Chapters Prologue: Memories, Old and New
Author's Note
(EDIT: After much consideration, I decided to change this chapter. Instead of Azure being dead, he'll be alive but comatose. As such, once my initial planned arc is done, a 'second season' will be worked on. There'll be more to come.)
Prologue: Memories, Old and New
Celestia opened the door. The room was beset by a few clusters of cobwebs and dust. She knew it had been weeks since she set hoof inside. Everything was as it was since her son last dwelled there. After he was rendered comatose, she made an order for the room not to be disturbed in any manner until he woke up. Since then, she couldn’t bring herself to tidy it up. Just the thought alone made her immortal heart ache. The only light that illuminated the room was the moon hoisted by her sister, Luna.
Trotting around, Celestia felt as if she was taking a giant leap into the past. She remembered the times where she would tuck her son in tight to go to bed and where she comforted him when he was sick. Above all, she would never forget his bright smile. Sighing, she wandered around, planning how she’ll tidy it all up the next day. As she did, she felt an aura creeping up on her, a familiar one.
*Sigh* “No matter how many times you try, you’ll never be able to catch me off guard, dear sister.” Spoke Celestia as the lunar princess emerged from the shadows with a neutral look drawn on her face, laced with concern.
“Wasn’t trying to.” Luna responded. “I’ve stopped that ages ago.” The look on her sister’s face became readily obvious to her. She becomes concerned but is already aware of the cause of her distress. “Tia, I won’t pretend to know how you feel.”
“I know you mean well. Your emotional support is more than enough.” Celestia then turned to Luna and wrapped her forehooves around her sister. Her heart beat faster than ever. She was at peace for the most part. But, some wounds still remain, those of the heart. “I know you still feel sorrow for your nephew as well”
*Sigh* “Yes. Though I wasn’t around for most of his life, he warmed up to me when we first met. The amount of pride that colt has, commendable. What have you come here for?”
“Though this room hasn’t been touched in months, I wanted to clean it a bit but never got to.”
“Will you be moving things around?”
“I think it’s best to leave things here as is. Just some dusting, sweeping and mopping will do.”
“So, you want to declare this room as a shrine?”
“Yes, until he awakes.” Azure Glide was somepony Celestia held dear, alongside Luna and Twilight Sparkle. Because of him, she was able to experience the joys of motherhood. Nearly losing him was among the many heartbreaks she had to endure in her immortal life. Still, the fact that he'll live made her feel a shred of hope. Still, with her sister, she had to remain strong for her people.
Trotting around, Celestia and Luna sought out areas that needed tidying. Apart from some ambient dust, nothing major needed to be done. Soon, their gaze turned to his bed. It was the only thing that was considered to be a mess in her eyes. As Celestia mused over the bed’s disheveled state, Luna looked over the neighboring nightstand. Save for a picture of him in uniform and his mother, the only thing of note was what looked to be a book. Picking it up, Luna saw that it bore Azure’s name.
“Tia,” Said Luna, drawing her sister’s attention. “what might this be?” Being handed the book, Celestia took a few good glances at it. Flipping through each page, it became clear to her what it was. She remembered giving it to him on his eighteenth birthday.
“My goodness, it’s his diary!” She gasped. “From the looks of it, he’s written in it quite a bit.” With each flipping of the page, it became clear to Celestia that despite Azure always spilling his thoughts to her, what he always shared was but a fraction of his true thoughts. Bit by bit, each page continued to surprise her. There was quite a bit he kept from her.
“What will you do with it?” Tia asked. Celestia wanted to leave things as is, all in their place as they’re found. But, the overwhelming curiosity concerning her son was stronger. Eventually beating it out, she decided to keep it for the time being. There was much she wanted to learn about her son’s inner thoughts that weren’t known to her.
“I’ll keep it for now.” She replied. “I’ll start cleaning tomorrow. Let not one of the royal staff aid me. That job is mine and mine alone.”
“As you wish, sister.” Luna nodded as she prepared to leave, "Would you like me to check on Celaeno and see how she's doing?"
"If you wish, sister." Celestia weakly smiled, "But, I think it won't be necessary. I know she and my grandfoal-to-be will be in good hooves."
They then went their separate ways as Celestia retired to her room for slumber. With her son’s diary in her possession, she was free to read it as she pleased. Though she felt a tinge of guilt, it was negligible to her. Laying in her cozy bed, she began reading page after page, passage after passage. Each and every time, making her crook an eyebrow. There was much to learn.
Author's Note
ESY = Equestrian Standard Year, started with planting the seeds of the Tree of Harmony
Entry 1
Monday, September 1, 1009 ESY
This would be my first time writing in this journal of mine. At first, I didn’t even know what to put in. Though, as far as today is concerned, a lot has happened. What I can describe my feelings as is a mix of surprise and excitement.
So, here I am in the Royal Guard Academy in Northern Canterlot. A week ago on my birthday, my mother surprised me with arrangements for me to join as I always wanted. It’s hard to believe that my aspirations while in the orphanage led me to this: being the adoptive son of the princess and fulfilling my dreams. Though on the day that I left, I could tell that she was sad to see me go. But, I know that over the next five years I will make her proud. Sometimes, she can be a bit of a worrywart.
After I got settled in my bunk, we all gathered in the courtyard to meet the stallion who would be the toughest pony I ever know. Career Sgt. Steelhoof, If there were ever a more boisterous personality than the legendary Flash Magnus, it’d be him. Some of my fellow recruits call him “Ol’ Piss and Vinegar”. While full of energy, he’s as focused and sharp witted as some of our finest of blades. If he even catches you in even the slightest of mistakes, he’ll get up in your face, give you an earful and make you pay, either with push ups or many laps around the central building. Today, he caught one of the recruits snickering in formation. Damned nearly scared the piss out of him. To him, we’re either ‘maggots’ or ‘apes’ and our asses were his for the next half a decade.
After introductions, I got acquainted with some of my fellow bunk mates. Aqua Breeze from Cloudsdale, Redwell Rhubarb from Manehattan, Buckwheat Stone from Vanhoover, we all got along well. We all have our different reasons for being here. But, the camaraderie we’ll build is what’ll make us brothers. From what I’ve went through over the past two hours, it’s what I’ll need to help me through this. It will only get harder from here on in. The thing is… I never expected it to be easy at all. Nothing great was easy to obtain, especially without major effort.
Author's Note
Entries 2-4
Saturday, September 6, 1009 ESY
Mother of my… mother, my hooves are aching like mad. We just did this long hike through the neighboring woods and it was brutal. Never were we offered any sort of break. From what Ol’ Piss and Vinegar himself said, “I will run you apes ragged to see what you’re made of or make you run home to mommy!” Though the weather was mild for early fall, that didn’t help much. At the end, I just felt like I was way past spent. I’m certainly starting to see why the RG were built to be tougher than nails.
One of the senior recruits, Burgundy Meadow I think his name was, he got into a shouting match with Steelhoof. I don’t know what exactly was said but from what I’ve heard, the argument soon devolved into blows. I saw him being restrained by the MPs and carted off. Last I’ve heard, he was kicked out earlier tonight. Talk about a real bad attitude problem.
Well, tomorrow is combat training. From what was hinted, I could be going up against one of my bunkmates. If it turns out to be Redwell, he’s going to have to explain a potential black eye to his marefriend. He goes on and on about her; Talk about a romantic, proposing to her after graduating and what not. But hey, if all goes well, we’ll be his best stallions at the altar with him. We’re all brothers here.
Sunday, September 7, 1009 ESY
So, today started our combat training regimen. After our daily dose of PT and some chow, we all assembled at a place called “The Ring”. It was an area filled with various dummies and targets with a small octagonal arena in the center. For most of the time, we trained on the dummies with real spears, ACTUAL WEAPONS. Like a manticore on the prowl, Steelhoof came by to ensure our form and technique were to his standards. Anything less is met with a smack from his baton. Sometimes, he can be a total hardass.
When it came time to practice against each other, we were all pared against our fellow barracks mates. I thought I was going to fight Redwell but it wound up being Buckwheat instead. Like any earth pony, he’s as tough as they come. But… he was no slouch either. He came at me so quickly that I barely had time to react and get into defensive posture. For a while, I was on the defense before I knew what to do. As he was about to tire out, I struck him in the face, knocking him flat on his flank. I won and he walked it off with a chipped tooth to show. In the end, he was a good sport and we’ve even had a laugh about it.
Well, tomorrow in military history, I’ll be learning about the tactics of Commander Hurricane. Looking forward to that.
Thursday, September 11, 1009 ESY
As far as things were concerned, nothing of note happened today. It was all just the standard PT and weapons training regimen. But, I’ve been having this dream of what happened in the past.
Before I got sent off to here, I’ve been asking my mom about wanting to participate in the royal court the same way she does, wanting to see what it was like for myself. Each and every time, it was always met with a firm “no”. She never explained why and every time it made me angry. Even I yelled at her one time for it. Though we eventually made up for it, I would feel the guilt of it again a year before I turned eighteen.
