My second try are writing so any advice is appreciated. Timeline is before hearths warming eve when the three tribes were divided. Up until the season one opening (probably, nothing is set in stone yet). The inspiration behind this story is a question I asked myself one sleepless night: Why is it so many of us can relate to Princess Luna? This story was my answer.

My name is Luna, and I am writing this so I never forget.

For anypony reading this, if this is not just a string of random letters to you, and you actually understand this then congratulations you are reading English. The language a group of sentient beings called humans use. You might be wondering how I know this. The answer is simple.

This is not my first life. In my previous life I was a proud member of the human race.

I do not mourn the life I lost, but I shall not forget it. For, there is no reason why two species should make the same mistakes (or maybe there is a point, after all I can not see the future).

I am ranting aren't I? Well to sum it up nice and neat I am writing this diary to organize my thoughts, and to help me make difficult decisions.

By all means read along if you'd like, I don't mind. After all, I know you can't stop me.