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// ...is Our Kingdom, Twilight 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Dear Discord,

Do you know how fortunate you are? Do you?

You should. Taking into account your gift of my marbles, my weakness for a good apology bouquet, and Twilight and Fluttershy vouching on your behalf after everything you've done, bad and good, I've retracted my previous decision to have you recast in stone via Cockatrice after Tirek was dealt with. 

You were to be released at Fluttershy's discretion, and that may not have come for a long time. Or less than an hour, depending on how quickly she forgave you for your transgressions. You might have been lucky, but the world may never know.

That does not mean your reintegration into our society will be smooth, however. You've pissed off a lot of ponies aiding that demonic centaur, and torched many bridges along the way to a point beyond repair. I've done what I can to make sure capital punishment will not happen to you for these particular crimes--the rest, however, remains on your burdened shoulders to fix, one rope and plank at a time.

For me, while I do believe you are regretful of your actions, I simply don't trust you to handle any serious threats beyond "E" in the APEX scale. Accidents and petty crimes are still reportable, if you so choose to flood my inbox with complaints of otherworldly dog urine killing your lawn. Again. But evil and extreme threats are beyond you until I see evidence that you are not so easily swayed by the darker temptations to usurp power or disrupt my ponies in a deliberate, harmful manner. 

That evidence will only come with time, Discord. Or until the next threat comes and you prove yourself worthy of my complete trust again, whichever comes first. 

In any case, Tirek is safely locked up in Tartarus once again partially due to your help, with Cerberus guarding the gates like a good boy--and minus one Warden Pyrefly, who voluntarily quit under the reason of "preventing a supernova." Hilarious.

But this also leaves Tartarus without a Warden. A ship without its captain, so to speak, but I'm sure Luna will make a fine substitute until I find a new one. I hear Tartarus has fantastic echoes, so everything should be just... peachy.

Ah, yes, one more thing. Your Crazy Land proposal is denied until further notice. Please do not resubmit it as a bundle of post-it notes with anagrams of my name on the back of them.

Sincerely,

Princess Stale Ice