I remembered I was trotting around, seeing to my subjects and greeting them. As I entered the western courtyard, I came across Chancellor Darius, one of my moms top advisers. Whenever I saw them talk, they looked to be friendly with each other. However, I didn’t know exactly why but I felt I couldn’t trust him.
The second he saw me, he approached me with his usual demeanor but different. We exchanged a few pleasantries before he asked why a prince like me hasn’t enjoyed the privileges of participating in the court. Telling him why, he made a few rather… rude remarks about my heritage. He called me things such as a “nopony”, “dirt-blooded” and “a peasant”. In that moment, I felt hurt and angered by his remarks. It really dealt a blow to my heart. It was then he tried to coerce me into helping him with a coup, hoping to use my supposed anger towards Celestia as persuasion. However, deep down, I always knew that she loved me very much and nothing was going to change that, even the words of a devious snake.
Declining his offer, he attempted to get physical with me along with another swath of insults. The only reason neither of us got even a scratch was the intervention of Abacus, another chancellor. Though strict and a bit cold at times, she was the wisest of the court members. After telling Darius to back off, she made sure I was fine. Darius was arrested after Abacus informed my mother of what happened. Last I’ve heard, he was sent to Tartarus for his crimes. Looking back on it now, I could see that there was wisdom to my mother’s madness. A chancellor tried to use me to usurp the throne for his own aims. Thinking more about it, he probably would’ve cast me aside the moment he got what he wanted. She was right. She was trying to protect me from that danger…
...and she succeeded.
Thank you, mom.
Author's Note
Entries 5-6
Wednesday, December 24, 1009 ESY
Well, It’s been a week since the academy gave us the go ahead to visit with our families for the Hearth’s Warming season. I swear, my mom nearly tackled me with a hug when I first returned to the palace. Never have I ever seen her that glad to see me. I swear, that smile of hers is almost as bright as the sun she raises. But for me, the break did hit an emotional bump, so to say.
It was about three days ago that I got the letter. Ms. Meadow, the mare that ran the orphanage I stayed at for most my life, had died. From what was said in the letter, she passed peacefully in her sleep. As a result, her daughter Posey Shy has taken her mother’s place as the caretaker. I always remembered her as a sweet mare, even if she bites off more than she could chew. It was helping her that kept my spirits up all those years. Next year will be her funeral. Just the thought of it has me choking up. I will miss her, ever so dearly
In light of that, it’s got me thinking. I rarely, if ever touch the bits in my bank. I might as well put them to good use and buy toys for the foals there. Even if they have no parents this holiday, that shouldn’t be an excuse for them to not have a good Hearth’s Warming. I’m also making arrangements with the royal chefs to have a nice feast for the orphanage as well. With what little I have left in my stash will go to comp them for the trouble. They’ll be delivering the food by afternoon tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 6, 1010 ESY
Well, back to the old grind. Since our return yesterday and still being in the thick of winter, Steelhoof saw it fit for us to learn about basic survival skills in a freezing environment. For a whole day, the officers would give us lectures about what do in the way of making shelter, find food, ect. We had to pay close attention because they hammered the point that the knowledge would determine whether or not we’ll perish in a hostile environment. Today, that was going to be put to the test.
So, we were separated into groups of four. Luckily for us, me and my friends got grouped together. Through this, we dubbed ourselves “Team Ursa”. Though I thought it was a bit silly, it is what it was. We went deep into the woods that was our usual hiking grounds. All ten teams were dropped off at random points and we had only one goal: Survive until the next morning. Only when that time has passed will the officers come fetch us. The four of us were on our own and we had to rely on each other and our wits to stay alive.
The first thing we did was set up shelter. Fortunately for us, we’ve found a cave that would work well. I went in first checking for anything like an ursa major. Once I gave the all clear, Me and Redwell set up our stuff while Buckwheat and Aqua went off to fetch food. Gathering around a fire, Me and Redwell spent the whole time shooting the breeze. During which, he mentioned his marefriend, who he married over break, revealed she was pregnant. I could see the nervousness and excitement in his shivering. Becoming father was going to be a big milestone for him. I wonder if the officers would allow him to visit his wife when the time comes. If not, I’ll have to get my mother to let him, even though I might get chewed out for it. I couldn’t care less in that case.
Buckwheat and Aqua soon returned with a fair bit of food they foraged. For the next several hours, we took turns catching sleep and staying guard. When it came my turn, I stood out with my makeshift spear, keeping vigilant and listening to the slightest shift in the ambient sound. I heard the snapping of twigs. Venturing outside, I looked around and there I saw it. It was a wolf, fur as the snow on the ground and eyes like fire. It growled with malicious intent, licking its lips with hunger. Shifting my ears, I made sure no others were with it. As it began to pounce, I quickly dove back, closing my eyes as I held my spear high. With a sharp yelp, the beast was dead, slumped on top of me, and my comrades were safe. Later on, they woke up and they were rather impressed. For me, I just did what I had to do.
When it came time for my rest, I laid upon my bedding. Closing my eyes, I expected a nice and pleasant dream. However, I had a rather weird dream, one which shook me to the bone. I found myself alone in a black void. Soon after, I heard voices as if they appear to be in distress. I ran around trying to find where they were coming from but to no avail. Soon enough, they were all silenced… with screams. I tried looking around and eventually found two ponies. They appeared to be dead and bloodied. As I tried to get a closer look, I was awakened by one of the officers that came to fetch us. Didn’t realize how time flew fast but we’re being taken back to base camp. Still, I think there was more to that dream and it really disturbs me. What was it? What does it mean?
Perhaps when I see mother again, she’ll make heads and tails about it.
Author's Note
Sorry about the lack of updates for this fic. With the holidays, school stuff, IRl things and other stuff, I got sidetracked. I do apologize and promise to do regular updates as I can do.
Entries 7-9
Friday, November 14th, 1010
As I write this, my hooves ache and quiver. We did another hike that was longer than what we were used to. Steelhoof decided to increase the intensity of our training regimen in light of the latest changeling incursion in Canterlot. Though the attack was swiftly dealt with from what he told us, it was a bit of a wake-up call for my mother. Knowing that one of Equestria’s long known enemies would dare pull a fast one on us, I couldn’t blame her for increasing the volume of guards in the city. In a sense, we had those bugs to blame for our hooves barking at us like crazy. We were all pissed off and some of us were eager to fight them once they got done with training.
But today, I also made a bit of a slip up. As Steelhoof was delivering another of his curse-laden fiery speeches, a butterfly landed on my neck and started to tickle me. I couldn’t hold back a laugh… and boy did the sarge get pissed. As punishment, I got to do 200 pushups while wearing four sandbags. Yikes, I’ll be feeling the soreness for a good while. All of that was due to some little butterfly giving me a bit of a tickle. I can tell that later on when I look back on this, it’ll be a funny story to relate to my friends with.
Wednesday, November 19th, 1010 ESY
After a month of talking with Splitstream, one of the head instructors at the academy, he understood Redwell’s anxiety over his impending fatherhood. But rather than letting him leave the campgrounds, he made arrangements for his wife to stay in the visitor’s house until it was time, moving there about a week ago. It was a reasonable compromise and we wouldn’t risk Steelhoof barking up our damn necks… for the most part anyway.
As we were cleaning our armor this afternoon in our barracks, one of the nurses barged in all flustered. I knew from his state what he wanted. Sure enough, he told us that Silvian Mist had gone into labor. Upon hearing those words, we dropped our stuff then and there and galloped to the infirmary. Our hearts were beating but I knew Redwell’s was beating even faster. Though I’m not magically gifted like him, I could still read a bit of his emotions through his face. Being a husband and soon, a father, he has every right to worry for the safety of his family.
When we got there, I let Redwell go into Silvian’s room while I sat outside the door. It was his moment and his alone. For what seemed like hours, I caught some much needed winks before he came out with a thinly veiled smile. Following him, I saw Silvian cradling her child, an earth filly with the same crimson coat like her father and cyan mane like her mother. Redwell trotted over to hug them both, a heartwarming sight. But then, Redwell did something I never expected. He made me his foal’s godfather. With that, he deferred to me on the matter of her name. As I watched her sleep soundly, one name came to my mind, one that reminds me of a long gone friend: Meadow Sunshine.
Monday, December 1st, 1010 ESY
I was woken up by that dream again. But this time, I saw more of it as if I was there. The stallion was an earth pony with oddly enough… a darker coat than me while the mare had a cream-colored coat. At a glance, it looked as if they were talking to nopony. Then, that’s when a stallion wearing a cloak as black as night came out and stabbed the mare to the stallion’s shock and horror. Lunging at the attacker, the stallion put up a fight before being knocked back… and slashed in the neck.
After struggling, both of them were dead except the killer. He took one good glance at their bodies before lighting a match. There, an inferno erupted and engulfed the two. It was nearly real as I found myself being suffocated by the smoke and my fur singed by the roaring flames. All I could do was reach out to them in a vain attempt to help. Just as the flames engulfed my vision, my entire being, I shot wide awake. Nopony else noticed. I was the only one awake.
I honestly have no idea what’s going on. The dreams are starting to get more and more vivid every time. There has to be more to them. Could they be visions, past or future? What happened for those two ponies to warrant getting murdered? Why does it feel like I know them somehow? Hopefully, when holiday break rolls around, I’ll talk with mom about this. What in blue blazes is going on?
