The End

The tour was pretty cool to say the least. I got to see the crown jewels, the scepter used to knight ponies worthy of such an honor. The coolest part had to be seeing Celestia's  and Luna's dresses from the Inaugural Ball from over 1400 years ago. They were so beautiful: Celestia's dress was shimmering white with pastel blues, pinks, and greens woven into it ever so suddenly. It was like looking at the most beautiful sunrise ever created. Luna's dress was equally as beautiful: It was a deep blue, almost the same color of the night sky. On it was beaded the most intricate star patterns. They modeled the clear night sky perfectly, but there was more to it, across the waist, one could barely make out a ripping band of white. It was the milky way, sewn perfectly into the dress. No single dress was as beautiful as even a fraction of one of those.dresses.

I remember being distracted from the glorious garments of the goddesses by a whining filly. I turned and saw a family beside me. The father: a white earth pony with bushy brown eyebrows. an even bushier mustache, and a garish flower print shirt was taking pictures of the exhibits. While the mother: A light pink unicorn with her deep purple mane in a bun was trying to calm down a crying filly. The filly was white, like her father, with a deep purple mane and a horn like her mother. Her mane looked expertly styled, it seemed to give the filly a very dignified look about her, even though she was crying.

"Rarity." The mother hissed at her daughter quietly. "This is no way to behave in public." The little white unicorn couldn't have been more than a year old, she sat on the ground, quite frankly, she looked bored. Museums were no place for fussing foals. I hate seeing crying foals, it's just sad for one, and it's annoying. So, I trotted over.

"Hey there.." The little one looked up at me with bright blue eyes. They looked like sapphires sparkling in the light. "Don't be sad, it'll be alright..." I looked up and saw the mother and the father talking about some of the exhibits and how valuable they were. "Look at the pretty dresses!" I pointed my hoof towards the royal dresses. The moment the little unicorn's eyes connected with the gowns, she smiled happily and started reaching for them.

I backed away as the mother turned around and saw her daughter. "Does Rarity want to go see the pretty dresses?" The filly nodded and the mother picked her up and carried her over there. I was happy, just like the filly. Hopefully she liked the dresses.

My job was done, there. So I exited the Eastern side of the palace and down the stairs. Canterlot was shining in the midday sun, but that's not all that was shining. Down Canterlot's main street I could see a very familiar pegasus being flanked by guards on either side...it was my father.

Out of instinct, i dove behind a potted plant. I had completely forgotten he was looking for me when Vinyl told me to go! I peeked through some of the leaves and saw they were still coming my way. I was for sure they were going to find me...but, they strolled on past,up the stairs and into the palace.

It was then that I realized my yellow coat was drenched in sweat, and my once bed-head mane now clung to my face. I didn't realize how nervous i had been...but I did realize that I needed to get back to the tower, and quick. So, I did what I was good at, the one thing that kept coming up in my life. I ran. Ponies in the streets looked at me, the sweaty, dirty, filly with disgust..but I didn't care. I just ran, weaving my way in and out of crowds.

When I finally got back to the tower, the door wasn't boarded up anymore. "Oh no.." I said as I rushed up the stairs and into the top room. Vinyl's stuff was gone, but my saddlebag was left in the far dark corner. I could barely make it out in the shadows, but it was there. I leaped over to it and quickly opened it: The loaf of bread from earlier was in there, along with my journal...at least that was still there.

I only wished I knew where Vinyl went...or Octavia. Sure, Octavia wasn't nice, and Vinyl could be a little...strange, but they were ponies to talk to. They were company.

I said nothing and did nothing for the rest of the day, except eat a little bit off the bread. There wasn't much i could do..

The Year of our Princess 1536 AD, the 30th Day of Spring

I spent the past 5 days doing things around the tower: Usually at night. I went out and found a suitable lock and key for the tower room, I'm not too proud of how I got it...but it's for my safety. The other night I went to one of the fountains and bathed, that's usually not allowed by guards, but I made sure none were around. It feels good to be clean again, even if it meant the perpetual spikiness of my mane returned.

Even within the past 5 days, Octavia or Vinyl hadn't shown up. I guess it makes sense that Octavia wouldn't come back, but this was Vinyl's home. Perhaps Octavia had found her a new home like she promised, or maybe Vinyl went home. Either way, I wanted one of them back here to talk to, and to help.

I finished the loaf of bread 2 days ago, and the hunger was setting in. It was hard to acquire food. I couldn't steal any during the day because there were always too many ponies around, and during the night the vendors took their stalls home. I just want to eat...I'm starting to feel my ribs, and my coat is losing its sheen. Things aren't looking up.

But, earlier today I thought I might try to go steal some food. It didn't end well. The vendor caught me and reported me to the guards, who in turn threatened to throw me into Guantanamare Bay if I stole again.

I even resorted to prayer last night, and I hate prayer. I didn't want to bug the goddesses with my petty problems, but I did anyways. I looked up to the night sky and spoke quietly. "Dear Luna, Protector of Children, Regent of the Night, look over me as I sleep and protect me. I'm sorry to bother you, but I request your assistance. I ran away from home, and now I am out of food and out of luck. Dear Luna, Smile upon me and deliver me from this. I pray for my continue existence and health. Amen" The stars seemed to twinkle a little brighter in response. it amy have just been a trick of the light, but deep down, I trusted that I was in good hooves.