Luna's Diary Entries

by Art Inspired

First published October 7th, 2012 19:40

Several reports taken from Luna's private journal. She hasn't even found out it's missing yet.

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#24
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Was it a memory? I don’t seem to recall, but the breeze in my mane, the reflectively polished flowers that beckoned my name to join in their fun, amusing time; the stars that shined almost as soon as the sun set and the fresh, grassy aroma of the plains that I could just barely smell were almost hypnotizing. This was just a dream… but it felt so real! It started out with me on my balcony. I looked down to see the young, yet to be bloomed, blue flower glowing in the gleaming rays of my sister’s star. I hopped down, and instantly, the palace, the guards; everything around the general area dissipated.

Once I landed, the flower bloomed before my very eyes! More seemed to grow instantaneously in a perfect trail leading further to my secret haven of sublime retreat. As I walked along, more of these flowers blossomed when I walked by. They swirled up with beads of fireflies wafting out of the center. Those bugs loomed around me, and quickly pulled my body further into this sanctuary. As they disappeared into the silhouette void, more floras emerged, each a new breed, but they all were the same, beautiful hue as my fur. Some were core cyan than cerulean, but they were all gorgeous, never the less.

I reached a broad hill with one, single flower with golden, flickering shimmers waving at the dark land that I could just barely make out. As I stood there watching it spread its pedals, one lifted off and soared to the next flower, which followed the next pedal after each touch. Soon, the world I found myself in was illuminated with luminosity created by the miracles that surrounded it. Flowers in vases, growing in the soil, and some curling up the trees could be detected in every possible direction.

I reveled in the dream my mind crafted. Winds sounded like waves from the ocean, a sound I always loved as a child, and when I looked down, low and behold, I was my filly self! My hooves were so small and cute; oh I couldn’t help but to giggle at them. The small tiara that was once a crown sat lazily on my mane, making me remember mother giving it to me. Her kindness was always appreciated. Falling into the remembrance of her spirit, I heard her voice beckon me from behind the sparkling hedge. I leaped over it to see her mane, almost crimson, and her hooves decorated in pure platinum accessories. Her chest plate was the same kind of metal, but much more designed and noticeable. Her glossy eyes stared at me through the darkness, but that’s all I could depict. As she backed away into the shades, I yelled for her.

Chasing this shadow of a deceased mare, I felt taciturn. Knowing full well this was a fantasia by now, I didn’t care. Everypony misses their loved ones, especially when it comes to someone like their own mother. I hadn’t realized how much I actually missed her until I began having this dream. It was like my being was telling me she was still out there, which is ridiculous because she died years ago. Running like my life depended on it wouldn’t be the right way of saying it, but galloping as if I could save her from the demise she met… yeah, that’s more like it.

My life, to me, didn’t seem to matter, but hers… it would mean the world to me just to get the chance to sit with her, hold her… be in her hooves again… to tell her how much I really loved her. This was my final chance to see my maker, and even though this was my imagination morphing my mental immunity, it still felt different somehow… like I wasn’t running down a memory, but was trotting through my own mind. Emotions can exist in a dream, because I felt myself crying at this point. The mare was my mother, and if I didn’t catch up to her, I’d never forgive myself. Even if it was all fake, the fact that It felt so real, the feelings I sensed, the emotions that touched me through this journey; it all existed, even though it was all taking place in my head, it also occurred within my heart as well.

I reached her, finally! I was physically exhausted, or maybe mentally. Either way, I was sweating nonexistent perspiration. Mother sat there, gazing at me with a beaming smile. Her kind eyes invited me over, and as I lay down on her lap, her hoof caressed some strands of hair away from my cheeks. Things were as they should be. Blissful love that slowly took hold of my soul soothed my exhausted state, making the blackness of the room turn to blue fog that serenely lifted from the tile floor. I looked up to see my mom’s tears drip onto my nose. She giggled slightly and removed the water with her magic. It whisked away, telling me those were just happy tears, not sad. I remembered her last words before we parted. Always remember, I love you… Both you and Celestia are my children, and as such, I could never stop enjoying these memories you’re leaving me with.

I looked up at her and said, “Those words you spoke, before you went away… I’ll never stop loving you either. You’re the best mommy!”

I hugged her tightly, like she’d leave me once again. The thought was torturous. I’d already lost her once, so to lose her again would be unbearable. I recalled her ways of tending to small cuts and bruises I got while playing, and the songs she would sing to me and Celestia, putting us to bed each night. Now that I think back on it, I never heard the words, but instead, just the tone. It was an incredibly euphoric sound, able to help one focus on any task, but for me and my sister, it was nothing more than a cherished lullaby.

I’ve had this identical dream for roughly a week now, and to be honest, I don’t want it to stop. Like I’ve said, it’s just a dream, but it sure does feel like an actual experience… the only problem with it… is me waking up to find myself in my room. The sun sets upon my balcony and I must return to the usual, nightly routine. What I wouldn’t give though… to really, seriously see her smiling face again in factual life. It was always strikingly magnificent, just like those flowers that bloom in every last dream I’ve had since I started remembering mother.

