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// A throw-away entry 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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A father. I am to be a father. I am absolutely floored by this knowledge. And while there is a certain joy in me, knowing that I have had some part in creating life, a life that shares my bloodline, there is far more fear in me. What if I am not fit to be a father. Yes, I'm more than an apt foal-sitter, but Platinum has a separate set of caretakers from me altogether. What if I drop the child? Or, and I shudder thinking of it, . . . what if the child doesn't make it to term? What if, by some tragedy, Rain miscarries? I don't think I could bare the sadness. Perhaps I should just run from this place, leave them behind. But no. . . I cannot abandon my duties to the king thusly. Nor would I be able to live with myself, knowing that Rain would be branded a whore and my child a bastard. Perhaps there is another way to alleviate myself of responsibility towards her. Perhaps if I were able to, say, travel back in time and-



A note to myself: NO. DO NOT. EVEN THINK. ABOUT TIME TRAVEL. Nothing but bad comes of tampering with the space-time continuum. But you'll find out more about that later. Emphasis on later. As in NOT NOW. And no matter what, do not even think about abandoning Rain. Trust me. Trust yourself. Trust your heart. Trust her. You won't come to regret it.



I. . . I don't. . . what even just happened?

In any case, I think I'll be tearing this page out. Rain doesn't have to know my every thought after all. And I'd rather forget whatever it is that just happened with my journal.



A note to myself: You won't.