• Published 24th Oct 2012
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Luna's Diary - SinisterBronyz



Luna has been launched to the moon, and has a diary lets take a read shall we?

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Days 1-50

Chapter 1



Day 1: Princess Celestia gave me a diary and she said she would send me a new one every year. As bored as I am, it feels much better to write my feelings down... I have no food and have not explored the moon at all. God, I should never have become angry with her. I won't write an entry again until I find some more supplies, I only have a limited supply of quills and pens for now. Celestia said she would send more as well.


Day 7: After much searching I found a food source, it turns out that the moon dust can be easily transformed into food with my translation spell. It’s surprisingly delicious. That’s all for now, I don't want to waste too much ink!


Day 12: Dust is easy but moon rock not so much, I hurt myself while trying to transform a rock. I need to make a base camp soon!



Day 19: I was able to get more ink so I don't feel worried about making this entry too long. Dust can be made into many things. One of those things appears to be ink. The construction of my house is going along perfectly; moon rock is strong and easily moved from place to place so long as I don't try any spells on it, I can move it but nothing else. But overall the house looks great, as I write I wonder if you can transform the dust into cotton. I would love a bed! Ahh, a soft warm bed...


Day 21: IT WORKED, IT WORKED, IT WORKED, IT WORKED, It really worked! it was possible to turn the moon dust into cotton and I made a bed! I truly never thought it would work! I had the best sleep ever! No more sleeping on the ground for me! Now to get to the next topic moondust. I have a stockpile of dust in a small room I made just outside of my house. So i'm good for at least a year and I’m constantly on the lookout for more. But nothing new on the exploring front just a hole lotta nothing, dust and craters but that's all I can say for now... Well I will write again soon.


Day 30: My “house” looks more like a stronghold now. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm being watched. I have made most of my house underground and fortified it. On another note, I got a something new from Celestia (From now on I will call her Tia to save space and ink): Today's newspaper , a calendar with the current date circled and another diary (I assume for when this one runs out.) So I can start dating the days instead of just saying day 30 or something like that. That’s all for now. I will talk to you next time diary (Jeez, it's like you're a person now!).




Day 32 *10/10/7349 E.D.*: I had the weirdest dream. I was running. I wonder what from? I dunno... It was scary, that’s all I know. I'll just call it “The Being”. A white suited thing with a silver dome over it’s head. It’s breathing is stuck in my head... deafening breathing as if it was a old man with a respirator. It haunts me, last night as I awoke screamed and had to cry myself to sleep. When I awoke I was dehydrated and I realize I haven't told you about my water, the dust makes great water, and, if you transmute it, you can get a mix of some sort that makes it taste like punch.


Day 37 *15/10/7349 E.D.*: The Being chases me in my dreams whenever I sleep. It’s awful. I don't know what it is, but wherever I go it chases me. I will leave soon, I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I'll come back and i’m not bringing anything. On day 50 I'm leaving. I'll fortify my home to the best of my abilities and then I'll leave. I must escape, somehow. I think that if I leave he will also stop chasing me. I'll try as best as I can to come back.


Day 42 *20/10/7349 E.D.*: My time to leave draws near, as The Being haunts me in my dreams. It’s as if it’s forcing me to leave. I'm starting to fortify this place, and I decided to bring some ink, a few quills, and use the other journal to draw maps. I will not write in there, I'm doing this by myself, for myself, nothing else. I'll talk to you as soon as I have something new, or if I'm leaving. On another note ‘Tia seems to know that I’m leaving; she just sent me a digital calendar so that I will know what date it is when I get back.


Day 45 *23/10/7349 E.D/.*: I saw it, but it didn't see me. The Being was there. I wasn't seeing things. I saw it and ran for it. I heard him say something like “Ha, I can’t believe I’m an Astronaut!”. So thats it’s new name, the Astronaut. But how did it speak my language, that’s the real question?


Day 50 *28/10/7349 E.D.*: The time to leave has arrived. I will miss writing, but I am already taking too much. I decided against the ink, because I could make it on my own. The quills and book I'm taking, as well as the normal calendar to keep track of the date as I’m away. I don’t want to leave, but the Astronaut scares me too much to stay. If I don't return, I would just like to say goodbye.


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Day 150 *28/3/7350 E.D.*: Well, I’m back, exactly 100 days later. Tired, scratched up, and amazed I found somepony,,, like literally another pony his name is: Disc Jockey he is a DJ! You know like Vinyl Scratch, he has his own stage name... D1s[j0[k3y (1=I [=C 3=E) He’s sleeping now but he is another castaway a little sliver in Tia’s hand the disappointment of the bunch, the things Tia needed to hide away... He doesn't remember how long he was exiled, But it’s always gratifying to find another outcast.

I close the book.


It's mmmysterious yes?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note
my editor took his sweet damn time in editing it so i've updated it so it has been correctly edited. On another note i'm thinking of making a journal on my account like explaining whats going on with my writing and with me in general thoughts? (On a side note im having a MASSIVE writers block so ill update once I can think of stuff but for now ill just say... She was gone for 100 days... Have fun waiting XD