Entry Eight:
The horror I have witnessed today is something I will never forget. Somehow, the genocide I had witnessed when the three tribs were at war, the hundreds of dead guards and servents after the battle of Nightmare Moon and myself, the murder against Nobility over the centuries isn't as awful of a scene as the one I witness today.
I got up as usual. Twilight's last letter had been pushed from my mind as I had to deal with the trial first thing in the morning. The trial lasted three hours. His and Weathermaster Thunder's defence was weak with small arguments that lead nowhere. They began arguing for the sake of arguing. Claiming everything put forward was fake.
Blueblood began yelling about conspiracies against him. The Sparkle Family was growing more and more agitated with the whole trial. Weathermaster Thunder hadn't said a single thing. She simply looked down in shame. Luna sat in the three thrones above me. Usually, the royal thrones would be occupied by myself, Princess Cadance, and Luna. Cadance had decided to support the Sparkle Family so she sat beside her boyfriend at the head of the courtroom. Spike took her place on the middle throne. My sister and Spike, according to the Nobility gossip, glared down at all those in the courtroom of the government with contempt and no sympathy.
I was elected as the judge. Since the content of the case was so large, it required the official head of state to judge the case. Which, has not happened in centuries. Not since there was a trial after Nightmare Moon's banishment. Where, in that trial, it was decided she would become a foal's tale. To avoid the citizens of Equestria overthrowing the government in fear that I would turn evil as well. Go "Mad with power" as they put it.
Blueblood started to rant about how Twilight did it to herself. It wasn't like Weathermaster Thunder could know Twilight was outside when the storm hit. But, his rant was cut off when evidence was provided by Factory records that Weathermaster Thunder had scouted Ponyville a few days before for "Informational gathering on the unique Weather system patterns around the Everfree forest." Giving her time to watch and spy on Twilight Sparkle from the sky.
Blueblood sputtered for an answer before he blurted out something he never should have said.
"Twilight Sparkle deserved what she got. She deserved to be dead for her awful-"
The very small number of Ponies that had come from Ponyville, The Sparkle Family, Luna and Spike all started yelling and cursing at Blueblood. Who yelled straight back at any pony protesting.
I almost lost all self-control when I slammed the Gavel to gain the attention of the court before I practically yelled at Blueblood for his behaviour. Which will be put in the Press all over Equestria by tomorrow thanks to the Press writing like mad as I told him what a disgrace he was.
I told him he was no nephew of mine, and I was glad he was renounced.
Do I feel awful for what I said? Absolutely. But the issues that followed are much worse than what I yelled.
A Guard ran into the court. Screaming and unable to form a proper sentence.
I flew down from the podium and managed to calm him down enough for him to tell me of a letter from Ponyville, specifically a letter from the Mayor of Ponyville. Informing the Crown that another element of Harmony was dead. The Element of Laughter.
Pinkie Pie.
Was dead.
I immediately ended court. I banged the Gavel on the podium and announced that Blueblood and Weathermaster Thunder were guilty. I sentenced Weathermaster fifty years, Blueblood was sentenced to life without parole, followed by all his assets being distributed into the City's funds.
I teleported from the courtroom into Ponyville square. Followed closely by Luna teleporting Spike and Herself to Ponyville. Spike was in shock by the news so he barely noticed where he was. We quickly found Sugarcube Corner. I immediately sent a letter to Canterlot requesting more guards as the limited enforcement in Ponyville was struggling to block the citizens around the shop.
I ordered them all to leave, to let the law deal with what had taken place. Luna added flare by using the Royal Canterlot voice. That really made them scatter. The Mayor followed the three of us silently. Mr. and Mrs. Cake were inside. Luna stopped to give them comfort as the Mayor, Spike and myself slowly went up the stairs as one of the detectives lead us to Pinkie's room.
Pinkie's body was against the back wall. There was a knife in her chest. She had a sick twisted smile with her eyes wide open staring at us. Spike tried to stop screaming in horror. I quickly used my wing to block the scene from him. The detective explained it was suicide.
Suicide.
It took me a few seconds to respond. I ordered him to keep the incident confined to the town. To not let it spread to avoid the panic that another one of the elements was dead. I noticed she was sick-looking, thin, black circle under her eyes and straight mane. Her colours were almost gray.
It was horrific. But that smile...
That smile wasn't natural.
I can't stop seeing her face.
The detective said he would inform a guard to go tell Pinkie's family. I nodded in agreement and pulled Spike into a hug as he cried. He cried more than he had since Twilight's funeral. It seemed he had just been hit full force with the fact Twilight and Pinkie were dead. They weren't coming back. He dug his claws into my fur as he screamed and yelled in grief. He eventually started to fall asleep from lack of energy and let go.
Luna came up the stairs and paused at the sight of Pinkie. She opened her mouth to say something but it quickly died so she stayed silent.
Luna and I flew home today to Canterlot. Spike was still asleep on my back when we got back. Ponies were waiting outside Solar Court for statements on the trials and the interruption. Nobility spread the news that another element was dead. They managed to understand what the guard was yelling about. It was too late.
Luna and I managed to get away before the scared and angry mod reached us. When I put Spike into his bed and got back to my room, the same familiar black fire dropped a letter to my hooves.
Dear Princess Celestia,
By now I am sure the news has spread to you that Pinkie Pie has died. You are mostly likely suspecting I am involved. You are correct. I had this idea, an idea I didn't quite know how to start when I wrote the last letter so I simply mentioned I had an idea.
What would happen if I brought Pinkie into my afterlife?
I brought this simple question up to Pinkie not long after I sent the letter. She said she would love to come to my afterlife. That life wasn't much fun anymore so why stay? We concluded that if we were to bring her into my afterlife, she would;
First: Have to come willingly.
Second: I would have to be present so that my afterlife window would be open. Allowing me to go back with Pinkie.
Your next thought, after reading this, is that I helped in Pinkie murdering herself. That I have become a murderer just by convincing her of this.
You are, again, as usual, correct.
Surprisingly, the thought of becoming a murderer doesn't really stir any negative reaction from me. When I was still alive, I used to have brief thoughts on what it would be like to murder. I had studied so many things and yet the fact that I didn't know what MURDER would be like bothered me. It bothered me as well that I even gave it a second thought.
But now, like most issues I had in the living world, it doesn't matter. It's not like you can arrest me.
The void isn't much of avoiding. Thanks to Pinkie and myself, our imagination has increased to what the void can become. I as write this, I am standing on grass. Pinkie is currently trying to recreate Equestria, more specifically Ponyville around me. She says we should bring as many ponies as we can here to have one big party.
I can't say I disagree with her idea. I would love to have as many ponies as possible. As if we were still in Equestria.
I believe you know what that means.
Your Faithful Student,
-Twilight Sparkle.
It is getting worse. So much worse. I don't know how to stop this.
-Princess Celestia