Entry eleven: The boredom sets in
It seems that the real punishment for our actions was not the isolation or the lack of our magic, it is the unrelenting, never-ending BOREDOM. Everything is the same! There's nothing interesting for us to occupy our time with here! 'Tis only rocks and grey for miles in each direction! We feel as if we are slowly going mad.
Really, Tia. If you are going to leave us stranded on this ROCK then at least leave us with something to do in the meantime! You could have left us our computer, or Game boy or SOMETHING!!! Heck, we would settle for a dictionary at this point, I just…
Entry twelve: Set in stone
We have finally found something to keep ourselves occupied on this abysmal ROCK!!! Carving! So far I have used my horn to carve out (and destroy) about thirty statues of Celestia, a perfect recreation of Equestria's map (It helps when you can see the planet from your window) and a monument to our eventual conquest of Equestria and our dear sister's inevitable downfall! If only the wench could see this! She would be shaking in her horseshoes!
Wait… We need some sort of sign… If we are going to be left up here, we may as well make Celly suffer… Never let her, or the ponies of Equestria ever forget who I am, and of my eventual return… What could such a thing be…
I HAVE IT!!!
Give us one second…
Entry thirteen: The mark of the mare
'Tis done. We have done it. After many long months, we have completed this monumental task. We have carved our image into the moon! Oh, we have not been this happy since we were but a filly! We're so proud of ourselves! Yeah! Woo!
All pleasantries aside, our work shall ensure that our sister dear will never forget what she has done to us, and what we are coming back to do… You will PAY for stealing the praise that was rightfully mine, Princess Celestia! We are DONE living in your shadow! For once, it will not be us kept in the dark. Eternal night shall reign. 'Tis only a matter of time…
Get rekt Celestia.
Entry fourteen: Me, myself and I
Something has occurred to us. Me. I always seem to talk in plurals… Why is that? There is only one of us here, so…
Me. I. My.
I really have to get rid of that old habit. It is a bit strange… Ponies might think that we… that I am crazy… I'm not crazy, am I? I mean, I have read that isolation can drive a pony insane relatively quickly… No. Impossible. It is most likely just the old Equestrian language I was taught. But then again…
OH HELL NO.
Entry fifteen: The darkness within
Crap.
I'm not Luna.
I'm still Nightmare Moon.
Yeah. It seems that I am LITERALLY two ponies… Kinda. I mean, I AM still Princess Luna, but it seems that the darkness and jealousy that the nightmare had been feeding on has yet to completely dissipate, causing spouts of anger and rage that are not completely my own. I am worried… If I cannot control this darkness, will I be destined to return to that retched nightmare?
It was never fun being Nightmare Moon. It was cold. And lonely… And the way that Celestia looked at me… I don't want to be like that again. I NEVER want to be that way again.