Author's Note
Entries 10-12
Tuesday, March 6th, 1011 ESY
I gotta hand it to my fellow pegasi for how quickly they handled this year’s Winter Wrap-Up. Those from Cloudsdale have to be working with the focus of Somnambula and the speed of Flash Magnus. As quickly as winter came last year, it left in little under 7 hours; not a single trace was left. Even as we did our standard PT outside, the ambient air was still cool and tolerable. All in all, it was a good day… except for one thing that rubbed me the wrong way.
One of our many politicians, Duke Keppler of Trottingham, came by on his tour after stopping at Canterlot. The only thing I can say about him is that he sure does have a stick up his royal flank. With his son (and my cousin) Blueblood, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree at all. He seems to think low of the RG, calling us ‘tools’, ‘brutes’, and believing that words and intellect were what truly won engagements. I swear that if I had one bit every damned time, I’d be as rich as a dragon. It seems as if though they make a decision to move things forward, it winds up taking us two steps backwards. Because of them cutting the defense budget a bit, last year’s changeling attack on Canterlot happened and they were wondering why the RG were unprepared.
Contrary to what’s been said about us, we DO think. The difference is that we tend to be more proactive in how we approach a situation. I find it funny that some of our leaders would look down on us guards. We’re the ponies that would be there to protect them so they could sit on their flanks and decide Equestria’s fate through quill and parchment. They honestly should show us more respect the next time any of us are escorting them. The next time anything life threatening happens, they’ll be needing us.
Wednesday, April 4th, 1011 ESY
Woah, damn, I’m honestly still in shock about what happened. Today I was given the task of cleaning out the supply depot with Spring Berry, another recruit that joined around the same time as I did. He came from nearby Ponyville from what I’ve heard him mention. He was one of those recruits that took his training a bit more seriously than the rest of us. My guess is that either his father was a guard at one point or someone else in his family was.
As we were sorting out some of the stuff on the top, Spring was using a ladder to reach the higher shelves. Somehow, the ladder became unstable and fell back, sending him crashing to the floor… then the shelves in front of him squashed him. I panicked and brought the MPs while explaining what happened while being short of breath. After some digging, we managed to dig him out but the sight was awful to put it lightly. Some of the stuff that landed on him were heavy enough to cause serious bloody injuries. The medics rushed him to the infirmary but he didn’t make it. From what I’ve heard, he was pronounced “Dead on Arrival”.
When the time came for me to explain my case, I was cleared of any possible suspicion. Somehow, my ‘status’ might’ve influenced their judgement but the MPs with me corroborated my story. To think that an accident could be so dangerous kinda puts a chill down my spine. I know that my mother doesn’t need to worry about death due to her being immortal. But me, I think it’s best to enjoy life while it lasts. If I die, I die. But, I’ll be damned if I go before realizing my dreams.
Sunday, August 26th, 1011 ESY
My goodness, I honestly never expected this to happen. I was returning to the barracks this afternoon and it was pitch dark in there. Once the lights turned on, I felt my hooves froze in place at what I saw. My friends, a few officers, and my mother all stood there holding various things from presents to a cake. I knew very well what it was. Today was my birthday or at least what meadow had figured when she found me on the doorstep of the orphanage. I was bombarded by confetti and noisemakers. Honestly, I was at a loss for words.
From I was told, Celestia had made arrangements with the staff here, making sure to not give me a single hint of what she planned. This was rather odd considering that she’s never done it to me the last couple years I was here. Why now, why do something for me you didn’t before when you had opportunities to? At the end of the day, it was all moot. I enjoyed the little birthday party.
When it came time for cake, I took first dibs of the thing. It was chocolate, just like how me and my mother like it. As I reached for another piece, my friends suddenly grab me from behind and buried my snout in the cake. Next thing I knew, I was being thrown in one of the pools on one of the obstacle courses. Gotta hand it to them, the RG sure knew how to pull a prank well. Laughs were had and much cheering was done. We wanted to make the most of it because tomorrow, it was back to the old grind.
Author's Note
Thus ends the academy story arc. Now, the story will segue to where it'll tell the events of the series or make mention of through Azure's perspective.
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Entries 13-20
Wednesday, October 31st, 1011 ESY
Another year, another Nightmare Night. Even as I grew up in Celestia’s care, this was a holiday I never wanted to miss. Going door to door at night and asking for candy while wearing a costume was always a fun treat. Though I wish I could’ve done it without being flanked by bodyguards. Sometimes, I’d feel that she’s being incredibly overbearing. I know that it’s in her nature to worry about me but there comes a point where she should put more confidence in me in regards to staying safe. But, that’s a complaint for another time.
Though I don’t go out for Nightmare Night anymore, I still hear about the legends about Nightmare Moon and that we had to leave a tribute or she’ll eat us. It always was a somber day for my mother. I never understood why that was the case until the Nightmare Night when I turned fifteen.
My aunt, Princess Luna, ruled Equestria alongside my mother for centuries and was responsible for raising the moon. Eventually, jealousy corrupted her and it led her to become Nightmare Moon. With much regret, she had to use the Elements of Harmony to banish her to the moon. To say that I understood her pain would be invalid as I never had any siblings. But as a guard in training, I understood that she did the right thing as regrettable a decision it was. In trading the freedom of her sister, she ensured the safety of the world. The needs of the many held priority over those of the few. Even to this day, a mention of her sister’s name would give her pause.
Since then, I always looked up towards the moon every night, wondering when she’d return. As nothing lasts forever, it seems to me that her return is inevitable. When she does, I can only hope that we’ll be ready. Already, the prospect of fighting a family member puts a sour taste in my mouth. There’s still good in her; I just know it. But if need be, I won’t back down from doing what must be done.
Monday, December 24th, 1011 ESY
Like many times before, I’ve always found these Hearth’s Warming Eve parties rather boring. To me, it’s nothing than just eat and chat with ponies ranging from the politicians and rich socialites. I mean there’s nothing really interesting going at these parties. I can’t really let loose and risk making a royal ass out of myself in the eyes of everypony there. All I had to do was just keep to myself, nothing else.
As I was preparing to retire to my quarters, I bumped into Chancellor Abacus. This time, however, she was with her husband, Chancellor Neighsay, head of the Equestrian Education Association. We sat down, shared a few drinks and chatted the night away. It was weird because Abacus usually struck me as a mare that always acted professionally and rarely let slip a degree of emotion. After touching base on what I’ve been up to at the academy, Neighsay and I got into a debate of sorts.
As a guard in training, I favored a more proactive approach, seeing it better to act than to wait. For him, the mind was the most important aspect of a pony. Though things got a bit heated as the discussion dragged on, I never sensed an ounce of incivility from him. We both respectfully agreed and disagreed on many talking points before we both came to an understanding about our views, agreeing that a mind is a terrible thing to waste. I guess that might’ve left him the impression that the guard wasn’t as stupid is many of the high-class ponies made us out to be. But from a few passing remarks from him, what’s with him and the other races in this world? That’s one thing I don’t understand about him.
Thursday, February 14th, 1012 ESY
Hearts & Hooves Day, I bet all the lovers will be out and about today. Though I wish I could say the same for Redwell. But he and his wife will be exchanging gifts via mail from what I understand. I know it’s a time of year for the romantic types but I never found myself as a serious lover. With my future line of work, how can I find the time for it? However, I did date a mare one point.
Her name was Marigold Radiance, a unicorn whose parents came from Trottingham. She was one of those nerdy mares one would find around the school. But she was as much a sweetheart as she was bright. One conversation at lunch one time and we’ve developed a friendship that ran deep. Even so, she didn’t take my status as prince into account. At last, I had a friend that treated me as a normal pony. I even took her to the Grand Galloping Gala about a year before graduation but it was a bit of a heartbreaker for me. She had to move with her parents back to Trottingham after graduation. I never saw her again after that. I can only hope she’s happy with somepony else.
I know that some point that Celestia is going to pressure me to find my special somepony and have foals, classic mothering tactic. But knowing where I came from presents another reason why I can’t bring myself to do so. As a guard, if I get killed in the line of duty and something were to happen to said foal’s mother, it would be left orphaned, without parents to nurture it. To leave another foal orphaned like I once was makes me afraid of that prospect, too much for me to bear. But, I just don’t know how I’ll explain this to my mom. Maybe someday…
Monday, April 1st, 1012 ESY
Not only today was pretty wild for me and my brothers in arms, but today was also one that taught me a lesson. With our graduation next year, we’ve decided to do our planned prank on ol’ Steelhoof but earlier than expected. The reason for that is the potential fallout from enacting the plan so close to June of next year. Neither Me, Redwell, Buckwheat, or Aqua wanted a mark on our career so close to the finish line.
Throughout our time here, we’ve paid close attention to the old stallion’s daily routine, excluding him making our ears ring. What we’ve gathered would amount to the size of a short story, too much to say in one sitting. Under the cloak of the night, while the other recruits were snoozing, the four of us went and planted the seeds for Steelhoof’s bad day. It was all carefully planned out and executed. Now, all we had to do was wait to hear him cuss in his thick Appleloosian accent, always a laugh. When we woke up, we’ve heard the fruits of our labor fast approaching.
