//------------------------------//
// Entry Two: Newspaper 
// Story: Record of Events 
// by BiniBean 
//------------------------------//

I feel sick. So very sick.

I had more nightmares last night. This time it was her body laying on the hospital bed. Her bloodshot eyes opened and she moved her broken neck in an unnatural way to face me before saying "You failed me." Then I saw her in the void once more. She simply sat there. Looking around with a small smile as if she was watching a filly take her first steps.

There must be a spell to stop these nightmares.

Luna doesn't know about the letter. It seems foolish but I don't plan on telling her. She has enough to worry about and I am not convinced the letter came from Twilight. I have been alive for a little more than two thousand centuries. If somepony was going to communicate from the afterlife, it would have most likely been done already.

Speaking of the letter, another one came in while I was doing Solar Court today.

I may have worried the guards slightly. I almost burned the darn letter the moment I saw it. I grew slightly angry and snappy at the royal assistant when she enquired about why it came in black fire. I must apologize for that later. For frankly, I am exhausted. I have sent a small group of guards to Ponyville to check the state of the Golden Oak Library. I informed them they should search for Twilight's research materials and papers.

In reality, I am trying to see if they meet anypony there. Specifically, the pony who sent these letters. These can not be coming from Twilight. She is dead.

It worries me I must keep repeating that to myself.

The most recent letter says:

"Dear Princess Celestia,

I need to tell somepony about this. Or at least have the illusion I am because I don't know, for the first time in my life existence, how to deal with the information I have now. After I sent you the letter I practiced with my magic and the power of thoughts. I realized that if I concentrated on a clear picture of what I wanted, it would appear. I have managed to make a ball appear and levitate it with my magic. I, also, managed to get a copy of the Ponyville Gazette through rather creative thinking about mortality, if I would ever see you or Equestria again, and the hope that I can return and once again enjoy my morning's with Spike with a nice coffee and newspaper before I began any friendship report that day.

The newspaper claimed I had died in the storm I was mentioning in my last letter.

I died by getting crushed after saving a filly.

It would explain why I am so cold. Why I am alone in a void.

But, death?

I never thought death would be like this. I thought it would be brighter. Happier. I thought death would give me the answers I sought in life.

I need more time to understand this. I need proof. I will keep you updated.

Your Faithful Student,

-Twilight Sparkle.

Maybe I should tell Luna about this.


-Princess Celestia