Entry: 01

7:08 PM

I lay back now, on a big, fluffy bed with a heart straining warmth creeping up my chest. After all of my adventures here, I have finally decided to record my experiences here in Equestria. Well, it was mostly Luna's idea, because one day it might actually become a book, she said. I agreed, for I often found myself walking around the castle mumbling to myself in sheer and utter boredom. I also find it very calming to express my feelings into this journal, for I don't need to hide my fears here, this was my domain.

Maybe now, I can finally find peace. For the first time in many months, I feel as if I can actually relax, loose some tension. You see, as peaceful as Equestria is made out to be, many unthought and gruesome evils have been committed here, by good and bad ponies. I am not proud to say that I was one such pony, or person. I have excuses though. I did it to protect these colorful ponies from their ultimate death, by request of the Princesses themselves.

Long before my arrival here, I fought in a war. A very hard fought war, bloody and tiresome. Many of my closest childhood friends were killed, and I almost suffered the same fate. My right leg was tore to shreds, hanging on by a slim piece of tissue. The doctors said that it was beyond repair, and I had it amputated. My new bionic leg glittered in the moonlight, making me hint a smile. I was proud of my leg, I didn't need to hide it. I wore it everywhere I went, not like I had a choice. Although with drawbacks, it does increase my stamina and speed, for it isn't real and it doesn't strain like a normal leg would. But we're getting off track.

I have a feeling that this journal alone won't be able to contain the amount of words I need to put into paper, so expect multiple volumes in the near future. I would really love my computer right now, so I could maybe post it on fimfiction. Strangely, I actually got Internet connection the first time I used my laptop in Equestria. But now the precious machine is lost somewhere in a large cavern that I have absolutely no intention of returning to. Maybe I could actually get a search party from Celestia to look for it, although she probably wouldn't be happy for endangering her guards for something as simple as that. Meh, I will ask her in the morning.

Oh, maybe I should explain my relationship with the sun goddess. I won't go into much detail, but we had something going, and she pissed me off, bad. She knows it too, and tries to avoid me as much as possible, despite my pleas for friendship.

Speaking of relationships, that Wonderbolt, Spitfire, apparently had something for me too. I told that crazy mare that I would have none of it, for various reasons, including her weird desires....eww. Anyways, as much as I would love to ramble on about my life, I refuse for that's what this very journal here is for, and I've already used up a few pages.

Closing down this pre-writing, I would like to thank you precious readers for viewing this, if you ever do. Like always, I am not sure if Luna was serious about the book thing, but I'm not taking my chances. Last few things, I would like to inform you, before I forget, I was a brony before all of this. A closet brony, I never told anyone, as if I had anyone to tell. I haven't told these silly ponies about the show either, and I don't think I ever will, that's one piece of information I shall keep within my head forever.

Whoa, rambling ensues.

I would like to present you,

The Entries of Cyrus.

I had just finished my rounds at the local shooting range, and was drinking at the nearby bar I as a regular at, when my phone buzzed. I slipped the now illuminated phone out of my jeans pocket, and toke note of the small, blue bubble on the screen. My slight depression was lifted for a brief moment when I realized, or was reminded, that the newest chapter of my favorite fanfiction was just published.

I jammed my fingers onto the virtual buttons, opening the phone with a familiar click. The homepage of fimfiction.net was automatically displayed on the screen, and it quickly transferred to the new chapter. I reached for my shot, and downed it with one gulp, slamming it onto the table with a satisfying bang. With the liquid quickly burning down my throat, I leaned back I to the both and started reading. I shouldn't bore you with details, but I will give you some insight, because this is what I did in my spare time. The story started when a human was shot and killed. He was transported to Equestria where he met up with the princesses and got a Job in the royal guard. Eventually, he strikes romance with Celestia. That's where this chapter starts.

I ordered another beer as I continue reading. Scrolling my finger constantly, I found myself on the edge of my seat, eagerly anticipating the clop that was about to come. I know, I'm a sick bastard, but hey, it is really interesting. The waiter eventually came by, and set my drink on the table, but I didn't notice. Eventually, the chapter ended, unfortunately right before the good stuff. I closed my phone, and slipped it back into my pocket. I turned my attention towards the now lukewarm beer sitting in front of me, and my prolonged depression looms over me again.

You see, it wasn't because I had a biotic leg, no it was far from that. I was actually quite comfortable with my robotic leg, often times preferring it over my now long lost real leg. And it's not because of lack of friends either. I had a few good friends, that's all I needed. Four quarters and ten dimes are the same thing right? No, it wasn't that. The problem was loneliness. As I have said before, I had friends, but what I lacked was a girl of my own. It left a large hole in my chest, leaving me feeling happy, but not completed. If you will, it feels....hollow, empty almost. It's not that girls would look at me and call me ugly, but more so my biotic leg, and my pickiness. As expected, a fair share of women turned away in disgust once they have noticed my leg. And I wasn't exactly rich either, so that didn't sit well with girls. And my pickiness, yes, my hard yearning for a girl with a good personality. But unfortunately, that was as rare as diamonds. So, I abandoned my search for someone to share my life with, and I eventually found myself watching My Little Pony. But that is a tale for another time.

