“End entry the Tenth.” Velour murmurs as he finishes his writing, nodding down at the page. He’s certain in its eloquence, comforted by the ending to his greatest work. He wishes he could make it longer - but he told himself not to waste his time writing Erotica about things he experienced, when he could use that time to simply live more. So, without too much in description, ten entries tells the story of his life thus far. Simple, beautiful, and sexual.

Velour closes the diary and puts up his quill, eyelids sagging and ears back. He’s always been a hooves-on kind of stallion and it shows here, as he meticulously puts his desk back to perfection before he stands up, using his magic only for his quill, which goes back into its box which slides smoothly into its place in a cubby hole. He’s a picture of grace even now, and slides off his chair in a fluid motion. Velour heads for his bed, laying his head in it without climbing on top just yet. Emotions swirl on his face, his eyes a battlefield of ideas. His mouth is drawn tight, the lines of age showing on his face more so than ever before.

“Have I lived a good life?” He asks the empty air, looking up at the immaculately detailed painting of the night sky and the mare on the moon in his ceiling. He looks up at her and huffs a sigh, lips tight, and remains motionless. His silent contemplation is interrupted by a swift, cut-off shriek from down the hall.

Velour starts, standing upright, ears perked and nostrils flared. Silence hangs over the room like a cloud, his own breathing the only thing he can hear.

The silence drags on, and on, and on...

Velour cautiously steps toward the door, his melancholy forgotten, swept away by the tide of adrenaline that surges through him. His hoofsteps are nearly silent, but he winces when he hears them anyways. His magic reaches out, slowly opening his bedroom door. The long, dark hallway stretches before him, silent aside from the slow sound of hoofsteps...

Author's Note

Something different! Current-time events will be in short snippets between diary entries until we hit Entry the Tenth...