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// Entry 141 - Fillyhood 
// Story: Diary of a Ruler 
// by Lamia 
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	Twilight Sparkle's first session with me was today. I could see the nervousness in her face as she stepped up to me to say hello. I am always reminded that everypony was always uncomfortable around me. I certainly hope she will warm up to my presence as we work together.

We spent the day introducing each other and simply talking. Instruction can come when I have a better idea of how to teach her; hence, getting to know her first is the best route to take for now. She told me she was inspired to study magic when she watched me raise the sun. The notion gave me a sense of pride. It is wonderful to know that I can still influence and inspire ponies all around.

Since then, Twilight Sparkle delved deeply into books for quite a while, studying magic day and night. She seemed to be very serious about learning it all, exclaiming that she wants to be just like me. Her innocence was quite endearing. I smiled at her which seemed to make her happier. I worry, though. A pony cannot learn by merely looking at books. I mentioned this to her, and she looked confused as she asked how else she was supposed to learn spells. I chuckled back and said that I will show her as time goes on.

As our time ran out and her parents came to escort her back home, she waved to me and said goodbye. I waved back happily as the parents bowed before leaving. I could hear her hopping and chattering cheerfully to her loved ones about me all the way down the empty hallway.

Children really are a blessing. To show them the world, letting them learn and unleash their potential, it always gave me such joy. I have taken many students on in my time as princess; this pony was no different. So full of energy and questions, with a mind ready to fill with knowledge.

They always bring me back to when I was just a filly. Mother was so powerful, so graceful, so wonderful. We wanted to be just like her. My sister and I, we studied the world, innocence fresh in our values. We were like any other children. We played, we learned, we found our likes and dislikes. Mother taught us closely with love and compassion, but also strictness when it was necessary. I am certain that she, too, enjoyed students during her reign. She did mention that Luna and I made her hooves full when we came, and did not take any more students. We always asked her with guilt if she regretted not having any more students, but each time she reminded us that we were more important and loved than any student that she could have.

I miss her. I wonder if I will see her again.