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// Entry #100/Letter from Rain #6 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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We're on a fast track to absolutely nowhere in regards to how to deal with Lord del Toro and his army of alchemists. Our first issue: the army of alchemists. If just two of them can create a fatal disease that's basically undetectable until it's done it's job, I can only imagine what an entire city of them can do. The prospect is certainly unsettling. Then there's the issue of what to should actually do with Sombra, should we manage to capture him. Stormchaser wants execution, while Joshua wants exile. Personally, I don't think either of those are good ideas. I prefer the concept of exile, and I'm sure I could come up with some sort of banishment spell, but I don't have the time. It looks like I really will have to go to Rain on this.


There are no words that can express the fear I felt when I knew that my brother was actively seeking my life. There are even fewer to describe the guilt and anguish I felt when I knew it was my brother's desire to kill me that resulted in the death of Gilded Lily, who, even in Negra Beliza, a city that despises the crown, was considered a mare without equal among the three tribes, in kindness, generosity and beauty. My guilt was so great in fact, that I went to the king himself to give my condolences and turn myself in. I told him my tale, Just as I now tell you, and by the end of it all, he could only smile at me. He found my empathy for him and my compassion for my fellow pony to be endearing. He laid no blame on me, as I was not responsible for my brother's actions. But he said that, unfortunately, he could not provide me with a safe haven, at least not in the sense that I would be lodging at the castle. He said that he would do his best to prevent any further attacks on the capital, and provide me with as good a start to a normal life as he could muster. And, well. . . after a year or so, that's when we stumbled upon each other.

When I first saw you, and saw the way you looked at me, I took you only for another stallion after my body. But you gaze must have been unintentional, for when I peered into your mind, I could find nothing concerning me, save maybe a fleeting thought about how you couldn't afford to think about things like love in your position. You had a promising occupation ahead of you, and when I peered into your future, through those thoughts, I could see that you were right. I fell in love, quite immediately, with the stallion you would become, the things you would do. And when I popped back into reality, all I could see was what you would be. But you weren't there just yet. Now, don't take this the wrong way, as I still loved you dearly, even then, but. . . perhaps I'm not explaining this very well. Honestly I can't even be sure I'm remembering that night properly. I might have overdone it on the drink, as did you. But, I think it's safe to say, especially now that we have Clover, that neither of us would have wanted it to turn out any other way.

You're destined for great things, my dearest Starswirl. Don't let anything knock you off your current path. And know that whatever you may do in the future, I'll do what I can now to make sure it's possible. I love you Starswirl and I love Clover too. Give her a kiss, from me.