are mere minutes to go until a new day arrives.
- >Once more I sit by Anonymous' side.
- >Once more I gaze at his features and struggle to put my thoughts to words.
- >I have not eaten in 3 days.
- >Or slept.
- >Tiredness never affected me as harshly as other ponies.
- >Perhaps it is a perk of being an alicorn.
- >I have been thinking about just that today.
- >Being an alicorn.
- >I am immortal. Is Anonymous?
- >My thoughts turn to things I would rather not confront, but the fact that my thoughts are even occupied by such concepts confuses me.
- >I have been alive for thousands of years.
- >Anonymous is not the first I have grown affectionate of.
- >But why does it feel like he is?
- >In the past, I was more concerned with finding a suitor that would reflect my regal nature.
- >Foreign princes and stallions almost as tall as I.
- >I was attracted to power.
- >They were darker times.
- >Times I would not wish to return to.
- >Yet centuries later I find myself falling for an alien being.
- >Strange how fickle the heart can be in the face of love.
- >Love.
- >Is that what this is?
- >That explains a lot. I have spoken to Cadence of love.
- >She is wise on the topic.
- >Is it possible to love something so different?
- >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.
- >My eyes are finally giving in. I must rest. But I shall not be gone for long.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >12th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >Anonymous has risen.
- >The thought crossed my mind to call Twilight Sparkle, but I decided that Anonymous might not want to be crowded.
- >Was it wrong of me to do so?
- >Perhaps. But he appears to be much better, and has recovered from his trauma.
- >He even cracked a joke at me.
- >"Damn, Luna. Why so serious?"
- >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.
- >Come to think of it, it might not have been a joke.
- >I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror today.
- >My eyes are bloodshot, my mane frenzied.
- >It seems that his condition has affected me more than I would care to admit.
- >He hugged me.
- >I was careful not to hurt him when I wrapped my own hooves around him.
- >It was odd, being embraced by such a large being. But comforting.
- >More comforting than Celestia's hugs.
- >I counted how long we stayed like that. And I was wishing that it would never end.
- >A foalish, novel idea. To stay embraced forever and always to someone you care for.
- >But I entertained the notion longer than I would have liked.
- >I chastise myself more and more each passing day.
- >Why must my thoughts betray me? Why must my mind be solely occupied by a single entity?
- >It angers me.
- >Yet I don't want it to stop.
- >I felt myself growing more anxious as the day went on, so I went for a run through Ponyville.
- >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.
- >I cared not for their responses.
- >Twilight Sparkle visited later on, and immediately hugged him.
- >(He hugged me for longer. I timed it.)
- >She also kissed him again.
- >Though to my pleasant surprise, he seemed unnerved by it.
- >Perhaps things are not as they appear?
- >I shall press him for answers when I feel he is ready.
- >I don't want to hurt my Anonymous.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >13th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >I located the dragon whelp Twilight Sparkle keeps close.
- >Spike.
- >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.
- >He seemed practised, as though poised to write at any time.
- >I hope sister is not worried for me. I can look after myself.
- >Anonymous is walking about.
- >His bandages are still fastened to him, and I observe him from a safe distance, ready to catch him if he falls.
- >He seems thankful for my company.
- >It makes this entire charade seem worth it.
- >Twilight Sparkle continues to visit and pester Anonymous.
- >She seems somewhat desperate for his attention.
- >He gives it to her, but I can see it in her body language, she yearns for more.
- >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.
- >Anonymous spoke a great deal to me today.
- >He got my letter, and laughed when I asked him to respond at the end of it.
- >I am not sure why. It was a simple request.
- >Regardless, we spoke about everything that had happened to each other.
- >I told him of my brief encounter with Discord.
- >He was far more interested in the paper town than the beast himself.
- >For the first time in a while, I found myself smiling.
- >It felt pleasant to smile.
- >Like a great storm had finally passed.
- >Anonymous was hellbent on escorting me to a cafeteria he had grown fond of.
- >He ate a bland looking sweet, and I acquired a moon pie.
- >I am -very- fond of moon pies.
- >I also felt that this was the right time to interrogate him about Twilight Sparkle.
- >He seemed disappointed that our conversation had taken a turn, but I pushed on.