Drenched head to hoof with water and other messes, Steelhoof barged through the door with a face as red as a dragon with the anger to match. Even then, that’s putting it lightly. He marched through the barracks demanding the name of the pony responsible. Neither of us wanted to rat each other out, even as his temper rose. Under the threat of the most intense PT for 18 hours a day for the entire week, I swallowed my pride and confessed, saving my comrades from punishment. He didn’t say a word other than to get into full gear and march to the top of the nearby Mt. Evergreen. It was going to be an excruciating four-hour march from the academy to there with no water and no breaks.
Throughout the march, Steelhoof made damned sure to make sure I was still going. The closer I got, the more I felt my hooves screaming with pain and my head feeling dizzy. There were times I considered stopping briefly but I wasn’t going to show weakness, not to him. When I got to the top, the words “Outstanding, Private!” was all the notice I needed to let go and blackout. What happened after I woke up was all a haze to me. Although, I may have earned ol’ Piss and Vinegar’s respect. The one thing I’ve learned from this was if anypony is willing to put themselves on the line for the sake of their comrades, it would inspire respect... respect to follow. Still, there was one thought that echoed in the back of my mind…
Worth it.
Thursday, May 5th, 1013 ESY
Throughout this month so far until early next month, the inevitability of graduation loomed on our minds. Four weeks from now, the culmination of our five years here will dawn. I’m excited and so are my friends. Though, Redwell is feeling prouder than us because of him being made our squad leader. He deserves it though. The anticipation can be a bit of a maddening one for sure but the thought achieving of my dreams made it bearable. During my time as an orphan, never did I think this would come true. Now, I can’t my excitement anymore than I have.
So, we started practicing our drill and ceremony for the event. As with all the guards that graduated, we’ll be doing some formation marches before the main event. All of us were taking the preparation quite seriously like we were preparing for war. But still, we’re trained to give 110% to any task we’re charged with and the RG doesn’t breed any slouches either. For some, their families will be watching from the stands. Next month, I’ll be making her proud.
Wednesday, May 11th, 1013 ESY
For now, we got a bit of a breather before graduation day. After nearly half a decade, we were given a reprieve to “allow our minds to relax” as the instructors put it. Still, we found it hard to do so. Every week, day, hour, and minute filled us with untold anxiety until zero hour. But the thought of being able to see our families was what we all looked forward to. For my mother, she would be the one to pass out the medals to symbolize the unity the RG shared, akin to fraternal bond. For now, we play the waiting game, all we could really do in between ceremony rehearsals.
Thursday, June 8th, 1013 ESY
Today was the last day of our rehearsals. But yeesh, the sun was roasting me a bit as we practiced our marches and formations out in the bright sun. When it was all over, we were treated to a rather inspirational speech from Steelhoof. In it, he told us how, like all the other batch of cadets that came before, that he was proud of our devotion and dedication to our training. All of that came to a head with a brief reciting of Equestria’s founding and the establishment of the guards. To hear it all going back that far left us more motivated to walk the same line and carry on the legacy.
I’m having a bit of a hard time going to sleep tonight. Even as I write, I found myself having trouble shutting my eyes. For tomorrow, we’ll be in front of many ponies as they cheer us on when we take that big leap into the service of Equestria. Out there, my mother will be seeing us off when we take that step forward towards our future. Equestria is very lucky to have her as our leader.
But mental note: Remind me to get my mom to make the sun somewhat bearable. As much as I like a sunny day, it makes marching a real drag.
Friday, June 9th, 1013 ESY
Today, we were all unusually quiet. It was the day we’ve been working for five years to reach; The culmination of a long journey. After all this, I’ve achieved my dreams along with those I consider ‘brothers’. With every moment, my heart beat at the pace of a spooked rabbit. I know that many ponies thought it’s odd that a prince would choose a life in the military over one in politics. Like before, past events soured that prospect for me and there was no way I’ll stop embracing my dreams.
Kicking off the ceremony, we did marching in formation, demonstrating the coordination we’ve learned from our training. I could’ve sworn we worked like a hive of bugs in our display, almost as if we were some form of automatons. Though the sun was shining, bright and warm, neither of us flinched. We just had to endure another hour before it was all said and done. As I marched, I saw her, my mother sitting in the stands as well as Redwell’s family. They were both visibly happy for us.
Finally came the moment of truth. We all stood there as Celestia handed out medals to us one by one. Eventually, I was face to face with her, the ruler of Equestria and my mother, wearing that welcoming smile of hers. As she gave me my medal, she whispered something to me that I’m never going to forget for as long as I live:
“I’m proud of you, my son.”
Kissing me on the forehead, I blushed for a bit. Unbeknownst to me, my fellow guards didn’t pay it any mind. It was too damned hard to hold back any tears, just had to let it all out. I’ve made her proud. My dreams had been fulfilled and I’m eagerly awaiting my first assignment next week. Now, I shall take the big leap towards my future with great pride.
Author's Note
Well, I might as well get to the point. There's no excuse as to why I've been neglecting this story but I'll get right to the point. Between IRL stuff, school, new ideas, and general laziness, I found myself losing track of this story. I'm dearly, dearly, dearly sorry for the lack of updates on this story and for those who stuck around, I thank you for your patience.
With all that said... Enjoy. :)
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Monday, June 12th, 1013 ESY
Today marks the first day of my career as part of the royal guard. To say that I was excited would be putting it lightly. Finally, apart from the occasional political engagement, I can devote my life to a great purpose and embrace my dreams. Heh, never thought that I would come a long way from being an orphan to a warrior prince in the span of my life. I was nervous but I knew that my mother is and would always be proud of me. My life for Equestria, its people, the crown, and my mother.
As I would expect, it would be a slow day for us with the typical patrol duties, making sure the streets were safe. But, I had all my friends from boot camp with me. In fact, we were our own squad with Redwell leading us. The others were expecting me to be the leader just because I’m the crown prince but Redwell earned it. I can see this being as something that his daughter, Meadow Sunshine, can look on with great pride.
Even at the end of the day, as I hang up my armor for the night, I would look towards the night sky as I think back on all that happened. For some ponies, happiness seemed like a thing too out of reach for them. I once thought of myself in that position, being unable to break free. Now, as I ponder my good fortune, I pray that those like me would find their own happiness, their own spark of hope.
Wednesday, June 14th, 1013 ESY
Hmmm, well, today turned out to be rather interesting and eventful. The four of us was summoned to settle a dispute between two stallions at a tavern. Apparently, it was over some mare with one stallion getting upset at the other for sleeping with her, who I gathered to be his wife. Both were intoxicated and it didn’t take long before the inevitable brawl erupted. When one of them got physical with me, I knocked him out with the blunt end of my spear. Though we were able to pacify them enough to cart them off, one of them lost a tooth. Not gonna look good on the poor bastard.
After that, and a few forms to fill out, we were called in to escort some retired business stallion around town. He looked to be very old, couldn’t tell how old he was. The only reason why I think he needed us is not only was he wealthy enough to outright hire us for our services, he needed somepony to keep him safe from either enemies or aid him, considering his own failing health. Felt odd that we could be outright hired for just about anything. From what I gathered about him, his name was Harlock. Call me odd, but there was an underlying aura of malice about him. I’m honestly unsure why he would carry himself that way. He seemed polite enough to us for a rich businesspony.
Lastly, because we need to keep public relations in good standing, we did a little event at a school in Ponyville. Being assisted by Cheerilee, we hung out with all the foals that day while entertaining them, talking to them, and answering any questions their young minds had. Though we’re a military and police force, the foals of Equestria need a symbol to look up to, one of strength and hope. Just the looks on their faces reminded me of myself all those years ago. I pray they would all live happy lives.
Thursday, June 22nd, 1013 ESY
Well, chalk up a passing remark from a civilian to get me in a philosophical mood. As I was on break from work and enjoying lunch, my ears caught a few passing remarks from a trio of stallions that think the guard is a privileged class, slamming that we’re the only way to hold office or vote. Really now? I swear I’ve heard that popular misconception ad nauseam that I can recite them word for word. Contrary to what is commonly said, the military isn’t the only route to citizenship.
For starters, when one refers to ‘service to the kingdom’, they leave out a lot of facts. Sure, serving in the guard is one way but there are other ways. Volunteering to do anything in the service of the crown and the nation for a few years will net anypony or creature within our borders citizenship. Also, never do we discriminate against civilians… ever. To be honest, apart from a few tiny differences, everypony isn’t treated differently. With this system, those who want to take up leadership roles must understand to make the welfare of Equestria their personal responsibility. It’s been that way since Equestria’s founding and it’s been effective thus far.
All this talk about the political machinations of my mother’s country has got my head spinning like mad. That and the incident with that asshat Darius turned me off from politics. Yet, I’m the crown prince and I sometimes have to act in an official capacity for the sake of the throne. Above all, I am a royal guard, sworn to defend Equestria and the crown. I’ve chosen this path of my own accord and I dedicate my life to it.
