August Rush's Log Entries

It's been a few weeks since Twilight's 'welcoming dinner', her giving me the Journal, and Rarity giving me the satchel. Not much has happened since then. I worked most of the time at the bakery and discussed a little more about Earth every single night with Twilight and now we're up to the Cold War era.

But last night… last night was… well,… different…

Oh, and I'll be happy to note; these ponies have the same names of days and months here as the ones on Earth. Peculiar...

It had been a long, hard work day and I was exhausted. The thought of going home to the warm, though old and a bit rough, bed was enough to have me sprinting back to the library. But, I trotted along, rather slowly and took in the sight of the town as the sun was beginning to set: exactly the same time after I left work, everyday since Mr. Cake gave me the job, from Sugarcube Corner.

I entered the library and set my satchel down that carried my money pouch and a cupcake given to me by Pinkie. She said it was "specially made for my baking buddy". I chuckled to myself, remembering the moment she said it. She was all covered in flour and frosting. The cupcake itself was actually pretty neat looking. It was a vanilla based cupcake with pink frosting, darker pink sprinkles and a small cherry on top. I made sure it was tucked neatly in my satchel so that it wouldn't get ruined on the way back home.

"You're home early." Twilight was at the dining table, a book in front of her (what a surprise) and a cup of tea.

(Yup. Nothing's changed.)

"Mr. and Mrs. Cake closed up to take care of things with their little ones." I said, shaking out any remaining flour out of my hair. Pinkie always made a mess when she baked. She was well.... Twilight was right. She's just nuts.

"Oh, I see. And I've got something to tell you. Come and sit down, I'll pour you some tea."

"Thanks, Twi."

I came and sat down across from her, the same seat at the previous dinner. She brought back a cup and I drank from it gracefully. She made the best tea I had ever had. Then again; it was the only tea I had ever had. But it was good, nonetheless.

"I've been going through and through my books again; searching for anything that relates to humans," She sat back down, scratching at her head. "It's just really strange to me..."

I took a quick swig of tea and spoke,

"How so?"

"The fact that there's no trace record at all. Well not here that is."

"What do you mean? Is there another place we could possibly find anything?" I asked, taking another swig.

"Maybe… The Canterlot Archives might have something. It IS the biggest collection of knowledge in all of Equestria but, I've never been able to get in. It's a huge tourist attraction, which meant entry to it was going to cost you. Now, though, it's under construction. I think their just replacing some things inside like new flooring or whatever." Twilight shrugged her shoulders and stared into her book. I couldn't tell what she was reading.

"Hmmm... I don't know, Twilight," I tried to make her look up at me. "Why, exactly, are you so interested?" That definitely got her attention. She lifted her head up, a look of sheer confusion on her face.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked.

I think you've plucked a nerve...

"What?" I stared at her, raising the cup to my mouth.

"I'm trying to find out what the hay you are; how you got here and how to send you back! Don't you want to go back home?!" She asked, angrily.

"No... Not really." I answered, coldly.

To tell you the truth; I still can't find a reason to go back home. Yes, again, there was Susan but, would she really miss me? We were in a huge fight and the subject we were fighting about was serious to her. She was very upset when she left my uncle's apartment. Oh, and my uncle? I don't think he would miss me. He wasn't very close with my dad either and didn't have children of his own to know what to do with me. There wasn't much worth going back to...

"....Re..Really?" She asked, stunned.

"Yes. My life was hell back there. I don't want to go back that much. I'm fine here."

"But....But August, you don't belong here..."

I sighed. She was right, like always. But again, there wasn't much of anything to go back to. And…. its weird… It feels like I belong here somehow… Like I was meant to be here… Some purpose...

"So," I started, trying to change the subject, "Is there a way we could get into the Archives?"

She glared at me, a sour look upon her face. I just rolled my eyes and looked down at the table, taking a final gulp of the tea. After a few seconds, I looked back up at her, she still glaring.

"What, Twilight?!," I snapped. "I understand why I don't belong here! I get it, but the truth is, I've given it some thought over the past few days, and I'm happy here! The happiest I've ever been in a long time….." I trailed off and let out a big sigh. Twilight lost her look of anger. I continued;

"…But…I know I don't belong here; That this isn't my home… I know it wouldn't be right to stay here… And as much as I desperately want to stay, I know I have to go back…"

I felt the tears trying to come out but I forced them back with all my might. Twilight noticed my grief and tried to comfort,

"August, I…"

I got up from the table before she could say anymore, however. A single tear rolled down the side of my face. My eyes slowly wandered about the room, until they met with Twilight's.

"I'm….I'm gonna go to bed…" I slowly walked off to my room, and closed the door behind me.

The next morning, I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in." I called, still lying in bed. Twilight entered my room. She said nothing for a few seconds, just stood close to the door. She sighed then came over, close to me. More silence for a few seconds, as she stared at me.

"I want to be clear with you about this,…" She started, finally, "I can't and don't feel your grief; your pain. And I want to let you know that as long as you're here, and feeling this way, I'll be there to comfort you and try my best to make you feel better…" She gave me a sad smile.

"Ok,….." I said. "…..Thank you…"

"You're very welcome…" She kissed me on the cheek, and then my cerebellum fused. She turned and walked back to the door and said on her way out: "We'll be meeting with the Princess in two days."

My eyes where wide open and my breath short.

Now we're gettin' somewhere...