Journal of Twilight Sparkle
Sunday, March 7
The Ponyville Inquirer stopped by today. I could only offer my condolences and advice, which would be to forget any superstitions and focus on finding these ponies. I was in the middle of preparations when they stopped by, but I was more than happy to offer my words. But now I am back to preparations.
Fluttershy had a nightmare last night. She woke up in a cold sweat with a high fever, and the total incident was alarming. Her whole body was shivering, and she was unresponsive. I was becoming severely worried, but soon her body began to warm again, and she began to look about the room. Spike was kind enough to fetch a glass of warm milk for her and, after I helped her down it with a gentle hoof, I asked what had happened.
All she told me was, “Bats.”
I’m alarmed, even as I pen this. I can’t wait for the storm to blow over; I’m going back to those ruins and I’m putting an end to whatever this is. I just hope the town will can do without me for a while, possibly even a day. I realize that the storm might ground me in the ruins, but I will have to go, because the look in Fluttershy’s eyes this morning, those tiny black dots for pupils and the terror beneath them... I shudder.
I’ve told her to stay in bed, and that on my way out I would stop by her home to ensure that everything was still well and fine. Spike is more than happy to take care of her, and it makes me proud that he is doing so well. In fact, I’ve entrusted him with running a note of mine to Rarity, enclosed in which are my plans to stay at the castle, even if that means overnight. I have to leave now, though, while there is no wind to beat me down.
I’m going to get to the bottom of this.