Saturday, July 1st, 1013 ESY
For my squad, our assignment for today came from my mother herself. Today, we were to escort some filly on her birthday around town. To my surprise, she is my mother’s dearest student at her school for gifted unicorns. Heh, chalk it up to my mother being both a ruler and a teacher. If she sees something in her, she must be particularly gifted. Then again, my mother sees potential in those under her wings.
This filly goes by the name of Twilight Sparkle, a lavender unicorn with stripped hair. To say that she was a bookworm would be a grave understatement. Her hunger for and devotion to knowledge was something to behold. Yet, she was very mild mannered. Hell, she’s even the younger sister of our commanding officer, Shining Armor. Looks like her family is somewhat connected with my mother in quite a few ways.
When it came time for her birthday party, the four of us, complete strangers to Twilight’s family, were allowed to join in the celebration. Just seeing Captain Armor interacting with his sister reminded me of what could’ve been. Though I was an orphan, I oft times yearn for a brother or sister so I wouldn’t feel like I’m the only one. But in the end, I don’t think that would be possible. I’ll be happy with what I got and as far as I’m concerned, I’m alright with it.
Friday, July 6th, 1013 ESY
As I write this, I still feel myself shaking like a leaf. It all started when I was out by myself on a break tonight. With all the latest threats of another impending changeling incursion, many of us, including me and my friends had to pull a night shift to keep security tight. With all the increasing threats to the kingdom, paranoia was at an all-time high and I find it hard to blame them. Yet, the changelings weren’t the only threat. Those jealous of Celestia’s occupancy of the throne would make enemies on the homefront.
As I walked through the halls, my ears picked up a shift in the wind. Any trained soldier dedicated to the crown would know that as a sign that something was up. Just as I turned the corner, I didn’t even get to blink before a hooded figure got the drop on me, knocking me to the floor. His face was veiled in a pitch black and I couldn’t make out his identity. The moment I saw something shiny in his hooves was when I knew I was in trouble.
Barely keeping his knife at bay, I had to act quickly or I would find it jammed in my throat. Headbutting him, I quickly deflected his knife and delivered a fatal blow. It didn’t take long for my fellow guards to arrive and assess the situation and found me shaking with blood on my face. Somehow, an assassin managed to slip by our defenses and… if they went for my mother… I hate to fathom what could’ve happened. It was also the first time I had to kill anypony for any reason. I feel all shaken up but I have to stay strong for everypony… for Equestria.
But yeesh, that assassin was woefully undisciplined.
Wednesday, July 18th, 1013 ESY
I have to say that this new place up in Ponyville, Sugarcube Corner was it, is starting to become my new favorite place. Tasty pastries, drinks, and very personable staff, I can see that place becoming popular in short order. Mr. and Mrs. Cake are a bunch of good fellows and I can tell they have a huge passion for what they do. Their newest employee… I’ve never seen such a living embodiment of unbridled joy in my life.
Pinkie Pie, she looked like a pony who’s had too much sugar and started bouncing up and down the walls. Her joy and happiness is something to be respected as she takes just as much pride in her work as her employers. My guess is that she equates doing a good job and making others happy as being a source of her joy. If optimism ever had a name and physical form, Pinkie Pie would fit those bills without a doubt.
Tuesday, August 7th, 1013 ESY
Drill and ceremony, drill and ceremony, the ever so quintessential part of our occupation is always drill and ceremony. Since today marks the ascension of Celestia and Luna to the throne, which is called Cosmos Day, we’re to do a routine for the onlookers before the festivities begin. For the past week, Shining Armor has been running us near ragged to get us all ready. For a stallion who is hard as nails, he clearly takes great pride in our success.
Channeling my earlier experiences and my refined training, our whole group and I gave 110% into our performance. Almost as if our minds were as one, we never went out of sync. I hate to imagine what kind of punishment Captain Armor would’ve slapped us with over the slightest misstep. I did not, I repeat, did not want to clean the damn latrines again. I had to suppress a lot of gaging that day.
After all that song and dance was done, we were free to join the celebrations. I first thought about joining my mother’s side but I decided to hang out with my squad. All we did was drink, chatted away while spitting the occasional bit of humor. Even beyond our time at camp, our bonds remained just as strong. My mother once told me that friendship is magic, that it’s one of the tenets of our nation. Could this be it?
Friday, August 10th, 1013 ESY
Again, it was that damned dream again that’s been plaguing me for years. First, the hooded figure stabs the mare to death, the stallion fights but get slashed in the throat, then the flames began to rise. Only this time, the identity of the mare was now known to me. Her name was Vanilla Swirl. As she died, I saw a stream of tears running down her eyes. I know that she was crying for her husband but also for somepony else. Who?
That was when I heard some humming , the first time I’ve heard it in the dreams. It sounded serene, soft, gentle... motherly with an ounce of love and care thrown in. I couldn’t tell who’s voice it was but it strangely sounded familiar to me. It’s as if I’ve heard it before but I don’t remember. I really need to start piecing all this together because I’m starting to see a pattern here. Never thought I might be playing detective like that.
Tomorrow, I’m going to ask Celestia about this. If anyone has information as to who those ponies were, it’d be her. Yet, every time I confront her about these occurrences, she always seemed to dodge them by either saying she was either busy or something. The way she does it… it’s rather suspicious of her. Does she know something about them?
Author's Note
I do sincerely apologize for the lack of updates to this fic. Between working on new ideas, IRL shenanigans, and the COVID outbreak, it's been a bit crazy and stressful. But, I have another chapter for you peeps but also a notice. With my story, Azure's Last Journey , I've decided to retcon things to where Azure didn't die but was put in a month-long coma. Thus, this story will be the start of a new continuity and the first chapter shall be changed to reflect that. I'm certain that the change will irk some people but it's something that I'll set it up for going beyond what Azure had written up to that point. I hope you'll enjoy this nonetheless.
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Saturday, January 21st, 1014 ESY
On another patrol job. But this time, it’s in the thick of winter. Due to some delivery mixup among other things, our specialized winter gear has yet to arrive and we’re forced to make do with what we have. With the recent spike in changeling incursions, supply routes had taken another hit. Other ponies have been on edge but thanks to my mother, she has been keeping our people calm for the most part. Though, I wish I could say the same for us.
Patrols had been doubled since it was discovered that a trading outpost had been used as a front for changelings raiders. When they were discovered, they had it burnt to the ground. My friends and I were there when it happened. Apart from a few changelings dead, some normal ponyfolk, presumably kept around for the sake of appearances, were among the fatalities. Guess they didn’t want them squawking or anything. Damn it.
One of these days, I’m hoping we can take the fight to them, to show them that we won’t tolerate these terror tactics against our people. I’m guessing that anything short of a fullscale invasion won’t permit us to retaliate. Nonetheless, I’ll be prepared for it when the time comes and hopefully end it quickly.
Also, I hope my mother has the weather pegasi ease up on how cold the winters get. My wings are getting a little chilly.
Tuesday, February 13th, 1014 ESY
Well, today was both intense and exhilarating. Even as I write this, I still feel short of breath from how much I exerted myself. After one of our scouts returned from recon duties, he found a changeling camp in the Everfree Forest. From what he was able to gather while he went snooping around, it was determined that it was the staging ground for their latest string of infiltrations. Our unit was attached to the operation. Objective: Raze the camp.
Still in the winter, we decided that the day would be a good time for the attack. We surrounded the encampment and our squad was chosen to go in and start the attack. When we had their attention, a force of about 30 or so (can’t recall, maybe more), started to swarm us. Readying my spear, I charged, cutting down as many of them as I could. There was a strange feeling inside of me as I was surrounded by the enemy, facing the danger they posed. Adrenaline, it was a funny feeling but exciting.
Soon, the battle winded down and we had achieved victory. Apart from a few injuries, we had only one casualty, a fresh-faced recruit named Storm Song. During the battle, I saw the opportunity to capture their commanding officer, or whatever changelings had for a CO. Because of that and how I fought, I was promoted to sergeant while Redwell became a First Sergeant. I feel glad, even though I’m still relaxing from the intensity of the battle. I just hope this victory will help things quiet down for once.
Wednesday, February 14th, 1014
Fresh off from partying with my squad after the promotion ceremony, I went to chill in the throne room with my mother. I was surprised when I saw my cousin, Mi Amore Cadenza there, Cadence for short. An alicorn like my mother, she too was gifted with indomitable power. She held the power over love and all things connected with it. If I dare say it, she was the most beautiful mare I know and any stallion would be lucky to have her and it was always a treat to hang out with her.
I took a walk with her upon her request and she quizzed me about if I loved somepony before. Though I was reluctant, I mentioned my relationship with Marigold. She gave me a long speech that went something to the effect of ‘Though I may be without love, it’ll find me again. I won’t know when but I’ll feel it.’. I was able to understand her. For now, it put me at ease. I’ll just have to wait until a conversation leads to something.
To be honest, I was quite surprised that she was dating my CO, Shining Armor. Holy Bleeding Tartarus, Shining Armor, the guard me and my friends all aspire to be like, is in a relationship with THE Princess of Love. I honestly don’t know how he pulled it off but damn, what a badass. But if they get married… shit, he’ll be my future cousin. It’ll take me awhile to process all that.
