Babs Seed- February

February 21st, Year 2013

I can't find Celestia, she's no where, but she has to be somewhere. Is she in a grave, 6ft under? Perhaps in the sky, wanting to yell at me for looking for a dead mare? Perha-

Op, there she is, in her room. Whoops.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 22nd, Year 2013

What the heck. Celestia has just been laying in her bed, apparently she was told she could do whatever she wanted by Silver Shine, so she took a break from raising the sun.

And she also had no idea her sister was turned to ice. If the sun were to be raised, would Luna melt, or be set free?

"Do it," I spoke to the Alicorn mare. "Raise the sun."

"What? Why? What's going on, young one." She questioned, not breaking for a pause in the middle of those questions.

It was weird, she wouldn't raise the sun until I bartered with her,

"Raise the sun," I said, "And I tell you everything."

She had looked me over several times before trotting to her window, staring at the chaos below. Chaos she could have stopped. She nodded before trotting out of the room, to the balcony set at the end of a hallway, for whatever reason.

She was back within five minute, the sun with her. Strange, I had not seen the sun for months, I had forgotten what the rays looked like, golden opportunities.

Like grains, thousands of grains showering down upon us, or possibilities of such. It was so beautiful,

Until I hear a screech.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 23rd, Year 2013

I've tried explaining everything to the Sun Goddess, but she claims she already knew. Psh, Alicorns and their pride.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 24th, Year 2013

Can you hear it? The sound of excitement pounding through the pages of disappointment? Can you see the vibrations of war shake through the earth? Can you feel the waves of anticipation followed by daggers of adrenaline?

I can.

Celestia has gone outside, after lifting the sun from where it laid for so long. She is determined to put a stop to this, to heal and wipe the memory of every pony who had suffered.

I hope that doesn't mean me.

When she came back, Silver Shine was ready, ready to go head to head. They bashed horns together, tried to use magic upon one another.

"Celestia is far more superior than Silver Shine," Loli tried to reassure me, but if that's so, why can't she just win?

I saw Shining Wings, he smiled at me, called out my name, before a lightning bolt, probably a stray from the two Alicorns fighting, struck in between us.

Despite that, we nuzzled each other.

"Where've you been?" I asked him, which he simply replied,

"I was here, trying to snap Silver out of it."

He loves his sister so much, even after all of this.

Beautiful.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 25th, Year 2013

Rays of sunshine bursting through the evergreens and the maples and ever tree imaginable, it can be seen from here, at the Castle. But a bigger, more important scene can also be seen from the Castle, two actually, right next to one another.

Silver Shine being slowly defeated, and Princess Luna melting.

Well, the ice that imprisons her, she isn't the one actually melting.

"Stand DOWN!" Celestia roared, her loud voice echoing through every chamber in Canterlot.

Luckily no one was in the city to know.

But before Silver could answer, a large crash came from the door down below, and before I knew it, Its were here. The It, remember them? The creatures of ice made from actual animals, yeah, time to say hi to them again.

And thank you.

Their voices were distorted as they garbled nonsense, but one thing was obvious, they weren't hear to help Silver Shine.

Their icy parts were melting, you could see them dripping. Their cold hearts melting too, realizing who did this to them, Silver Shine.

Before any pony could blink, three of them had restrained her, two grabbed her legs, one to each pair, hind or front, and one grabbed her horn.

Before any pony could do anything, the one It snapped her horn off. Jagged pieces clung to her head.

That's gotta hurt.

She screamed and howled, and Celestia looked down on her, and spoke,

"What am I going to do with you?"

Oh boy.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 26th, Year 2013

Celestia has come to a conclusion on what to do to Silver Shine, she wont tell any pony what just yet.

"You'll see. Or maybe not. . ." She trailed off, looking up at the sky. She quickly melted her sister, and melted her out of her icy prison. They talked, with Shining Wings by their side. A few retorts from him, before he nodded quickly, looking over at me.

I'm so confused, it's funny.

They came back, and Celestia nodded over to Shining quickly, then to all of us.

"This may confuse you. . .But we need you all to forget."

I doubt she means every pony, right? I can still remember, right? She offered us food and drinks before she said that, and now I'm not so sure I should have eaten the oats, I feel funny and I can't finis-

February 27th, Year 2013

I woke up to a slight headache this morning, Journal. For some reason, my bones ache and I feel as though someone flashed a very bright light in my eyes. It kind of hurts to blink. Perhaps my sister did, when she was checking up on me. I have bandages everywhere on me, so she must have checked.

I found it odd to see it was February, it felt as though just yesterday it was November 30th. School must have been really, really fun!

Oh, and we got a new member today! Her name is Silver Shine, she's really pretty. She's kinda shy though. . .She has a mane like gold and a coat like silver, and she's REALLY good at flying. Like, Rainbow Dash good, but not as fast.

She puts silver and gold dust on her wings, takes off, and all you can see is a blur of. . .Well, the best way to describe it is beautiful, so a blur of beautiful!

Oh, and Journal, I had a weird dream last night. Some pony with fake wings told me something, I forget what it is. I even forget what the pony looked like, must have been a worthless dream, huh?

Every pony seems to be confused about the dates, and how Spring is nearly upon us. Did we skip Winter? There's ice everywhere, or was. It's gone now.

It's gone now, like December. Like January and now, most of February.

I looked back at the pages before this one, but none of them made sense. An evil Ice Princess? A hoard of. . .It? I must have been writing a story, it sounds and seems as though that's the only sensible explanation.

Oh well.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 28th, Year 2013

I was out Crusading, when a member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders: Manehattan came up to me. His name's Loli Pop. He already has his Cutie Mark, but wants to help others find their mark He asked me a peculiar question,

"Will you be my. . .Marefriend?" I said yes, of course. He's not too shabby, but his silver mane doesn't really match his blue coat. He's really nice towards every pony else, greets everyone equally. I wish you could meet him, Journal!

We crusaded for hours, jumping rope, skipping stones, playing basketball, it was really fun.

But there was one odd part. One part that seems to cause me a great sadness when I think of it, but a searing stone of happiness when I think of the pony.

There was a stallion across the river we were skipping stones. He had a guard uniform on, I couldn't tell who he was, but he made my heart leap in bounds. He had metal wings, must have had a horrible accident. He looked like he should have been a plow horse.

He looked at his sister, and she waved to him,

"Big Brother, hi!"

She sounded excited as she whispered over to me,

"He's a Royal Guard. Really important!"

When I turned back to look at him, he was looking straight at me. Into my eyes, actually. As if he was trying to see into the windows of my soul, like I was hollow. But I wasn't, and he seemed disheartened by that, he closed his eyes.

He didn't find what he was looking for.

I didn't think he would.

Soon it was getting late, and the other ponies wanted to play basketball, so we left. I was the last one, nosing the remaining stones into the river, where we got them from, where they belonged. Just as I turned to leave, I was him. The Royal Guard. Shining Wings.

He looked back into my eyes, a great sadness in his eyes that said, 'I will never forget, but it seems as though you have.'

Princess Celestia came and wrapped a wing over him, telling him it was time to get back to the castle, and then he

whispered, so softly I barely heard it,

"I will always return to you."

Odd.

Well Journal, after basketball we couldn't see our hooves in front of our faces. I'm writing this as I lay in bed, trying to forget that stallion who whispered to me, his eyes saying he had witnessed horrors beyond me.

I don't think I'll need you anymore, Journal. I'm not sure yet.

Your Friend,

Babs Seed