Journal Page #1:
Do you know what it’s like to wake up some where you don’t know? I do and its scary, horrifying even. Even worse, to wake up in a literal hellscape consisting of desert plateaus, nothing for miles around you. Well not nothing, just no civilization to be seen, or water for that matter, most likely I’ll die in three days due to dehydration. But what I did see was a graveyard, of keyblades to be exact, at first, I thought they were normal swords Until I got a closer look. Thanks to the realization to where I was, breaking down was my only option. Just the shock of realising that I was alone on this world, with the only company being the howling wind and maybe a suit of possessed armour, it made me cry, sob and just bawl my eyes out knowing that I would most likely never see my family again due to something beyond my control. Truthfully, I cried myself to sleep on my very first day, falling into slumber on a rocky, dust ball of earth, surrounded by worn keys and broken dreams.
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Journal Page #2:
I awoke on the second day depressed, angry, hungry and thirsty, a shit awakening if I say. I raged for hours at the unfairness of being stranded on a deserted world, yelling and cursing at the sky for no reason. Deciding to have a look around at my grave before my body would give out, I walked. Walked for hours or minutes, I could never tell, it became blurred to me. But the only thing I do remember was meeting my new mentor, I could never forget that lovable goofball. The actual meeting was goofy, this is how I met the Master of Masters. Walking in a deserted world was depressing to say the least, nothing but the howling wind to accompany you while contemplating on my rotten luck. Running into the back of a stranger in the middle of no-where, priceless. falling over in shock at the first person that I’ve seen in a death world was startling to say the least. The man was tall, my height reaching only up to his chin at most, whirled around in surprised, looked right, then left, up and then finally down. I’ll never forget his first words to me, he puffed himself up, placed his hands on his hips and spoke.
“Heya kiddo, I’m the Master of Masters, but you can call me mom.”
He looked so proud to have said that, not that I could see his face in the shadow of his dark hood.
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Journal Page #10:
It’s been ten days since I escaped that dead world, as well as received a new journal (to record my knowledge for the younger generation mom says), thanks to mom (no seriously he tells me to call him mom, who is this weird person), apparently, he’s decided to take me on as a keyblade apprentice, keyblades are magical weapons that can do just about anything (like travel to different worlds so to speak). Don’t get the wrong Idea though, I’m not over the sadness of missing my family, but mom would interrupt my brooding over the subject. He took me to the side on the second day in daybreak town, apparently, his headquarters and told me that even though I’ve lost my original family, maybe forever (“maybe” he said), that I had a new family. In his own words, he went on to describe my new disciple siblings, there were five other apprentices now including me. Three boys and two girls.
Ira: he was the strong and silent type, generous to, as he gave each of his sibling’s a person to lean on in trying times, a man of few words, the leader of the others mom said. He had white hair and wore a unicorn mask, covered himself in white with blue and gold accented coloured robes. When we first met, he was surprisingly cordial. Happy that he no longer had to suffer under moms harsh training I think.
Aced: being brash and hot headed was in his nature, but you would never find a more stalwart or loyal companion in anyone else. He loved fiercely and hard like a momma bear, funny that the bear was his animal mask. He had brown hair hidden under that hood of his and he was tall, taller than Ira, who was high up there himself. His robe consisted of earthy tones, brownish cream with dark yellow and browns to make up the accents. Originally, he was suspicious of me for the first few days, said I could be a shape shifter who was hiding to attack them when they let their guard down (he was apparently paranoid), but calmed down over time, we’re good friends now.
Gula: A cool-headed character, practically the opposite of Aced in shape, size and personality not much to say about him, he keeps his secrets locked away in his skull, but he never speaks in lies and is brutally honest. His animal motif mask was a leopard and Don’t let his blond hair colour fool you, he was one smart cookie so to speak. The colour for his robes were fading yellow, with hints of blue and browns. We don’t talk much, but Ira says not to worry about it because Gula only really talked about whatever situation or topic he was currently in, never one for idle conversation.
Invi: She was a silent and stern woman, a scholar in magic, one who didn’t baby someone for their problems but tried to get them to face them headlong, she’s strict, often silent as well but not cold to other people, she cares about us even though it doesn’t seem like it. Her mask was a modelled after a snake, she had blue coloured hair and wore shades of blue with hints of gold and silver. She likes to teach me the basics of magic that I can use now thanks to my new keyblade.