Monday, April 2nd, 1014 ESY
Today, we were quite busy along with our normal patrol routines that became the norm. There was a disturbance at one of the restaurants in the downtown area, The Tasty Treat, between two mares. It was loud and caused a majority of the patrons to move to one side out of fear that it would get physical. The owners, Saffron Masala and Corriander Cumin if I remember, were outside waiting for us.
They briefed us on the situation as it stood and we immediately got to work. By the time we got there, our negotiations were barely effective at diffusing the situation before things were thrown. The second a plate narrowly missed a stallion was where we went in and subdued them until a wagon came to haul them off. To say that the owners and diners were all relieved would be an understatement. I wonder if we’ll see our faces in tomorrow’s paper.
We were given lunches by Mr. Cumin as thanks for dispelling the situation, all on the house. Mighty kind of him for that. I have to say that for a little out of the way place here in Canterlot, the food here is quite good. Nicely spicy and flavorful, it’s like a hidden gem here. Though it was on the house, we both got the idea to leave a decent amount of bits on the table when we left. For all their hard work, they deserve it.
Sunday, March 19th, 1014 ESY
If I can say anything about why I wanted to join the royal guard, most would know that I did so to chase a dream. As time went on, I knew that I joined to protect the innocent, both mares and stallions, and all creatures alike. I have a strong sense of justice to uphold no matter what. But sometimes, there are some things that shake me to my core and even question a friendship.
While I was at yesterday’s Winter Wrap Up party, I was walking around to work off the buzz from cider when I heard a mare screaming for help. I rushed as fast as I could, only to see something that made my jaw drop. One of my friends, Cpl. Ocean Flare, was attempting to have his way with a servant mare. Lots of cogs spun in my head. He was my friend and to see him committing such a heinous act made me sick. At that point, I no longer saw him as a friend but a criminal.
I rushed forward and tackled him to the ground, yelling all sorts of curses while I pummeled him. It didn’t take long for other guards to arrive and arrest him. From what I’ve heard, he was dishonorably discharged and put away. I just didn’t get it. How could one of the many ponies I knew from basic do something like that or anypony for that matter? I just don’t understand and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. Nevertheless, I’ve sworn an oath to protect all who dwell in the land, even if it’s against a friend.
Wednesday, April 2nd, 1014 ESY
Today, we were given orders to be part of the security detail for the visiting ruler of Ornithia, Aurlan. In my spare time, I’ve read books about the many nations around the world. Ornithia was one of them and I have to say their history was interesting, to say the least. Apart from all that, Aurlan was very mild-mannered. He never sneered at us or treated any of us like pieces of meat. I can see why he would command the respect of many… for the most part.
As he casually talked while we were escorting him on his tour, Aurlan told us about how there was a faction in their ruling caste vying for the throne of primarch. He doesn’t know who would back said faction but from what I gathered, it could be tied to familial upheaval. Sometimes, something like reminds me of why I fear to take a rulership position in Equestria. Just the complexities of it all scares me.
As we neared the entrance to the palace, a group of assassins sprang from the shadows but we were ready. As we fought them off, Aurlan joined us in combat too. It surprised me but I remember reading that most Ornithian Primarchs are essentially warrior kings. The battle was short and we later arrived at the palace without further incident. Can’t wait for happy hour tomorrow. I hope some of that Sweet Apple Acres cider will be in stock by then.
Friday, August 8th, 1014
Day by day, I feel myself growing older and I’m soon to hit the big twenty-three. Time flies by so fast and it would leave one shaken up like mixed drink. Especially around my birthday every year, my mother has been more affectionate toward me. I had no idea why at first but as I got to read more of her body language and learn more about her, I slowly began putting the pieces together.
My mother regretted banishing my aunt to the moon all those years ago. Though what she did was necessary, I could tell that it hurt her to do so. I also began to suspect she would occasionally cry herself to sleep as a result. As much as I’m prepared to fight her, I wish there would be a happy ending between my mother and Luna. She misses her dearly and I… want to get a chance to know her.
Also, found out that Redwell and his wife are having another foal and Buckwheat Stone is getting hitched. It’s going to be a busy schedule but with things being quiet as of late, it hopefully won’t be that much of an issue. So, going to be busy with welcoming another godfoal and another wedding.
Sunday, November 22nd, 1014 ESY
Well, didn’t expect Chancellor Neighsay, of all ponies, to come ask me for help. He was pretty desperate when he approached me. When he calmed down, he told me that his wife, Chancellor Abacus, had been in a coma after she was attacked by an unknown party. Though she’ll recover, he is fearful that whomever did it would come back to finish the job. With my mother’s blessing, I took up the charge.
Throughout the night, I watched over her, making sure to keep my eyes only very slightly open, to catch any would be assassin off guard. I heard a creak on the floorboards and I saw a cloaked figure hovering over her bed, drawing what was for sure, a knife. The second it left the sheath was when I tackled the perp within the blink of an eye. In the process, I got him in the neck with my sword. However, who the pony was shocked me even more.
Turning him around and removing his hood, I was shocked to see that it was Darius himself. My mind was racing with all sorts of questions as he spent his last breath on a laugh. How did he escape from Tartarus? Did he have outside help? I’m going to bring this matter to my mother with Neighsay in the morning. Thankfully, Abacus was unharmed. The doctors said she’ll be awake in a couple of weeks. We really need to bolster our security.
Author's Note
Heya, everyone! I hope you're all keeping together during these trying times. Sorry I haven't updated this story but IRL stuff, studying, and general depression, kept me from coming up with ideas. Anywho, I hope you'll enjoy this and the time skip.
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Monday, July 12th, 1020 ESY
I do apologize for my lack of updates to my Journal. Patrol duty has been a bit, shall we say… tedious. Apart from that, we recently had to deal with a few crises here and there. One of which involved the port city of Manehattan having experienced a flood brought on by a hurricane. Along with us, my mother joined in on the frontline of the disaster relief efforts. She always wanted to help her subjects in times of great need. Truly inspiring.
I often looked at such displays and kept musing on her abilities as an alicorn. She has powers that I can barely begin to fathom yet she welcomes the assistance of her protectors. Maybe she’s holding back her but that is a question I’ll have to ask her someday.
But, as I think about it, I realize that along with her, the guards and I are part of a whole, like an entity composed of individuals to complete a task. She relies on us as we rely on her. I know what concept that was from my lessons in my youth and I was amused that it also applied in that context. Then again, that is just my rambling.
Wednesday, July 14th, 1020 ESY
Well, by the end of this month, we’ll have another Summer Sun Celebration, and everypony in Equestria is excited about it. I always loved the ceremony, seeing my mother hoist the sun for all to see. Seeing her radiate along with the sun in view of all is more than deserving to be immortalized in a painting. Yet, it was more than just an annual ceremonial raising of the sun.
It marked the day that Celestia had defeated her sister, Luna, who became Nightmare Moon, and was banished to the moon. This year would be the 1000th anniversary of that fateful day, the source of my mother’s loneliness. I understood that she was her sister and I can only imagine how hard of a decision it was to make. When a crisis becomes evident, the many take priority.
Been hearing some ramblings of a prophecy of sorts that goes something like on the thousandth year, Nightmare Moon will escape. To be honest, I never really paid much mind to such things but then again, in a world full of magic, anything is possible. Still, I’ll keep that in mind and bring it to Shining Armor. Maybe, he’ll consider an increase in security. Hope Big Macintosh from Sweet Apple Acres brings more of that cider. So good. He seems like a chill stallion.
Wednesday, July 16th, 1020 ESY
Today was another escorting duty and like many times before, we were escorting my mother’s prodigy, Twilight Sparkle. She seemed a bit more bookish than usual as of late. Maybe it was due to the Summer Sun Celebration and she’s using it as an opportunity to catch up on some work. Though she is bright, she needs some more socializing time with others. That amount of time perusing through books just isn’t healthy.
I asked her if she was going to join us for the event but she declined, as I expected she would. Though I do give her props for having a sharp and focused mind, her lack of desire to make friends does her no favors. Since she is my mother’s pupil, I hope she can meet with her parents to steer her on the path that balances academics and friendship. That can go a long way for her.
After today’s rotation, I met up with Shining Armor for another of our weekly sparring sessions. As always, we shot the breeze as we clashed and he wholeheartedly agreed with my assessment. Also, from what I gathered, my mother seems to be aware of it. Hopefully, my mom can help her out with that. Though how I’m not sure.
Friday, July 18th, 1020 ESY
With the SSC (Summer Sun Celebration) fast approaching, we were put on mainly PR work and to aid with any and all prep work. Apart from visiting schools and various other places to chat with the citizenry, we helped the organizers prepare and get things set for the festivities here in Canterlot. To be honest, it was a welcome change of pace from the patrols we did.
We even got to visit Ponyville and the first thing our squad did was pay Sugarcube Corner a visit. We didn’t do any help with the prep work there as we felt that things were in order for the most part. Since the last time we were there, we saw that The Cakes had hired another helping hoof. Some bright pink earth mare that goes by Pinkie Pie buses the tables and other stuff. Oh wow does she have the most bubbly personality I’ve ever seen.
