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// Good Night, Magical Rocket 
// Story: The Journals of Magical Rocket 
// by aricaitlyn 
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The night we met Tara was a restless one. We heard her rustling awake every five minutes, and then we heard the toilet flush afterwards. I suppose creatures like her have really small bladders, or she's just in the business of raising our water bill to the hundreds. 

Or maybe Snoodle Guy was right to have his suspicions about her.

No. 

Wait. 

Snoodle was being a total jerk! Tara did seem nice, but also a bit melodramatic. 

But it does seem a little off that she showed up right after our powers were switched. 

Maybe she had something to do with it.

Anyway, this morning I got up at about 3 A.M. and stumbled into the bathroom to, you know, do my business. The door creaked open and I could see Tara in there, standing over the toilet with an absolutely diabolical smirk on her face. She wasn't vomiting or doing anything disgusting. It was much worse. She was flushing our valuables down the toilet, and by that, I mean our wings and horns! But silly me, being the half-asleep pony I was, assumed it was just another one of my crazy dreams and fell asleep on the carpet. In my sleep, I'm sure that I heard the toilet flush yet again and Tara saying, "Good night, Magical Rocket. It won't be good anymore when I'm around."

In my actual slumber (we're talking Rapid-Eye Movement, people), Princess Luna appeared. I know it's her duty to visit dreams, but I never realized that she'd visit my dreams sometime. I only expected that sort of thing in the human world because I tend to have dreams that make no sense, but are always strung together like a story of sorts. In the dream, she told me to find the princess of light and forget the princess of night. I immediately shot up and began to think on that. It was 8:07 a.m. I stepped into the kitchen and put toast in the toaster. I considered making fried eggs for everypony, but then I remembered what Tara was doing last night. A thief and liar like that doesn't deserve eggs or toast. She deserves to sleep out in a thunderstorm, just like she mentioned the other day. Heck, she deserves worse, but most everything I wanted for her would land me in the Ponyville Penitentiary, a jail that‘s anything but sugar and spice. I shrugged it off and recalled that I was a sleep-zombie who was probably just dreaming. 

The sun outside the kitchen windows seemed brighter. The light was so powerful that I felt no need to even flick a light switch on. 

Then it dawned on me. Light = Princess Celestia. That means she is the princess of light. And Luna clearly presides over night, so, yeah, we'll just forget about her. But what exactly did all of that crazy stuff mean? I kept thinking about it all morning, as I fried the eggs, buttered the toast, and woke my friends up.