- >Twilight Sparkle is in very much the same situation I am, it seems.
- >She puts herself in Anonymous' path every chance she can get.
- >But the attraction is not mutual.
- >I made a concious effort not to smile at this.
- >Such a simple piece of information, but to me it means the world.
- >The rest of the day was spent talking. Just like we used to.
- >I missed it so much.
- >Satisfied that Anonymous had recovered, I took my leave and returned here, to Canterlot.
- >(But not before getting one last hug. It was the longest one yet.)
- >(1 minute 56 seconds!)
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >16th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >Once more I have abandoned you, once more I apologise.
- >Celestia asked me to test a piece of experimental magic.
- >It ended up sending me to the other side of Equestria in the blink of an eye.
- >I had to spend 2 days dragging myself back to civilisation.
- >Though I met a merry band of travelling Diamond Dogs on the way.
- >They let me ride in their cart, and we sang songs from ages past.
- >One of them gave me this locket with a large white gem socketed within.
- >I am running my hoof over it now. I don't get gifts often. If ever.
- >I shall cherish it for a long time, and keep it somewhere safe.
- >From this experience I would say that the trip was worth it.
- >Celestia would -not- stop saying sorry to me.
- >I had to endure several minutes of hugs and fawning over me.
- >How I wish she wouldn't do it in front of the entire court.
- >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.
- >Much to my shock, I was greeted with a letter.
- >From Anonymous, no less!
- >Such a marvellous thing to return to.
- >I shall transcribe it, as always. (I do enjoy sharing my letters with you, diary.)
- >"Heya, Luna."
- >'Heya'. I suppose Anonymous is the only being in the land I would allow to greet me as such.
- >"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?"
- >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.
- >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.
- >"I've taken out a few books from the library, your stories got me interested in reading up on something. Write back soon. - Anonymous."
- >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.
- >Current mood: Thrilled.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >17th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >I have composed a letter to Anonymous. It goes as follows:
- >"Hello, Anonymous."
- >I felt a much more casual and relaxed tone was appropriate for this letter.
- >"Your letter was nice. I also read. We should read together. I am not a walnut."
- >"Please respond. -Luna."
- >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.
- >I daresay I am the greatest letter writer Equestria has ever seen.
- >Such boasting cannot be good for my ego.
- >I shall be careful not to get ahead of myself.
- >A guard bumped into me today.
- >He spent 32 seconds trying to find the words to apologise.
- >It was amusing.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >18th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >I feel I have made a terrible mistake.
- >Casting aside my thoughts that it might not be the wisest of decisions, I looked into the dreams of Twilight Sparkle last night.
- >I saw things that I feel are too inappropriate to tell you.
- >Celestia needs to be much more careful of those she takes under her wing.
- >That unicorn has a revolting mind.
- >I have spent the day thinking about it.
- >Even while a chancellor was lecturing me on the dangers of using machines to assist in agriculture I imagined Twilight Sparkle and Anonymous together.
- >Such vile thoughts shall be purged from my mind.
- >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.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >18th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >I am concerned that I might be suffering from some sort of narcolepsy.
- >There appears to be an entry from today written on the opposite page, but I don't recall writing it.
- >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.
- >This cannot be allowed to happen again. I must become more active.
- >(Note to self: 300 laps around the castle grounds.)
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >19th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >A reply from Anonymous arrived!
- >I should like for this trend to continue. The letter is as follows:
- >"Luna."
- >He didn't even bother with saying hello. It must be urgent. I hope he hasn't landed himself in trouble.
- >"Come to Ponyville. I have a surprise for you. I know it's short notice, but I think you'll like it. -Anonymous."
- >A request for my presence? A surprise?
- >I feel apprehensive.
- >And the nature of this letter is a blatant disregard for mail etiquette.
- >Subjects cannot simply "command" a princess to show themselves!
- >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.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >19th April.
- >Going to Ponyville.
- > -Luna.
- >20th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >I am sat by candlelight.
- >It is night time.
- >And I cannot stop smiling.
- >Anonymous' gift was an origami moonflower.
- >I dare not touch it with my hooves, and I am using such little magic to hold it afloat.
- >This gift is more precious than I can put to words.
