Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord

by KitsuneRisu

24th April

11.00 PM

I have been far more conscious about my activities ever since that whole nonsense with the peanut had started. I'm not sure what it is, but it feels like something is bulging at the back of my head trying to burst forth and make itself known.

There is a hidden door inside my mind, which I can't open and I can't kick down. Not even magic works. It's almost as if I can't even find the spell to cast.

I was thinking and musing about it, and as my mind drifted, my actions took me to places as if I were an automaton running on a track.

I found myself staring at Ponyville, its lights winking out one by one as the Ponies went to bed, ready for a fresh new day tomorrow.

Soon it was all dark, and only the streetlamps lightly illuminated the worn streets and markets where dozens of dozens of Ponies ply their trades.

It is a peaceful, calming town, but like still waters, there is always a strong undercurrent running beneath. I know of this current, but I cannot find it, nor do I know to where it flows.