I always made sure to get my favorite apple-cinnamon hay doughnuts they make on occasion. How in tartarus do they make them taste so good? Well, I guess that secret is what makes them one of the most respected bakeries in Equestria. Well, gotta lay off them for now. Starting to get a little chubby.
Tuesday, July 22nd, 1020 ESY
It has come to my attention that a few people from the citizenry had become, well… agitated, for our PR campaign. I’ve had this rather belligerent mare come up to me and accuse me of, among other things, ‘promoting militarism’. I continued to let her use me as a vocal punching bag until I grew weary and in a joking tone, told her who I was. Honestly, the look on her face was rather hilarious as she walked off. Hey, I’d be embarrassed too.
But yeah, there is a common misconception that we’re strictly a military force. While we’re trained to fight, that isn’t our sole function. As I mentioned, with the hurricane impacting Manehattan last year, we provided disaster relief efforts and rescued any who were trapped. I took part in the rescue efforts over at the port where the worst of it was.
I feel that the whole feeling stemmed from them always seeing us on patrol which is a primary duty for us to keep things safe. I also understand that it would give off a certain impression to a few ponies but in the end, we’re always there to protect the innocent and save those who were harmed. That was what I dedicated myself to when I figured what I wanted to be and I held that dream close for years.
Thursday, July 24th, 1020 ESY
Well, today could’ve gone a little bit better and just when I get done with one thing, I get shifted to another without a break. For one incident, there was a bank robbery in Central Canterlot that we had to put an end to. As part of the plan, they were distracted long enough for us to enter via the roof and catch them off guard. While we did disarm the perps, we regrettably couldn’t save one hostage. My guess was that the leader got impatient.
Later on the same day, we were dragged to a warehouse outside the city where we felt was used by a rogue group as a hideout. When we went in there, we expected that they wouldn’t allow themselves to be taken alive. The fighting lasted an hour or two before we cornered their leader who took his own life. After the investigation that followed, we found they had help from a third party and the most likely theory was that they were the... usual suspects.
I swear that this upcoming Summer Sun Celebration has caused an increase in chaotic activity here. Maybe… the so-called ‘prophecy’ has some weight. As this goes on, I’m starting to believe more in that. I just hope that my mother would consider investigating. My gut tells me that we’re in for a bad time if we don’t prepare.
Thursday, July 27th, 1020 ESY
Looks like everypony is getting all giddy for next week where the celebrations will begin. Since we were ahead of schedule, we were given free reign to slack off and have fun. Due to that, we were able to have a bit of a planned stallion’s night out for just the four of us. Due to our busy work schedules, we rarely ever got an opportunity like that. So, we decided to hit a few bars and catch the final day of the carnival just outside the city.
We decided to hit the carnival first for obvious reasons before we did a bit of a pub crawl. To be honest, I think we hit about six. At the final one, there was a bit of an incident between Aqua Breeze and an unruly patron. They argued and what sparked the scuffle was the patron saying a word to him that I wouldn’t repeat but it began with the letter ‘F’. Apparently, while he was normally chill, it really upset him hearing it.
After arresting the instigator, I checked to make sure he was alright. While he claimed he was, his body language told me a different story. He never was the stallion to let mere words get under his skin like that. Perhaps, there was something he was keeping in that the word would set him off in such a way. I may ask him about it but I hope he’ll be willing to tell me.
Friday, July 28th, 1020 ESY
Today, we got another recruit that was put into our merry band. She goes by the name of Holiday and she trained as a combat medic. While she was very soft-spoken, she had bested Buckwheat in a hoofwrestling match when they first met. Honestly, somepony cheerful like her was a much needed change of pace here. Plus, we needed somepony who can patch us up if need be.
We all decided to treat the new recruit to lunch to make her feel welcome. She talked to us about her hobbies like quilting and living with her significant other. Lofty was her name, if I recall correctly. She also showed us pics of her niece, Scootaloo, and we remembered her from doing PR work at the one of the schools from Ponyville. She does have big aspirations despite being afflicted with a disability.
But, oddly enough, a friendship was sparked between her and Aqua Breeze. I mean, they got along and he found comfort in talking to her about what happened on Thursday. My guess was their shared attitudes and perspectives on love was what sparked the friendship. All that mattered was Aqua recovering from the incident.
Saturday, July 29th, 1020 ESY
I went about my day today, instructing the newbie from yesterday and doing the usual patrol stuff. I was able to catch a small nap when our shift ended. But, it happened again; the same nightmare from the past years had come again. I kept seeing their deaths until the fire engulfed the entirety of my vision but this time, I heard their names: Chisel and Vanilla Swirl. When I decided to retire for the night, I used it as an opportunity to do some investigating, knowing my mother was hesitant.
Due to my status as prince, gaining access to the city’s news archive was purely trivial. Since I didn’t have a date, I went about it by their names alone. It took me a good half an hour to find what I was looking for and I recognized them right away. From what I found, they were indeed murdered but it appeared to be that someone powerful in the city’s criminal underground was implicated but not named.
What I don’t get is why am I seeing this? Who were Chisel and Vanilla Swirl and of what importance were they to me? I try to understand why I kept seeing their deaths if, from how I see it, could only happen to someone close to them. Was I related to them somehow? Feeling too tired to dwell on that. Must get sleep.
Monday, July 31st, 1020 ESY
Yesterday was the annual Summer Sun Celebration and to say that a lot of things happened would be underselling it a bit. I thought… We thought we took every precaution to make sure things went smoothly. Oh boy were we wrong. Nonetheless, it was something I found memorable.
It started out with us traveling between Canterlot and Ponyville to ensure things were orderly but apparently, my mother neglected to tell me that Twilight Sparkle was going to handle it for Ponyville. From what I heard, she took notice of her issues and sent her there to make friends as well. We decided to go back into the city for some last-minute inspections.
When the night came, our squad remained at our post, keeping a close eye on my mother. We were to escort her to Ponyville to kick off the event. Right as we were about to leave, a swirl of a magical void enveloped her, and just like that, she vanished. In her place, a figure I knew was real stood before us. Nightmare Moon had returned and she foalnapped my mother.
After she gloated about bringing eternal night, she vanished and all were left in chaos. Then, Captain Shining Armor approached me, asking for orders. Realizing I had to act in the same authority as my mother, I immediately ordered all guards to fan out and search for her. It felt weird being in charge but I couldn’t let it get to me.
All throughout the night, we searched every place between here and Ponyville, even a brief incursion into the Everfree Forest, but found nothing. As we returned to the castle, we saw a bright flash of light coming from the old castle in the forest, followed by the sun rising. Somehow, from what I learned that night, Twilight and her newly made friends, used the elements of harmony to dispel the evil that was Nightmare Moon.
When I saw my mother later on, she introduced me to my aunt, Luna. It was a shock to me as I never saw her before. Both her and I were overcome with emotions and neither of us knew how to react. Though, it was I who hugged her first. I was so happy to see her that I struggled to hold back tears. I was so happy to meet her, my aunt. My guess was that she was happy to see her family accept her. I’ll never forget that hug. It was nice.
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Monday, August 7th, 1020 ESY
Well, talk about my first, well… weird thing that I had to deal with while on the job. This time, it wasn’t like something I had to get physical for. No, it was more of an investigation of what the hay had happened and why. It wasn’t every day that the RG gets summoned to handle something that would be normally delegated to the investigative constabulary. Nonetheless, it was one skillset to add to my repertoire.
Yesterday, we arrived in Ponyville to find that it had been left somewhat of a mess but nothing major or permanent. We started to question the witnesses, including Twilight Sparkle, and apparently… the two local town clowns, Snips and his friend Snails, lured an Ursa Minor to the town for some street magician to fight it. I believe her name was Trixie Lulamoon, and her parents were show ponies from Las Pegasus.
Now, for starters, and do pardon my language, but that was the stupidest damned thing to do. For my mother’s sake, others could’ve gotten hurt or worse because of this. Since they’re relatively young, perhaps either a day in a cell or a week’s grounding by their parents (longer if they choose) could remedy this. Also, mental note, request to find Trixie and question her to determine if she had a hoof in this, more so than we currently believe.
Friday, August 11th, 1020 ESY
It was one of those slow days where a whole lotta nothing happened, apart from breaking up a few street scuffles. Shining Armor invited me to The Iron Pot, some eatery down on Rockhoof Lane. It was a small but very atmospheric place where the ponies that run it were very welcoming. Also, let me tell you that the food is to die for. Where has that place been all my life? I would’ve taken Aqua there on his birthday last month.
Well, I was quite surprised to see that his marefriend, my cousin, Cadence, was there with him. Gotta say that her hugs are notoriously snug and she is quite strong. We all ate, shared some stories, and shared quite a few laughs. What did catch me off guard was when Shining, without warning, got on one hoof and proposed to her. My cousin’s reaction was priceless as she said ‘yes’ over and over.
I could understand why they actually brought me there. They wanted a witness and they felt that they trusted me enough. I… am actually quite honored. Sometimes, I wondered what could’ve been if Marigold Radiance hadn’t moved and we were still a thing. Sometimes, I wish that she could’ve convinced her parents to stay. But, I can't change the past, no matter how bad I want it. Gonna have to get used to calling Shining my cousin real quick.
