The Trials and Tribulations of Red Sentry

The Trials and Tribulations of Red Sentry

(Week 1)

To be honest, I find this all kind of silly. I mean seriously, who keeps a journal or diary of their lives these days. You only hear about it in theatre and books and only in as so much as a plot or story telling device. In my opinion ponies stopped documenting their lives because they realized how boring they really are, and let’s be honest; nopony wants to be reminded of that. However, here we are. I’m sitting down at this desk, writing in this journal, if for no other reason, than boredom and place to contain all the musings and ramblings that plague me if not exorcised from my mind.

Now going back and re-reading that paragraph, I think I sound like a pretentious ass, but you know what, that’s okay. It’s not like anypony is going to read this anyway. (Oh Celestia, did I seriously just rhyme?) So effectively I can put whatever I want here, and not worry about a thing. If I could draw, I’d maybe even doodle a little bit for the things that can’t be described. Probably best I can’t otherwise these pages would likely be filled with nothing my marefriend’s flanks. Thinking about it though, I don’t know if we'll be together much longer. Not because of relationship issues but distance. We both met in class together at the university, and hit it off well, but unfortunately though this break had been tough on us. She had to return home to Prance, and has considered attending a university there. It would work out better for her and her family, not having to travel as far but it would be a lie if I said I completely support her staying there. I know it’s selfish, but I’d miss her dearly and be really disappointed to see her leave. It’s still kind of up in the air about if she will return, but with nearly a week before classes start again and no definite answer, I can’t help but get the feeling she might be putting the truth off until it can’t be avoided.

Dear Celestia, I’d miss her. How I ended up with her, I have no idea. I’m not exactly the strongest stallion out there. Actually, I’m a bit on the scrawny side of things and it’s not that I’m not strong, I’m just, well, my frame isn’t very large, and as a result, I’m not. I’m not super confident or charming, and I’m certainly not rich or super good looking either. I’m just, me. She on the other hoof, played sports and is beautiful with her long sleek legs. She’s funny, and has a gorgeous yellow mane and alabaster coat that bring out the warm glow of her light brown eyes. The difference between the two of us can even be found in our names. Red Sentry and Fleur D’été. How’s that, huh?

On the topic of names, how does that work? I’ve noticed from a young age, that everypony’s name matches up with who they are or what they do. I wonder sometimes if there isn’t some kind of ancient magic with names. Mine for instance; I understand that I get Red from my red mane. (Thanks for being so imaginative mom and dad.) Sentry however, troubles me. I wasn’t born with my wrench emblazoned shield of a cutie mark as a foal, and it wasn’t like somepony looked into my future and saw that I’d choose to join the Royal Guard. So how did my parents choose Sentry? I’m a pegasus for Luna’s sake! I didn’t get a typical Pegasus name. Sentry doesn't imply anything to do with speed, or the sky. In fact just the opposite, sentries at the castle don’t do any racing or dashing anywhere. Instead, they stand. In place. A lot. It just doesn’t make sense. However, if there is some kind of magic behind the name that influences a ponies decisions and character, that would make more sense. Either that or just being called something makes you want to act more like that which you were just called. I think the magic idea is cooler because if it’s true, I’m naming my foal “Awesome” or something like that.

I’m actually a little scared to return to university. The Royal Guard, kind of has me on educational leave. They needed engineers and my special talents (aren’t I special) are fixing things and defending stuff. Consequently, here I am, and frankly, the classes scare me. Physics, chemistry, all kinds of different levels of math; it’s honestly a bit overwhelming. So far I’m doing decent enough but it keeps getting harder and more complicated, but as long as I don’t fail, I guess I’m doing well enough. Anyway, I think this is enough for a first entry and I feel a bit better now that all this is out. Maybe I’ll come back and write another.

-RS

Well, I didn’t think I’d be back this soon. I finally got a letter from Fleur D’été today. Now I wish I hadn’t. Turns out she’s decided to stay over there. Said she’s sorry and wishes it could have worked out differently, but that doesn’t exactly change anything. The fact remains that she’s staying there. Also as clichéd as it may be, it’s kind of comforting that it rained today. I think I’m going to go lie down and wallow for a little bit, but after that, I’m going to move on. After all, the sun has to come out sometime.

-RS