All Day, Everyday.

by Penanka72

Epilogue.

Diary Entry #1

I never thought I’d do this.

Writing in a diary feels… weird. Like something out of a coming-of-age novel where the protagonist pours their heart out in secret. But I guess there’s something to it. Having a place to put my thoughts, my frustrations, my fears—it’s a relief. Especially when there’s so much I have to hide from so many ponies.

The Apple family has been teaching me a lot—mostly Granny Smith and Applejack. They know the truth, but Big Mac and Apple Bloom don’t. I have to be careful with what I say around them, and honestly, it’s exhausting. There are moments where I just want to blurt everything out, to stop pretending, to stop hiding behind Aurora Breeze and just be Amelia. But I can’t. Not yet.

At least Granny Smith and Applejack are helping me understand this world. There’s a lot to take in—things that sound so ridiculous to someone from Earth, yet here, they’re normal. One of the biggest shocks? The monarchy isn’t just rulers—they’re practically gods. Celestia controls the sun, and her sister, Luna, the moon. Alicorns with power that defy every law of nature I knew.

I didn’t believe it at first. It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. But then Applejack showed me video proof—actual footage of Celestia moving the sun, of Luna shifting the moon through the sky like it was nothing.

I think my jaw hit the floor.

I thought nothing could surprise me anymore. I was wrong.

—

On a more personal note… Fluttershy has changed.

She’s trying. I can see it.

She still flinches when hoofball is brought up, but she doesn’t shy away from it anymore. She actually sits through games now, watches them with me—even talks about them, even if there’s still something buried in her eyes that tells me it’s not easy for her.

I don’t know the exact details of what happened to make her so hesitant about hoofball, but whatever it was, she’s trying to get over it.

And I appreciate that.

—

The season has finally come to a close. Hoofball is over.

Twilight’s Reds won the league—big shocker there. Rainbow Dash’s Gunners finished second, barely missing out on the title. Mare City took third, Mare United fourth. It was a tight race until the very end.

I should be mad that my sister won, but honestly? I’m happy for her. I hope she keeps winning, even if we’re rivals. If I want to be the best goalkeeper, I have to surpass the best—and right now, that’s her.

As for the Toffees… well.

We barely survived relegation. Fifteenth place. It was a brutal season, but at least we held on.

The Blades, Starlight United, and Emerald City weren’t so lucky. They’re relegated. The Hatters, Garibaldi, and The Cherries barely survived the battle at the bottom. It’s a wake-up call. We have to do better next season.

And I have to be ready.

With the season over, the Toffees are making moves. We’ve brought in a few new faces—Nocturne, Sugarcoat, and Blue Ribbon.

Not high-profile players, not big names that’ll shake the league, but experienced. Smart signings. Players who’ve been here, who know the Equestrian League inside and out. We need that. We need stability, experience, and depth. And with pre-season ahead, we’ll get to see how they fit in.

Applejack’s already planned everything out, had it set in stone before the season even ended. She says it’s a surprise, which means it’s either going to be brilliant or absolute hell. Maybe both. Either way? I can’t wait. Because now? I’m officially a Toffee.

Sure, it’s the academy team—for now. But I don’t care. I’m here. I made it. Look out, Equestria. Aurora is going to shock the world.

That’s all I can think of writing at the moment, I’m not used to writing my thoughts and feelings, but I think I did well on my first entry, I even enjoyed it.

I’ll be back another day, I got to train with my squad, to get match-fit despite it being 4 mouths till Pre Season starts. I’ll change things around somehow with The Toffees; maybe not now or even next season, I’m still young and learning but, I will.

I promise I will.

Until next time!

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The chamber was dimly lit, the flickering glow of enchanted lanterns casting eerie shadows against the cold, cavernous walls. Three figures stood within the darkness, cloaked in heavy hooded robes, their faces veiled in shadow. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere pulsing with something unseen—something ancient, chaotic, inevitable.

The one in the centre spoke first, their voice silken yet commanding, carrying the weight of authority.

“The plan is in motion.”

A second figure let out a breath, shifting slightly, their tone more informal, more eager. “But we can’t move yet.” they muttered, a hint of frustration beneath their words. “Not while the Equestrian government is still playing their little guessing game. They suspect, they watch, but they haven’t made their move.”

The third pony chuckled softly—a low, amused sound that barely echoed in the vast chamber. “They hesitate because they fear what they do not understand.” they mused. “And so long as they remain uncertain, they will not act.”

The leader nodded, slow and deliberate. “And that is precisely why we must be patient. The seeds of Discord’s vision have already been planted. But for true chaos to rise, we need the Equestrian Crown to move first.”

A hush fell over them, the weight of their ambition hanging in the stale air. The leader tilted their hooded head slightly, as if lost in thought, before their voice cut through the silence once more.

“What of the humans?”

The second figure straightened, their posture tense. “The government is aware of the young one.” they confirmed. “They watch her, but they do not act. Not yet.”

“And the other?” the leader inquired, their voice laced with quiet intrigue.

A smirk could almost be heard in the second pony’s tone. “She hides well—too well. The human male turned mare has woven herself deep into their world, becoming a powerful figure in hoofball. Her influence grows.”

The leader considered this for a moment, then let out a breath that sounded almost pleased.

“That is good.”

The third figure stirred again, shifting their weight. “And if the government continues to hesitate?”

The leader’s hooded face turned slightly, the dim light barely outlining the faintest hint of a smile beneath the shadows.

“Then we shall give them a little push in the right direction.”

Author's Note:

Thank you all for reading a story that I've put a lot of hard work and time into. This isn't the end. Just the beginning that will lead to the start of Amelia’s hoofball career, a bigger story. For now however, my focus will be on a more darker and extreme story: The Blood on the Bars. But I will be back to continue, I promise.

For now, I hope you all enjoyed and thank you once again!

Comments

[miclovin4321]

Now about boxing

[ItsJustAClint]

man can't wait for a sequel. i already wrote my fill for a part one on something else.

:3 keep up the fun penanka!