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// Somber Remarks from a Gloomy Commander 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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War Journal, Entry 447

I am trapped. Trapped in a war I thought had ended long ago, only to come back like a festering cancer.

Each day, Sombra’s crystal walls creep further, carving into the land and claiming it inch by inch. And with it, he adds more ponies into his personal little toolbox army.

Heh, toolbox… that’s what he sees ponies as now. Tools. Things to do his dirty work. Those Horror Helmets he made, how dare he… they keep ponies in line through nothing but fear. Monstrous things made worse by a monster controlling them.

He must be stopped. The war effort must go on. I will not let him take what he thinks is his. But that means more soldiers… I’ll need to send out recruitment forms again.

Granny won’t be pleased with this. Neither will Big Mac or her granddaughter. Especially her granddaughter. Applejack would probably strike me if I let her brother die out in the cold… or subjected to a far worse fate than death.

Heh, Mayor Mare would probably put in her two cents too. She would. She…

I won’t let this war linger any longer. Sombra has forced my hoof. I risk much revealing my trump card now, but if he keeps claiming territory at this rate, I won’t have a card to play.

Tonight, I visit the mirror pool. Corporal Dash and the Private Pies will come with. Luna… will maintain the front lines as long as she can. 

Should this succeed, my little ponies will know peace once more. If it fails… 

No. It won’t fail. Sombra has made it clear he cares not for the cost it takes to win. So we won’t either.

This is my last entry. My last hope…

My final solution.

This is Commander Celestia, signing off for, hopefully, the last time I ever assume that title. 

Ah, Captain Spitfire. Are the troops well? I've heard them singing.

Stop their singing? No. In fact, I'd like to hear them sing louder. And that's not an order--it's a request.

Thanks. Oh, and could you find Corporal Dash? I'm going to need her for something important very, very soon.