I payed for my drinks, and slid out of the leather booth, leaving a few dollars in thanks to the waiter. I walked out of the bar, instantly being smashed with a wave of snow and cold air. I shivered slightly, but smiled non the less. Winter was by far, my favorite season, for the days lasted shorter and the nights lasted longer. I glanced up at the now full moon, smile growing wider as the gleaming beauty shined ever brighter in the darkness surrounding it. I always admired the night, as I did for a certain Moon Princess. I turned down from the moon, continuing the rather lengthy walk to my car. As I drew nearer, I reached into my pockets, and fumbled with my keys. I drew them out, and hung my hand lightly at my side.

I trekked through the snow covered parking lot, before finding the turn towards the direction of my car. Treading snow, I approached the alleyway in which I had placed my vehicle. The snow slogged as I drew nearer, and a disgusting, but familiar scent littered the air. I sniffed a deep breath...weed? Odd, normally this part of town was civilized enough to smoke inside, of the people smoked here at all. I escorted myself around a line of cars, and glanced towards the ally. A group of three teenagers stood or sat around a large variety of drugs, inhaling or smoking them deeply. I couldn't blame them, this was one of the more secluded areas of town, and police never came back here.

I sighed inwardly, and sauntered around the corner. At first, the druggies paid no mind to me as I walked down. But when they realized that I was coming closer, their heads popped up. The light from nearby street lamps confirmed the drugs by revealing their deeply bloodshot eyes. A specific delinquent stood out from the rest. He bore a leather jacket, adjourned with chalky white skulls. On his waist he was clad in heavily ripped denims. Near his groin area, a large budge erected from under his shirt. This one stood up, but had to grab the wall for support. These guys were clearly drunk off their asses and very, very high.

As I was about to brush past them, the other two stood up, and joined their brother in blocking my path. I looked around, noticing the distinct lack of people, and cars for that matter. I cleared my throat, "Excuse me fine gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to let me gain access to my vehicle?" I announced, trying to sound pleasing but also threatening at the same time. The man with the ripped jeans snorted, a cloud of white mist dispersing from his nose.

He looks at me, as best as he can with his bloodshot eyes, "I d..don't thinkkkk so....man, this is our...spot...dude..." He said in a very high pitched and scratchy voice. Before I could respond, he stumbles again, falling flat on his face. His friends make no attempt to help him up, as he starts to surface from the snow. He uses the wall again to right himself, and I cleared my throat again, grabbing his attention.

"I won't ask you nicely again, move the fuck out of the way!" I advised, making a move to brush past them. As I neared them, one of the goons on the right shoved my shoulder back, and the man who spoke before did so again.

"We can't have that...dude." He said groggily, almost falling again. As I recovered from the shove, my eyes widened in shock as the man pulled out a small revolver. I stepped back nervously, "Hey Hey! Whoa, I'll leave, just keep the car, Kay? I won't cause you anymore trouble!" I tried to convince, a nervous smile plastered onto my face. The high boys face gets scrunched up in confusion, maybe considering the offer. His feet shifted nervously, or maybe in anticipation. My blood turned ice cold, and I stopped in my tracks as I heard an all too familiar click come from the teens direction.

He aimed the revolver at me, and addresses me in a heavily slurred voice, "N..no d..dude...". I spun on my heel, and ran for the bar. I heard a bang behind me, and a buzzing sound whizz past my head. I ducked behind a car, and preened my ears. I heard muffled footsteps leaning in my direction. I ventured a peek around the bumper, but retracted my head as a bullet whizzed by, lodging into the snow. I cursed to myself and ran around the back of the car, making a line towards the bar.

Just when I thought I was home free, another bang pierced the air, and a familiar heat rose from my lower chest. I stumbled to a stop, clutching my chest. At first, there was a strong numbness. Like a million bees buzzing, gently rocking the Earth. I looked down at my hand, and found it dripping in blood. I brought my other hand up, and found the same results. I gasped for air, but was only meet with a scratchy wheeze. And then the pain hit. My nerves finally reacted properly, and I recovered from the shock. I don't know how, but I found myself on the ground, clutching my chest in agonizing pain. As I lay there, I continuously tried to breath, but found my lungs unresponsive. My head felt light and dizzy, and my eyes felt as if they were going to explode.

I gaze upon the starry night, my vision blurring. Just when I was going to close my eyes for the last time, I saw a faint twinkle from a distant star. I spread a struggled smile, and closed my eyes.

I wish for a new life, and a second chance.

A bright light erupted, clearly evident through my closed eyelids. I took a deep breath, and drifted into unconsciousness. Wait, a deep breath!? My last thoughts drifted away as a sea of sirens in the distance, and a bright light took over my senses.

And I feel asleep for the last time.