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// 12th April 
// Story: Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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8.31 PM

It has been a long day.

Luna asked to see someone this morning, and it came to quite a surprise.

She had wanted to see me.

Well, there isn't anything wrong with one sister wanting to see another sister, this is true, but she actually wanted to discuss something 'personal' this time.

I had no idea what it could be about.

The meeting started very casually, but then moved on to more serious tones. She sat me down in her room, offered me some tea and cakes, which were well accepted. It was nice to see her eating normally again, but that was beside the point.

She asked me how I was.

I asked her what she wanted.

And that was how it began.

She wanted to talk about us.

Just 'us'. Nothing fancy, nothing special. She just put it out there and I guess I was slightly apprehensive.

It's been a long time since either of us had decided to truly approach everything that happened between us and I hadn't expected Luna to be the one to start.

Well then, I said, alright. What about us?

She didn't know if I knew, but she'd been watching me, she said. For a thousand years, up there in the moon, watching over me like a guardian angel.

Bad comparison, I know, but apt to a certain extent.

She had watched as I grew our kingdom from what it was until what it is now. And she kept watching as I too, grew and changed over the long millennia.

She said that 20 years ago was when I first started to change a bit more drastically.

I bit my tongue and continued listening. I was not too happy about being judged, honestly, but if there's one Pony's word I respect it's Luna's.

Luna asked me if I realised. I told her no.

She said that well, 20 years ago was when I first started growing bitter. It was when I first started to look for a replacement for her, and eventually found it in Twilight Sparkle. Bitter, she calls it.

She told me that I used to be fun, I used to have a sense of humour, which I still do, I maintain, but that this slight streak of anger started to crawl over everything I did, and clouded my eyes.

I scoffed at that point, and upset the teacup.

I had an outburst.

What do you know? I asked of Luna. Who do you think you are, to tell me all this?

She said, well, I'm your sister.

That shut me up.

There was conviction in her eyes. You could see it; feel it burning. She seemed to have something she needed to tell me no matter what the outcome. Alright. I bit.

She went on.

It was 20 years ago, she elaborated. I knew of her impending release, and she noticed that as the date crept closer I had done things that were more and more out of character.

I started to stare at Ponyville, for one. The place where I would later find the character that I eventually dubbed the Scourge. I had started to invest in people's lives on a personal basis, which is something that I should not be doing, as a ruler, she said.

Well, I told her in retort, if there's a threat, I must act against it, right? That is what anypony would do under the circumstances.

But she asked me a question that I can't answer until now.

Did I find the threat, or did I go looking for one?

She asked me simply how I came across Pinkamina Pie in the first place, and how I managed to get to know about her threat.

I couldn't remember. I knew that it was a result of visiting Ponyville a lot and having notes taken and such.

She asked me why I went to Ponyville in the first place.

She asked me if I remembered.

I did not.

I had really wanted to know what she was talking about, but she said that it was adequate for today, and she thought we had spoken enough.

I got mad again. I did not like her to simply just drop things in the middle, and who was she to treat me like that anyway?

It didn't matter. I left, slamming the door behind me.

There is nothing that Luna would have said that would have made any difference, anyway. I don't know where she was going with this, and I don't want to know.

There is a pain in my head and my chest, and thinking about it just makes it worse.