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// Entry Seven: Three Days 
// Story: Record of Events 
// by BiniBean 
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Entry Seven:

It has been three days since I have written. Three days since Twilight has written me another letter. This makes me more than a little concerned considering she announced my lack of power over her new world and most likely actions.

I am starting to avoid Luna and Spike.

Which, in Luna's case is a bad idea. That is part of the reason why she became isolated because I started to avoid her because of her increasingly depressing mood. Although, back then, she had no pony on her side. This time she had much of the staff sharing her angry ranting views about Spike.

Spike couldn't care less about me avoiding him. He welcomes it. I have enough issues without him demanding I fire my staff because they are giving him strange looks. No wonder they are giving him looks, he has burned the curtains in his room more times than I care to think about.

I have started to become paranoid that I am being watched at all hours. I never liked being in the spotlight in the public, now, Twilight could be watching me at any moment on any day and I wouldn't even know it.

I got news two days ago that Weathermaster Thunder's fake account had been found in Trottingham of all places. The Million bits had been deposited into her fake account the night before the storm. Then taken out the moment she was arrested for the first charge of endangering ponies after the storm. Before her charges had been increased when they found evidence she was against the Crown.

We traced the accounts back to one of Blueblood's servants, who, then, transferred the money into an account with a fake name in Manhatten that Blueblood controlled. Blueblood started to take out small sums of the million bits to make it seem less suspicious to the banks in Canterlot that he gave away a Million bits and then just three days later he received them all back.

I have ordered all his fake and real accounts to be frozen. I had to arrest him and the servants we uncovered were involved in a rather public raid of his estate. The press and citizens were there. Since he is my nephew. I had to publicly announce at the raid, with Luna standing beside me for extra support, that Blueblood was being arrested for conspiracy against the crown, murder of Twilight Sparkle, blackmail, corruption of government, and dozens of other charges. I didn't miss how scared the Nobility looked in the crowd. Blueblood, as of yesterday, was officially stripped of his title and disowned by Luna and myself.

I am tired and I feel very weak. 

The excitement of the last three days has caused me to take a half-day off today. 

I must oversee the trial tomorrow of Blueblood and Weathermaster Misty Thunder. There is overwhelming evidence against them. Including the servents of Blueblood and other factory workers working during the storm. It is just a formality at this point to grant them a trial. 

As I am writing this, I have received another scroll from Twilight.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I apologize for not writing for a while. I have been rather busy watching my friends in Ponyville.

Rainbow Dash continues to fly and do tricks but doesn't seem to have as much enthusiasm as before. Whenever she goes home in the evening she just cries and cries. Scootaloo tried to give her support but Rainbow Dash brushed her off.

Applejack threw herself into her work. Big Mac and Applebloom had to force her inside for meals and sleep many times. They had been trying very hard to not bring up anything about me. Granny Smith brought up the storm once while I was watching and Applejack bluntly cut her off.

Fluttershy doesn't leave her cottage. Not once. She feeds and cares for her animals as always but she is mostly just crying as she does it. Her animals have to make sure she eats and go get her supplies. They tried to get her out of the cottage but she is terrified. She continues to repeat in protest to her animals about what happened to me through crying and whimpers.

Rarity is more of a disaster. She is secretly trying to arrange with her parents, to send Sweetie Belle to live with them. They aren't too happy with the idea of course so their relationship is crumbling without Sweetie Belle even being aware. Rarity doesn't pay her sister any attention. She works in the dark of her room now. Make dress after dress. All made out of dark colours. She isn't selling any of them either, so she is becoming bankrupt.

Pinkie Pie has been trying to have those lively parties she was so well known for when I was around. But her heart wasn't quite in it. Her mane had gone flat. The usual vibrant colours of her coat and mane were dull. The other ponies had started to notice. They went to those parties just to make her feel better. But, as it seems to me, it is not working.

I wanted to help her. Their struggle was making me hurt. So without really thinking, I pressed my hoof against the scene. As if they could feel me and it would make it all better. That, despite, my death, they would all meet up again and be friends. Instead of being isolated and falling apart.

Then my hoof went through.

My hoof went into the scene. I touched the ground of Sugarcube Corner.

I managed, after a moment of shock, to fully push myself into the room. I was a little translucent. Like a ghost almost. Pinkie had always been unnatural in her abilities to bend reality so it was only natural she perked up despite her facing the wall of her bedroom.

She thought this was some bad joke. For once, she didn't like that sort of thing. She screamed and yelled and her colour went duller. After, what seemed like hours of arguing and telling her my journey she was able to accept the fact I was there.

She grew brighter and happier.

Unfortunately, I had to go back to where I came from.

This has made me hate being here even more. I am alone. Not friends. No noise. 

I have an idea. An idea to bring some life into this void. It is only a theory of course. We will see what happens when I test this. I will keep you updated.

Your Faithful Student,

-Twilight Sparkle.

An idea? What idea? I might find out when she writes the next letter. I am quite interested to know. Although, I have a growing feeling of dread at the mention of this. I am not sure why. 

Something tells me, Twilight should not be meddling with the living and the afterlife the way that she is.


-Princess Celestia