Ava: First, she’s younger then me and that’s saying something, but she was the kindest of us all, never one to raise a voice at others, never taking sides so as not to get into silly arguments, all the disciples loved her, Cunning as a fox though, which incidental was her animal mask. She had pink hair and her robes consisted of pinks with gold and silver accents. We would often hang out after my training with mom.
And finally, we come to me, apparently, all the new apprentices to the Master of Masters get a new name and I'm no different, my new name is Luxu.
Luxu: Second youngest of the apprentices, I like to tell jokes and lighten up the atmosphere, hearing people laugh is one of the things that help me to concentrate from that feeling of loss for my old family. Funnily enough, I haven’t been given an animal motif, probably because I haven’t received my Mark of Mastery yet, still in training wheels so to speak. I have brown hair and wear a black coat, exactly like mom does. The master has also started to up my training in magic, apparently, I’m going to be transferred to a new part of the world to learn magic from ponies of all things (unicorns to be exact). I wonder what I’ll learn?
Luxu: Keyblade Apprentice
In Ponyville
“Twilight, hey Twilight.” The poking was getting annoying. So, annoying in fact that Twilight Sparkle princess of friendship and magical rainbow nukes, decided that she should punish spike in some way, because she was trying to sleep dammit.
“what is it spike, I’m trying to sleep here.” That’s what she meant to say, but thanks to being tired, it came out like this.
“*mumble* *mumble* kill you… spike *mumble*.” Twilight was not a morning pony, not at all, which is weird when you consider her crush on Celestia, who is definitely a morning princess pony.
“Don’t be like that Twilight, I got a letter from the Princesses that you need to bring the elements to canter… where did she disappear off too.” Apparently if Celestia wants Twilight to visit, she’d be there within ten seconds flat if she could.
“Hurry up Spike! I’m downstairs!” Spike could only sigh at his pseudo mother slash sister figure before making his way downstairs.
In Canterlot
“Are sure this is the right thing to do Tia?” asked the dark blue alicorn.
“Yes, Father gave Star swirl and we the permission to use his journal to teach the new light bearers about the responsibilities and power that each one is now afforded.” Replied the older sister, Sighing, she sat down and began to contemplate what had happened in the past.
Celestia was usually happy, but the dark tides that she felt coming were pressing down on her. One thousand years of peace, sure there were wars after she had banished her sister, but they had quickly been curtailed and stopped, pathing the way for a thousand-year peace. Now they could barely regain a year before an attack of some kind would destroy the foundation of rebuilding trust and stability.
First nightmare moon had returned, threatening to make the night last forever. Luckily her student Twilight had managed to return her sister to her. Next was the draconequus Discord and even though he was reformed, they could never go back to the way things were, too many broken promises and hearts.
Third was Chrysalis, there were not many things Celestia hated, but she loathed that bug queen, mainly for what she did to Cadance on what should have been her happiest day of her life. Behind closed doors, Cadance still needed reassurance that she wasn’t a failure by not being able to stop the changelings plan.
Not only that, but the queen had defeated herself in combat, by using the accumulated love from shining armour. The sad thing was, Celestia was only using one percent of her power, anymore and Canterlot would be nothing but a memory and how many lives would be lost because of it.
The sister never even thought about touching the issue that was Sombra, call them cowards, but just the agony of seeing a trusted friend being turned into a creature of darkness to save their lives. He was only a shadow of the pony he was before.
Lastly was Tirek, the main danger from him was the ability to steal their magic. It was just too risky to even face him in combat, if he had drained their power, what would happen to all her citizens with no one to raise or lower the sun and moon. No, she had done the right thing and it had paid off.
But even those enemies who had appeared, not even they could compare to the monsters her father fought, why she could still remember Grogar… *shivers* just the thought of that monster returning made her shiver uncontrollably.
Luna, seeing her sister start to break down from whatever she was thinking of, wrapped her sister in hug and held her tight, nuzzling her neck to reassure that everything was going to be okay. Celestia shed a single tear, she had never received a hug from someone in years, given many yes but she had never received in ages.
“dear sister, it’s all right, whatever scares you, we’ll face it together. As sisters and princesses as we should have at the beginning.” Whispered Luna into her elder sister’s ear. Finally calming down did Celestia nuzzle her sister back in thanks before noticing something in the corner of her eye. Turning around, she noticed the lone dandelion drifting in the wind. Smiling happily, she turned back to Luna and said.
“It seems, even now, Father watches over us from wherever he is.”
Author's Note
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