Tuesday, August 29th, 1020 ESY
Though I’m not the squad leader, I treat every member as if they were a member of my own family. We care for and watch after our own, no matter what it may be. It doesn’t matter who they are and what walk of life they came from. I’ll be willing to fight for and die for them if it comes down to that. When one of them has a problem, I try my best to be an ear for them to listen if they want it.
Today, during a break in our patrols, I saw Aqua Breeze eating by themself and they looked kinda upset. When I approached them, they sighed before we chatted for a bit. Friday is the anniversary of our first day in boot but they told me that today was sore for them in particular. From what he told me, he enlisted to get away from his abusive father.
Aqua told me stories of how their mother left them for a reason they didn’t say. During their senior year in high school, Aqua came out to their father and the results were less than pleasant. It was already bad before but the reaction he got made Aqua flee for their life and stay with a friend. I guess that their friend’s friend was a guard and hearing his stories had given them the hope to escape from their father’s reach.
I never saw them cry like that, even as he explained that they were also questioning their identity. But, I said in no uncertain terms that they are family among us and no harsh judgments will be rendered. My guess was that why he was afraid to mention it to everypony else was possibly revisiting the backlash their father showed when he kicked them out. If their father shows up, Redwell would have to restrain me.
When our group got back together when our shift started, I guess my chat with Aqua gave them the courage to come out to the rest of our squad. All Aqua got was nothing but support and that must’ve lifted their spirits some. We’re a family and we’ll always care for one another.
Sunday, October 1st, 1020 ESY
So, looks as though some of our other guards have gotten into a little bit of a tussle with a group of civilians. What had started out as a disagreement had soon escalated into shouting before blows were traded. I remember when we rushed to the scene to help diffuse the matter but by the time we got there, whew… it got ugly rather quickly. I swear that I’ve never seen something like that of such a scale.
It was a full-on street brawl of guards against rowdy street goons and thugs. More and more guards had shown up and we were soon pushed into the fray. I swear, there is something quite thrilling and exciting about a bare-hoof brawl but that’s just me not having been in a fight for a while. Yet, I had to keep myself restrained because… I didn’t want to piss off my mom.
We did eventually quell the brawl and those who started it were arrested, even somepony I knew from basic. I knew Parsley Zing had a bit of a temper issue so he would’ve been the one to throw the first punch. Well, we all had our fill of adrenaline and excitement. Holiday was all giddy and Aqua earned a shiner. Yet, they were as ecstatic as the rest of us. In another life, I could’ve been a boxer. Well, we have to bring Parsley in for a court-martial. It was the last straw.
October 31st, 1020 ESY
Another year, another Nightmare Night where adults and children go from block to block for sweets. I remember having fun dressing up as the legendary Flash Magnus several years ago. Heck, my friends all dressed as the rest of the Pillars as we went around and later had a small party with my mother’s supervision. I’ll never forget that party and it was when Marigold gave me my first kiss.
Well, me being a full-grown stallion with a new set of friends, things have changed. Since there were enough guards out on patrol tonight, we were given the night off. The whole group and I decided to hit a nearby pub and join the party happening there. Even Holiday brought her wife, Lofty, and Aqua brought their significant other. Booze, party food, and lots of good music, there was literally not a single dull moment.
Also, we were treated to another of Aqua’s displays of their sharpshooter skills. There was a dartboard and they made a bet with some other ponies for the most points possible. Even while drunk, Aqua was able to school them with their skills and I would say that about 80% of the time or even more, they got the bullseye. When we left, Aqua had pocketed a nice sum of bits. They have sharp eyes that could rival even the most seasoned of veterans.
Wednesday, November 15th, 1020 ESY
If there is one thing that I’m split on with participating as per my royal duties, it would be the occasional banquets my mom would throw. I’m very much a social pony and would be willing to engage anypony in a conversation so don’t get me wrong on that. There are sometimes where the pony I’m chatting with is such an insufferable jackass that it’s hard for me to resist throwing something at them.
Take for example, the Duke of Trottingham, Keppler, who while I always saw him as an effective leader, is a real piece of work. The same goes for his son, Blueblood. He always seemed to sneer at guards, always thinking of them as sacks of meat and with me, it was even worse. He even made the implication, though subtly worded, that I was undeserving of Celestia being my mother and that I was still a mudblood.
If it wasn’t for the fact that my mother, cousin, and CO were all near me, I would’ve thrown my glass of wine at him. Come to think of it, it would’ve also validated his view of me. So, I roasted him by, in a politely subtle way, calling him a snobbish asshole who thinks so little of those who would protect him. He was speechless and I could tell that my mother was trying not to laugh. When my mother laughs at the roasting of some noble, you know that said noble is not well-liked.
Tuesday, December 5th, 1020 ESY
Snow is falling and the weather is starting to remind me of the tales my mother told me about the windigos. Yet, I find that there’s something peaceful with the snowfall. At night, when everything is blanketed in snow, there’s a strangely calming aura that I can’t put words to. Thank goodness for our winter armor keeping us warm because I wouldn’t’ve tolerated it for long. The excitement for Hearth’s Warming is exciting to say the least.
For me, this season is one that’s important to me, considering where I came from. Every year, I put together some of my personal funds to give the foals of the orphanage a good Hearth’s Warming. Food, toys, stuff to keep them warm, I would pay for it but even then, I feel that it wasn’t doing enough. Then, as I was having dinner with my squad, we all came up with an idea for a drive.
Essentially, we spread the word to as many guards as we could to donate as much as they’re able. I would still chip in my usual amount, of course, and organize the whole thing as best as I could. Ponies would think that it’s odd for royalty to request funding for something of this sort but my sole purpose is to help give those without families the best Hearth’s Warming. They deserve something to be happy about.
Tuesday, December 24th, 1020 ESY
No pony, I repeat, NO PONY messes with me or my friends, even if they’re family of said friends. We were walking down to celebrate with the rest of the regiment when we heard a stallion screaming at us. He turned out to be Aqua’s father, Gravel and he was as bad as they say. He got right into their face as they met in the middle of the street, screaming all manner of curses and anger.
Aqua addressed their grievances to him but it didn’t budge him an inch. In fact, all it did was made Gravel even angrier and he brought out a belt. The beating he gave Aqua made me angry but they told me to not interfere. I had no way of knowing what was going on through their mind but it was safe to say that Aqua had had enough. All the torment from their father had reached the limit.
In mid swing, Aqua grabbed the belt and ripped it out of their father’s hoof. Pushing him to the ground, what followed was several minutes of Aqua beating the living daylights out of Gravel with said belt. It was like returning all the abuse back at him and it scared his father. But, we had to break it up before they killed him. I never saw all their anger flood forth like that but I can understand where they come from.
After we had a nearby patrol cart Gravel away, we saw Aqua just sitting by themself a sobbing mess. Without even a faint whisper, we gave them a big group hug tand that seemed to lift their spirits. I honestly hope Aqua has a good Hearth’s Warming because they need it. The whole squad has a present that they’ll never forget.
Wednesday, December 25th, 1020 ESY
Hearth’s Warming, what more can I say for a day where family takes priority other than it makes me realize how much I cherish those close to me. My mother, friends, and my team, I would do anything for them. Nothing is too big for me to do when it comes to them, even if I break my bones in the process. Today, the squad and I got Aqua a Hearth’s Warming gift that they’ll never forget.
We had a party at Holiday’s residence and she and Lofty sure know how to make an amazing feast. After several hours of partying and sharing stories, the time came to exchange gifts. At first, we had no idea if this would work but when we talked to her, she agreed to it. She eventually arrived and Aqua was face to face with someone they hadn’t seen in years: their mother, Ginger Crisp.
Everypony deserves a good Hearth’s Warming, especially those with nopony else to celebrate it with. The fallout between their mother and father after the latter’s infidelity must’ve been heartbreaking for them. But, it’s a day to mend broken hearts and be ready to start the next year on a fresh slate. Everypony deserves a family and I know that all too well.
Wednesday, December 31st, 1020 ESY
As much as I’d want to hang out with my friends, there was another New Year’s banquet to be had with royalty. Yet, it turned out to be okay and I didn’t even need to think about wanting to hit somepony. Cinch was improving since the incident has regained her confident stride and my mother is in her usual cheery tune. The two lovebirds that I’m familiar with were there as well and it was a cute sight.
My aunt brought yet another beautiful starry night and if I wish I could hold one of those stars in my hooves. Soon, they were all eclipsed by the display of fireworks, illuminating the sky with a glow of bright colors. They looked like little stars falling to earth then disappearing into the night. One day, I see us venturing out into the stars, just to see what else is out there and what other worlds there may be.
Even now, as alcohol courses through me, I look to the ball in front of the largest tower. Any moment now, it’ll begin to drop and the next year will begin in earnest. There was much I wanted to do this year but couldn’t. Guess I’ll make up for all that starting tomorrow. Must make an actual note instead of a mental one as I feel that my alcohol-buzzed head will be hard-pressed to remember anything.
