Dear Journal,
Dear Journal,
Whelp… it looks like the boss and I made it somehow! One minute we were falling to our doom. Then next we were in some kind of dark cave or something! Not sure how we got there, but some weird looking robed ponies approached us! They want the boss to join them! Something about stopping some really bad guy, or something. I wasn’t really paying attention. Too hungry!
Dear Journal,
True to his word, Lord Arc has made my daughter whole again! She's resting here now. While this does make me happy, I can't help but wonder what he will ask in return. No one is so selfless as to do something for nothing after all!
I will have to speak to Gilda about this when she is stronger. She's quite the listener. Very perceptive too! If Lord Arc isn't to be trusted, I need to figure out what he's and his country are up to!
Dear Diary,
General Virtuous Lance and I met with Lord Regent Arc this afternoon. He's... pretty big, but very... I don't know... personable? While I believe he'll do fine in the day to day activities of the princesses, I worry how his tranquil and reluctant demeanor would hold up during a conflict! Our nation is in a difficult position right now, what with Princess Celestia gone.
Dear Journal,
I will lead my forces to Canterlot Castle soon. By my calculations, it should be a simple matter to march in and finish what was started with the princesses. Whatever defenses the castle’s defenders can muster will be a useless gesture! I can only hope my former soldiers see that and save themselves.
Dear Diary,
I met the strangest creature today. Apparently he's our nation's new Hero of Light, but... I've never seen anything like him before! He walks on his hind legs and doesn't have hooves! I... I was a bit frightened of him, but... he convinced me of his intentions and talked to me. The Hero of Light, Arc, is actually a very personable individual. I'd always heard they were rather cold and calculating.
Dear Journal,
I… I confessed to the commander to sneaking into the orphanage at night. It felt good to come clean to him about that. He was very understanding, as I thought he would be. Miss Pommel needs to be protected! At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself lately. I know she’s just fine over there, but… if anything were to happen to her… she… she’s like a mother to me! To all of my brothers and sisters in arms!
Dear Diary,
My sister is alive!!! Well… kind of. She’s somehow in Arc’s armor! How this happened is far beyond my ability to understand! Arc just showed up out of the blue and revealed this to me! While I’m glad he did, I’m even more happy to speak to Cherry again! I had a million things I wanted to say to her. But… at that moment I couldn’t think of a single one!
Dear Diary,
Today I had visitors, from a town not too far away. Sadly, my closed door and shutters did not keep them at bay! To me the came to see, the non-ponies there were three.
Strange talking creatures, desired a cure. To me they did insist that their intentions were pure. The pony, of course, was not so forthcoming. But I am no fool! I saw through her cunning!
Hello everypony! Happy Hearthswarming! Just a quick hello update as I slouch here watching A Charlie Brown Christmas with my family. We've got chapter 2 of "A Change of Heart" coming in a few days, and a few new stories are being worked on as well. I hope you all stay safe during the holiday season, and are happy. You deserve happiness and I hope you find it. I also hope I eventually get the Charlie Brown theme out of my head.
Brightwing going with friends to pony town! This make Brightwing VERY happy! Brightwing not scared to leave Dragon Lands, as Brightwing knows this is what Dragon Lord wants! Brightwing will do her best to help Dragon Lord find what he is looking for in pony lands! Oops! Brightwing not supposed to say that! Or write it either! Brightwing will cross it out so no one can read it! Brightwing smart! Oh yes, Brightwing is! Dragon Lord’s secret safe with Brightwing!
I am usually a pretty private person. Whenever I see an author, esp. a less-than-famous one, tell their life story in what I imagine is a tearful, heartfelt voice, a small part of me rolls my eyes in exasperation. It's not because I enjoy seeing the suffering of other, or because I don't care about people, it's simply because the transition from spoken word to blog post leaves a sort of a disconnect. I can't tell them it's all okay. Theyu can't see my face as I offer them reassuring hugs. And
"Hey, hey, did you hear that?"
I turn and glare at nothing in particular, and sit down to pull on my socks. The one time I tried to stand up to put them on, I fell on my butt with a heavy thump. I refuse to repeat that disaster now.
"It's a great big world out there! Hey, wanna go get up, wanna do something great with your life?"
It's past midnight. You get up blearily, because I summoned you into existence. And there you see me: a writer stuffing her face with popcorn, writing about nihilistic Twilight and other such nonsense.
There is a noticeable lack of coffee.
Dear Journal,
SHE'S DEAD! SHE'S DEAD! Matron Tempest is finally dead!! Dinky's father killed her with Miss Pommel and Dinky! Aquamarine and I have waited for this day for what feels like forever! But... but this victory will mean nothing without Miss Pommel! She fell down and didn't get up! The Hero of Light ran her to the hospital and... and she's not doing very well! I hope they give her something to eat! Maybe she's just sick and needs some medicine?