Okay, I've translated it all to fit general speaking. It was filled with that old Canterlot style of verbalization, so it's easier to understand now. I'll explain how I got my hooves on this later, and for now, I'll remain anonymous! Thanks for viewing, and remember, you didn't see this!

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I’m getting the hang of this shower busyness, but it’s still annoying to say the least. In my absence, many developments have occurred, most of which seem to revolve around the style of others. I walk the nighttime halls and run into multiple, newly recruited guards. This golden armor will simply not do at all! Gold is Celestia’s color, while mine is a deep shade of blue and pitch black. I’ll order a change in regalia tomorrow. I’m far too exhausted to do it tonight. That and I think it should be an easy task, assuming these young, spry ponies can conceal themselves during the fitting and tailoring.

There was a problem in my closet yesterday. In all my life, I’ve never seen such… well, skimpy clothing! One thousand years of me being gone, and my sister allows these ponies to design whatever the hell they wish! I mean, some of these even show… well, almost everything! Why?! I liked the old fashion, but I guess I need to… how do they say it? Get with the times? This will be tough. Not only that, but ponies talk so differently now. There’s no we, or thy; not even a simply thou! This will take a lot of practice, and if this isn’t enough, my sister still treats me like a Child! My form that night was due to the half-moon, making my appearance more foal-like! In the full moon though, I take the imagery of my true self; a fully grown alicorn. My mane in no longer in small, light blue strands, but instead it looks similar to my sister’s. It’s wavy, but not spectrum, more galactic.

In my free time, I enjoy taking walks in the garden, which is more of a bother to me as the animals fear my presence. I have to sit and wait for them to choose their own course of action, though all they do is cower behind the trees and bushes. I usually just meditate there, soaking under the long nightly glow, enjoying freedom from my prison. It’s funny, calling my precious moon a prison. I still visit the meteor from time to time, just to remind myself why I was sent there in the first place. Some ponies from the local Equestria daily news seem to believe I was placed on the moon. Actually, I was incarcerated WITHIN the thing! Bunch of damned ninnies! If I was trapped on it, I could have easily flown away and returned. My sister has one hell of a way with explanations. It’s not like it really matters, but still… it’s the principle of the whole ordeal. She left out crucial facts and important information. Sometimes, I wonder how she got the throne instead of me. So she’s a few generational older, big deals… only by five. Any hoof, I’ll just continue with the next thing that bugs my being.

The rights of ponies these days are ridiculous! I was walking down the hall and these two stallions; yes, that’s right, stallions were kissing, RIGHT THERE! Ugh, I’ve never been more mortified in my life! What were their names, Neon Jade and Filtered Fuddles? Yeah, those two were lip-smacking like it was no tomorrow! I mean, how does that even work out? I asked Celestia in her dreams and she claimed that this was normal, that mares would date mares, and stallions would… well, needless to say, I think that’s a bit much. I told her this… and then she gulped down a waterfall of chocolate rain. My sister has the weirdest dreams. They remind me of Discord, that Draconequus we use to play with as young fillies. Those were the days…

Now, getting off topic… have you ever had an Oreo?! Splendid treat, but I feel it necessary to withhold my urge as it made me quite… awkwardly placed in both a good, mental state, but a horribly damned, physical condition. Now, I’ve also enjoyed ice-cream, not as good, but still very delicious, and there’s general junk food like candy and soda, but a princess must keep her figure at a constant slim, well-kept form. Other than that, I guess I’m finished with this entry… OH! I almost forgot!

A special prank was done today! You see, Twilight had been working on several spells, and Celestia wanted to test her. Knowing two young colts by the name of Snips and Snails could probably lure an Ursa Minor to town, she had me dress up as; oh, and this is just too rich. She had me use my powers to turn into a mare known as Trixie. The only resemblance was my cutie mark. If you look at it closely, it resembles my moon. I performed basic magic, and captivated the crowd with dazzling tricks anypony could do, really. Twilight though… just ran from the crowd. My initial intent was to make her challenge me and have those two colts bring an Ursa Minor to town while we debated with enchantments. I and Celestia prepaid them to boast me up and lure the beast into town. When Twilight departed from the scene, I decided to wait till later. I must say it was fun witnessing Twilight defeat that raging monster, and when the time came, I had to leave town. I made it seem like I wasn’t impressed in order to strike a better lust for self-improvement into Twilight’s heart. Reaching a tree next to a local pond, I was able to return to my original self. My sister giggled at the amazing act I put on, and we returned to Canterlot to find… you guessed it, a friendship report! Celestia read it to me, and I chuckled at how ridiculous it was that Twilight made one for this event. The night was then spent on me bidding my sister goodnight, and, as I am doing right now, finishing up this report. Celestia says I should just call it a diary entry, so I will, but it really doesn’t matter, right? Well, it’s early, and I see the sun rising, which means it’s time for me to go to sleep. I’ll have some breakfast with Celestia, say good morning, and go to bed.