- >He was so proud of it, and said that he never once forgot what I had said about the moon.
- >I was quick to remind him that he told me there were no such things as moonflowers.
- >He just laughed at me.
- >But this gift is something of utmost beauty.
- >I shall store it in a solid titanium box and keep it locked with the most powerful enchantments I can find.
- >None must harm my flower. His flower. Our flower.
- >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.
- >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.
- >My first gift from Anonymous.
- >Do I have to grant him something in return?
- >The thought didn't cross my mind.
- >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?
- >I shall write him a letter.
- >For now I shall attempt to sleep.
- >Celestia will want to see my flower.
- >I hope she doesn't harm it.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > ~Luna.
- >21st April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >Celestia was captivated by my flower.
- >She said it was one of the best pieces of origami she had ever seen.
- >And that means a lot, since she invented the concept.
- >Celestia has had a great deal of time to accomplish many things. It is almost unfair.
- >But I know her flaws.
- >She might seem perfect, but she is scared of bats. And cannot drink soup without slurping.
- >It shall be her downfall.
- >As for my flower, she dared not touch it. I sensed that she could appreciate the effort that had gone into it.
- >When I said it was from Anonymous, she gave me a very queer look.
- >A mix between a smile and smirk.
- >I cannot find a better way to describe it.
- >She left me with the words "good luck".
- >What did she mean? The flower?
- >My sister can be enigmatic at times. And I have learnt not to bother trying to see past her mask.
- >Even I do not know how her mind operates.
- >I composed a letter to Anonymous, thanking him again for the flower:
- >"Hello, Anonymous."
- >I felt he was deserving of another casual greeting.
- >"Thank you for the flower. -Luna."
- >Once more, I astound myself.
- >Oh dear, I am boasting again.
- >I need to stop doing this to myself.
- >Also, I have been wondering about what Twilight Sparkle dreams of, since she is so attached to Anonymous.
- >But every time I consider it, the back of my skull begins to hurt.
- >I shall consult the royal physician on it.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >22nd April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >Today has been rather dull.
- >The physician did not find any problems, and suggested that I should exercise more.
- >This solution was clearly the most obvious. So I have increased my castle laps to 325.
- >I find that I can lift the entire garrison quite easily nowadays.
- >They have also stopped screaming in terror as I do so, no doubt becoming used to surprise psychic assaults.
- >The fruits of my labour are always a welcome sight.
- >Celestia's bird caught fire again.
- >It never fails to startle me.
- >Such a curious creature, it is.
- >I have been considering acquiring a pet of my own.
- >Perhaps a bat.
- >Then again, Celestia does not care for the things.
- >(Note to self: Tame a Northern Nightreaver Vampire Bat)
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >23rd April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >No letters from Anonymous. I am half-tempted to visit Ponyville to check on him.
- >Though that seems overly-possessive.
- >And I'm not that kind of mare. (hopefully)
- >The moon is looking beautiful tonight. And my stars seem to be shining brighter.
- >I have often wondered if they merely appear brighter, or if my mood reflects their glow.
- >Cadence has her Crystal Heart that projects the feelings of her people into the most spectacular auroras.
- >Celestia's sun is ever radiant, and it is hard to tell if it ever gets less difficult to look at.
- >The fact that I can't tell how she is feeling makes matters more difficult.
- >Perhaps my musings are simply that. Just a passing thought.
- >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.
- >Ironic, given the nature of the night.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >24th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >A busy day indeed.
- >Two ponies started fighting in court.
- >Celestia was unamused.
- >I relished the opportunity to get "stuck in" (as the guards say) and throw a few punches.
- >Needless to say I broke up the fight as effectively as I broke Mr Fletlock's ribs.
- >Following that battle, I found a moon pie left unattended in the royal kitchens.
- >I felt that it was my civic duty to rid the wretched thing from the world.
- >Though I wish they weren't so fragile.
- >I am covering your pages with crumbs.
- >A letter from Anonymous also came through.
- >I practically skipped back to my chambers to read it.
- >The guard outside my door seemed very confused by my behaviour.
- >It matters not, here is the letter:
- >"Hey, Loony."
- >Such insolence. Were he a peasant I would have him executed at once.
