"Where are they, tell me where they are!" Celestia stomped around in her throne room. The Elements have been missing for 4 weeks now, no word from them, no letters from Twilight, nothing.

I sent 4 guards to go look for them at the four corners of Equestria 3 days ago, still, nothing. I paced around the room, feeling the soft carpet beneath my hoofs.

"What could have happened to them?" I looked up at the ceiling, like something was there.

The cold didn't hurt me, in fact, it pushed me on, encouraging me to learn. Building a fire, creating shelter, hunting and gathering.

I haven't seen anypony for the month I've been up here. I guess either the bravery of hikers these days have diminished greatly, or the 50 warning signs not to come up here stopping them. Who knows.

My plan for eliminating Celestia and Luna, possible Cadence and Shining Armour, was fool-proof. I just needed to wait for either on of the regal sisters to come out of their little castle. When they do, I have a perfect long-bow shot at them. The mountain I'm hiding in is like only 200 feet from Canterlot. Easy bow shot.

I would normally go down for food, water, and other necessities, and how I got the bits? Murdering. I killed ponies for their money, but wouldn't hide in their homes, for fear that their friends might get worried, and check up on them.

Dear Journal,

I don't know when the regal sisters would come out, and I don't even know if they ever will before I die. I still wonder how I killed that Twilight Sparkle, she is a god, after all. I guess gods could be murdered.

But Twilight was more of a lower level god. Celestia is pretty much an original, or something like that. I don't know whether murder would be possible or not, but it'll be worth a try.

Cutting to the point, I don't know how much longer I can cope with living 1500 feet up on a mountain that's usually 10 below 0, in summer, on a hot day. I also think I'm losing my mind. Recently, I've had thoughts of suicide, and thoughts of, "Why am I living this kind of life?" But, who cares. I chose my own path, and that's the path I'll pursue for the rest of my life.

-Entry 192- June 7th, 2013

I set the journal down carefully in the little hole I dug. It was pretty much insulated because I patented it with leather and wool. My stomach grumbled, notifying me on my lack of nutrition intake.

"Time to head to Canterlot again," I grabbed the sack of bits that I still had from my last killing, and flew down the mountain to the entrance of Canterlot. There were more guards these days, and security was getting tighter and tighter. Probably because of my recent murders of 4 most likely innocent ponies.

I was about to trot into the Canterlot Plaza for some food, when the guards stopped me.

"Name?"
"Yarnvek," I said. I came up with a new name for myself, trying to conceal my identity. I've made quit a lot of friends in the town, two of them I killed, but still. I've become quite the popular pony, but aren't all Canterlot ponies popular?

"Ahh Yarnvek. Good to see you again, come right on through," The guards let me pass. I knew the fake identity was a good idea.

I liked to hit the pizza joint, as it served over 50 types of pizza, but I was a little short on bits for something that expensive, so I trotted over to StarBuck's.

I was sipping my latte, eating my sandwich, when some fight broke out in the center of the plaza. Two stallions, one with bright red and electric blue mane, a dark grey coat, and some strange tombstone cutie mark, that seemed to be wearing headphones, and the other; dark grey and bright red mane, light grey coat, and a microphone with headphones around it?

Strange. The dark grey coat one was on top of the other one, beating him with punch after punch. Then the microphone-headphone pony bucked the other, about 4 feet. Pretty strong, not stronger than me. I took a bite of my sandwich, then chugged some latte. This was really amusing.

A large shadow passed over the fight. The whole crowd gathered around stopped watching, and looked up. I stuck my head to the window, and tried to get a better look, too. My eyes widened, I took a spit take, jaw dropped.

Celestia.

This was the perfect chance. I grabbed the bow out of the sack I carried my bits in, (yes, it is a big sack. More like a hiking backpack,) and galloped outside.

"What is the meaning of this!" Celestia roared at the two fighting ponies, who reluctantly stopped, and snapped to attention.

Once again, the world froze, time slowed, and everything seemed still. I took aim with my bow, nopony seemed to notice yet, (strange, since there was a couple hundred of them), pulled the string back.

"Now or never," I breathed. Letting go, I galloped away, put the bow back into my sack, and watched from a near corner as the arrow twirled through the air, making its mark. It plunged to its feathers in Celestia's neck. I could hear the crowd gasp, and I waited, waited for her to either turn around, or fall over.

Nothing happened for the next couple of minutes. Celestia just stood there, with a bow lodged in her neck, and everypony else just watched.

Until...

Author's Note

StarBucks, get it?