Twilight's Soul Floats Ever Deeper Into Space

‘When we come to be, to exist in the world made for us. We tend to make mistakes, some are innocent hiccups in our journey of life, and others? Well, they tend to be unrecognizable sins that don’t show themselves until much, much later. These sins burry into the marks we leave behind, into the actions that ripple out from our being, and scorch its mark into our souls. Making them unredeemable, invisible, and unspeakable!

I happen to make one of those mistakes. It was out of duty to a pony filled with such hatred, that it scorched the earth on which I stood upon, oh so long ago. I- made five innocent souls suffer… Oh, how blinded by loyalty was I, too blind to see the glimmer from the sun’s rays. Too shallow to see the glow of the moonbeams shining down onto the ground. I could only see the purple tinge surrounding my line of sight. I was her plaything, her tool. I belonged to her, and to her alone I stayed. Like an eager dog waiting for its master to return home to it. My fate was sealed to her soul by that obsidian thing.

I- only wish to garner any form of forgiveness from those five souls, no matter how little they give it. I tore your coat away, tore your sinew from your limbs. The screams of agony ring true in my ears, even now, even after my banishment. Though it does feel so strange, this also feels so familiar somehow. This air of madness, this smell of bile, this taste of copper. It feels as if I were living through a past life. Yet, it is not real. My heart declares it so, for I can only live in one lifetime, live in one world. Live in this- banishment. I only have my queen, my master, and this here journal to protect. My closest friend is made from the bark of trees and yet, I find it is the sole thing I can confide my life’s tale to, written into its pages.

“My Life’s Tale.” What a potent phrase I utter from my lips. Could I even be allowed to call it a life? Would it be true? Or is it just a falsehood? Am I able to claim it as a life? Or is it merely a projection of another soul? Could I say that I have lived? Or maybe- could it be that I have never died? I may never know, nor will I ever find out. For my knowledge of the workings herein are quite minuscule at best, and non-existent at worse…

My dear friend, I have included within your pages my woes, my recountings, her Highness's thoughts, her remembrance, and even Princess Celstia’s actions from her mouth before this banishment. It was a last request granted by a soul's good graces. It is one I have been quite honored to be allowed. I will say this before I depart again and allow another soul to add their thoughts, to the pages of this forgotten history.

I am ever charged by the regret of my mistakes, and actions taken to bring about her majesty's vengeance.’