So, as he has now found out. It was, indeed, a royal diary. He would've preferred royal secrets or some kind journal depicting a scandal among the royals but he supposed beggars can't be choosers. Now, onto the contents of said diary.

Now as you know in a typical diary it shows the feelings or personal experiences of an individual. How this one differs though is that it was written by two individuals. How can it be written by two individuals you ask? Well I won't go into the specifics of what's in the dairy (group diary?) but it seemed to be some kind of bonding thing between the two sisters. It seems they wrote it together so they could become closer in some way, but from what he's heard it seemed to have the opposite effect. He still remembers the story of Princess Luna going batshit crazy for some reason.

It was only then he realized how long he'd been reading the book, as the sun was about start setting it seemed. He needed to find some sort of shelter in here, and fast.

Wait, this is one. This is literally a secret room that looks to have been untouched for a millenia. What kind of animal would be looking for a secret door? There was just one problem with that idea though, if he closed the doors would he be able to get out? Well, it was supposed to be secret, who makes a secret room that has the possibility of locking themselves on the inside. He better get searching he supposed.

Half an hour later...

"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT"

Wow, that was a bit abrupt. It is justified though considering he still hadn't found some kind of switch to shut the door. He's looked basically everywhere in the room- oh wait a godamn minute. You're kidding me.

As he stops tilting the podium to see if he could find some hidden switch he slowly turns around. He hadn't looked in the most obvious place, the bookshelf.

He walks over to the bookshelf and starts to scan the various books on it. He found some like "The Royal Etiquette", or "Basic Baking For Dummies". Wow, that one is a little insulting isn't it? Instead of looking through every single book though, he just starts pulling them one by one until suddenly, *click*.

He looks back at the bookshelf and sees it, rather dramatically still, start sliding close. After a few seconds or so it has fully closed and he's left in the dimly lit room. The dusty candelabra above still somehow generating light after all these years. "Some magic bullshit probably," he thinks to himself.

He looks back at the bookshelf to see the book he pulled to shut the not-so-secret-anymore-secret-room's-door™. Low and behold it was the only book that didn't even have a cover, he was hoping it'd be less obvious. Another thing that stood out was a thin, well what looked like some kind of pamphlet tucked between two books. He supposed some more snooping wouldn't hurt anyone. The title of the pamphlet looking book read "The Night Doesn't Judge, the author was written down as "Lulu", which he only supposed was a little pet name between the two sisters.

Upon closer inspection it appeared to actually be a poem of sorts, it read as follows:

The Night Doesn't Judge
Though the moon always seems to be starting down at you, watching
But that is the only thing it can do
Watch
The stars seem like a spotlight
Illuminating your every action under them
And yet there is no emotion in the eyes of the moon and the light of the stars
It shines down on you, the true beauty of it makes you shiver
The Night Doesn't Judge

"Well that was oddly, uh, not really a poem? Aren't they supposed to rhyme?"

It was the only thing he could think to say at the moment. Sure, he could see the intent behind it but in the end it just seemed to be someone trying to write one for the first time and had no real sense of rhythm.

On the back of it seemed to be a note reading: "Very good, Lulu! -signed C"

He was going to guess that stood for Celestia. Jeez did she write everything in gold? Even the stuff she wrote in the journal-diary-thing™ was written in gold.

Moving on from that he supposed, the sun was going to set soon. He should start sleeping so he could wake early in the morning to see what else these ruins had to offer.

He attempts to climb onto that weirdly tall bed thing and may or may not have fallen multiple times. After a few minutes he has finally managed to climb onto it and lay down. Sadly for him there were no blankets, alas, he was used to it at this point. At least he had something actually comfortable to sleep on this time. With that final thought in his head, he falls asleep.

And Dreams...

Author's Note

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