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// Apology 
// Story: Letters From A Troubled Stallion 
// by averagewriter 
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Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle,

        I must apologize for my...behavior this last few weeks. I have been ignoring your letters, I have locked myself in, and once more, my mind has been driven to the darkness. I must apologize for any sense of dread that you must have felt in my last letter to you, your highness, but I must also apologize for scaring you and leaving you in the dark.

        I must apologize for forcing you to come look for me. I saw you searched around the town in vain for nopony exactly knows where I live nor my true name. I have failed to see how my actions may have affected you. 

Now, I have decided that I should continue the story. It’s the best for...I’m not sure, me? The both of us? But first, I have to reply to your previous letters.

You are right, your Highness, that the ritual my young self has participated was related to an ancient dark cult. Killing one of the members with the ritual knife would have successfully made you one of them. This was the first of the many mistakes I’ll later commit. Maybe I should have just knocked Jerry out, but once you hold the knife, all you feel is the need to murder. I was lucky to have let it go as soon as it was finished.
   
I also see that you have indeed checked the newspaper. Murder, it read.


The Mysterious Murder of an Orphan




        If you read it, then you would know that the murderer was never found. So was the murder weapon. Disappeared without a trace. 

        I...I have nothing much else to say, actually. I can’t think straightly, not after what I have done...to you. I need to clear my mind for a while but I have one last thing to say to you.

        If you will it, then I will accept any punishments that you will give me, whether it be death, torture, or something else. I can’t be excused with this kind of attitude if I were to continue writing letters to you. I’m still a lowly pony and I must treat you with respect. Just say the word and I will be at the bridge where we first met, waiting. I will not resist. But if you have don’t have that in mind, then it’s up to you to decide whether to continue to listen to my story. Any answer will appreciated.

        Until next time, Princess.