My best friend, Lyra is my life. I hadn't noticed that until... it happened. Why did she have to die? Why did she have to go off on a quest to save ponyville? Why her of all ponies? Some question stay unanswered, leaving the pony wondering---wondering until its doom. But why? Yet another question left unanswered.
Why, it's a simple question that is not answered, never will be. I always thought tragedies were simply just these questions- the why. I never thought that I, myself would be asking quite a simple question. Once tragedy strikes, you know the reason to the simple question why. Why, to me is something you say when something bothers you so much you can't say anything but why.
Lyra is still with me in my imagination. Imagination- just saying that word makes me cringe. Lyra, I keep this journal for the curious pony to know well... why. Please, Lyra tell me why you had to battle the rising evil, why you had to sacrifice your life, why you didn't realize how much I would be in pain. Lyra, I need you, you're my life. I wish I would've known that before you died, then I would've tried harder to stop you. Why did our friendship distract me from seeing that our friendship is my life? I don't know if you know Lyra, but I'm starting to cry.
Cry, I cried for days. You saved ponyville, but destroyed me. You defeated my happiness how could I forgive you? I know it was for the best, but without you I am worthless. So I keep this journal in memory of you, for ponies to remember you. This is only the prologue and I am in tears already. Don't worry my friend, the tears don't hurt anymore. I'm used to crying.
I thought about adopting another friend, but who could replace you? Now I am filled with hate, sorrow, depression. All I can think about is you, hoping you think about me too. Hoping you remember me, hoping I am not lost. Lyra please find me, make my day. Oh how I wish there was a spell to bring ponies back to life. I would make Twilight do it as soon as possible. Lyra please remember me, please think about me, please find me. You are my only friend. You're my only hope. I better stop writing now, before I cry so hard I dehydrate and die. Well actually I wouldn't mind that. Dying means I'll be with you.