To Cure a Broken Heart

Hey Twilight,

I know this journal doesn’t work anymore, but I guess it keeps me from losing my mind out here; knowing you’re out there, hopefully reading this… it helps. I guess you did end up getting my first letter. Sending Discord, it was a smart idea. But… Discord’s gone. The infection got to him, but I don’t think I’ll ever find out how. You’d think he’d be able to avoid such a thing, but I guess none of us really knew what was happening in the first place. So I doubt he knew too.

This isn’t the end; not even close. Entire cities were lost to the plague of the infected, leaving millions left to rot. Canterlot, Manhattan, Las Vegas, all of it was gone. I still don’t know how it started, where it came from, or who Patient Zero actually was. Although the infected still exist, and the disease is still spreading, things seemed to go quiet after a while. Our friends banded together again, and began a trading route between both the Rainbooms and the Outlaws. Yeah, humanity was devastated, but in the end… survived.

If you can fight, fight. Stay alive, survive. But don’t ever forget to live.

I know your world is still left untouched, and maybe one day I can finally come back to see you if magic finds a way, but I won't mind if I never get the chance to. I may not have what I want, but I have what I need. In the end I really did find what I was looking for: friendship. It’s its own magic after all, right?

Stay cool Princess of Friendship,

Sunset Shimmer.