- >It seems that even within the confines of my own diary I am a terrible liar.
- >"So happy to see you liked the flower. I was told by Twilight that it is your birthday tomorrow."
- >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.
- >"I'm coming to visit."
- >I just had to reread that.
- >Does that mean he's coming to the castle? Or just to Canterlot?
- >Do I have to wear anything?
- >I was not prepared for this rapid escalation of events.
- >I must inform sister.
- >The cooks.
- >The guards.
- >Do we have meat in stock?
- >Do I have a dress prepared?
- >Why am I writing this down instead of planning?
- >There is too much to be done and I only have hours to prepare!
- >Farewell, dairy!
- > -Luna.
- >25th April. (My birthday.)
- >Greetings, diary.
- >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.
- >Anonymous arrived by train, and I knew that Canterlot would not be kind to him, so I organised an escort.
- >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.
- >But I desired safety, so safety is what I organised.
- >The citizens reacted as I expected.
- >Shocked that the creature they had feared for so long was now walking by my side.
- >I cared not.
- >With Anonymous by my side I felt invincible.
- >Now I wonder, was the escort to make Anonymous feel safer, or me?
- >The feast was perfect, and I managed to procure some meat from a black-market vendor in the more questionable areas of Canterlot.
- >The royal kitchens did not have any meat, unfortunately. But they were happy to cook it.
- >Come to think of it, I don't think their faces of discomfort were 'happy'. But at least they were civil about it.
- >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.
- >I am in his debt. Again.
- >He told me of Twilight Sparkle, and her increasingly more desperate attempts to get his attention.
- >Apparently she has taken to knocking on his door each and every morning.
- >An amusing concept, but it sounds as though it would get dull rather fast.
- >Anonymous was not distressed by this though, because he knew he could look forward to my letters to make him laugh.
- >I am not sure why he finds them so funny. They are serious transcripts detailing important issues.
- >He still spoke with a smile, and I found myself getting lost in his voice.
- >It is something I would not mind listening to every day.
- >He leaves for Ponyville tomorrow morning.
- >So he was to stay the night in the castle.
- >More specifically, my chambers.
- >He is asleep, as it is quite late. But I can't bring myself to lie alongside him, despite it being my own bed.
- >It seems too disrespectful. I shall respect his wishes to occupy my bed and sleep on the floor.
- >I shall consider it repayment for his gifts.
- >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.
- >But this one in particular gave me something to celebrate.
- >Today has been a good day.
- >I did not wish it to end.
- >Alas, it did. And in my selfishness I yearn for more.
- >But the arrow of time is a harsh mistress. And she marches ever onwards.
- >(Now I have no doubt that Celestia's poetry is influencing me.)
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- >26th April.
- >Greetings, diary.
- >Anonymous is now gone.
- >He said that the overreaction to his visit was cute, but unnecessary.
- >I disagreed.
- >He disagreed to me disagreeing.
- >Then we hugged.
- >I can't help but think that perhaps I saw a look of muted disappointment when he woke up in the morning.
- >As I promised myself, I slept on the floor beside the bed.
- >It was not uncomfortable. But Anonymous seemed somewhat annoyed.
- >I do not know what I did to elicit such a response.
- >Celestia acted in a manner much unlike her as well.
- >Rather than maintaining the ordinary serene look, she seemed somewhat playful at breakfast.
- >She winked at me when I entered and asked "how did it go?".
- >So I told her what had happened: We spoke, and I let Anonymous occupy my bed.
- >Then Celestia covered her face with a hoof and sighed.
- >This was followed by a thorough shaking of the head.
- >And the phrase "How are you so oblivious."
- >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.
- >It should be a unique experience. I tend to stay away from fiction.
- >I can't for the life of me imagine what I did wrong.
- >Did I offend him?
- >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.
- >I have been doing the same with Anonymous. Is that not how you attract a mate?
- >What have I done wrong?
- >Even the guards appear confused by it.
- >I overheard one of them talking to another as I passed the barracks saying "I didn't hear a peep from her all night."
- >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.
- >Until then, I must go.
- >Farewell, diary.
- > -Luna.
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUXHp0U-QVg
- End Part 3
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