I went back to my room after the meeting with the Kirin Headmaster to collect my thoughts about what she told me. I walked into the room and passed Summer without saying a word and went straight to my bedroom. I sighed as closed the door and jumped onto my bed to relax and collect myself as my nerves were overreacting with worry. As I laid down on my side, wondering how I was going to tell Summer and the others that our lives were on the line if we didn't leave the country. I felt a body pressed against my side. I opened my eyes and saw Summer, lying beside me with a look of worry on her face, but all I could see was a mare that could become an Alicorn if she pursued that path.

“Winter, is everything alright? You walked in like a puppy died in front of you when you ignored my, ‘hello,’” she said with worry behind her every word, but I couldn't answer.

All I wanted to do was cry and pretend like nothing back at the office happened. All I ever wanted was a simple life where Murphy doesn't make me his bitch. All I wanted was just a simple life where I can wake up and not have to worry about how close I am at dying tomorrow. I just wanted to finish school, hand my Empress title to someone who would fit the bill, and join the Skyguard. I did not want to be a legend that Celestia hates to the point that she would have her guards kill children, just to make sure that it didn't happen! Just when I had a mom that cared for me, it was taken away because Celestia was a fucking coward!

First, she dumped a title on me with a landmass no one wants. Second she ran from her nobles and dumped all that crap on me. Third she put responsibility on my ass because I got a fucking ass tattoo! Fourth she hid behind Luna because I was becoming one of the most fairest rulers of the world and lastly, she wants to kill me because she put me into this fucking position in the first place!

It's not my fault that I got an ass mark that tells me I am good at fighting, that's this stupid world's fault! So what if the magic of the world says that I could become a God? Shouldn't it be her fucking responsibility to make sure that happens without a problem? Last I recall, Twilight Fucked-A-Sparkle became one for making friends! Fucking friends! She knows I have suffered all my life, but no! She just has to add to my shit pile that's now the size of the moon! ‘I...I just wanted to be with Spitfire, to make her proud of me and not have her trying to kill me. Why? Just why? Why is life so hard? Why can't I just kiss the girl and enjoy the sunset? Why does everything bad happen to me? All I ever asked for was to wake up in my lover's arms whispering loving words into my ears? Just...Why?’

I felt arms and wings wrap around me as I rubbed my wet face into her chest. How we ended up like this, I will never know. I quietly cried as she held me close, making me feel as safe as if I was in mother Spitfires arms. I could feel her pet my head in an effort to calm me down, but it was fruitless. All the years of holding back have opened again, showing all my fear, misery, and hardship in the form of eye vomit.

We stayed like this for what the felt like hours, but in reality. We were like this for about a half an hour. In that time, Summer was my shoulder to cry on for once. I didn't mind being the one that you could dump your sorrow on, in fact, I welcomed it. It shows just how much trust you have in that person, as well as show how honest you are with them. Well, that's what I like to believe, but it's a good belief.

I pulled away my damp face and looked Summer in the eyes with a weak smile on my face. She too had a weak smile and proceeded to clean the crap off of my face without breaking the hug. Once she was done, we stared into each others eye, wondering how deep we could see into each others hearts. In a few moments, I felt my heart to slow down to a gentle, warm rhythm. I instantly knew it was Summer and I’s heart syncing, but I didn’t say anything about it as it was as soothing as her deep purple eyes. She broke the moment by closing her eyes and introduced her lips with mine. I blushed in shock as this was our first kiss together, and leaned in, savoring the moment for as long as possible with closed eyes as well.

Sadly, it had to end as much as I didn't want it to. We pulled slowly away from each other. Her face was as red as red could be, and so was mine. She adjusted her position for a moment before snuggled back in her usual spot with her nose nuzzling my neck. I chuckled quietly at how affectionate she was, and pulled her close, thankful that she came to cheer me up in the way I like.

“What's so funny?” she asked warily. I just nuzzled the top of her head with a smile. “Nothing, just happy that you came when you did.” We stayed quiet for a little while, enjoying each others warmth and affection before she spoke up again. “Can I ask what happened that made you sad?” she asked in a worrisome tone. I let out a sigh, knowing this question was going to pop up sometime, but there was no reason yet to tell her the full truth about the exchange between me and the Headmaster. That was going to have to wait until later when all of us were in the same room.

“The Headmaster said some things that brought up bad memories. So don't worry about it, I'm fine now that you're here,” I half-lied, causing her to pull away again to look me in the eyes with an incredulously hurt expression.

“I know there is more to it. The fact that you cried means it's really bad. I know that there is a lot of ponies that rely on you and I know that is stressful, but if she said something that caused you to worry for the worst. Then can't you tell me a bit more to help you carry the burden?” she said solemnly. I felt a pang of guilt well up in my stomach for lying, but I need to in order to keep her safe.

“You are right, there is more, but it involves a few more ponies than just you and I. I won't talk about it until I am ready, and don't worry. You'll find out, eventually, but for know. What's so wrong with me crying? I have to cry sometimes too,” I said with a reassuring smile. She nodded in understanding at the former and spoke in a better mood. “Well, it's just you are so strong that it's scary to see you cry. What would your ponies of your country think of their leader if they found out that you were weak and showed you emotions to them?”

‘They would cry with me,’ I laughed internally, knowing that my cultists would probably burst into tears and try to cheer me up, but that other part was irritating.

“Summer, I'm not strong…” I began to say, causing her to give me a strange look. “...And showing emotion to those around you is not weakness. In fact, not showing your emotions to those around you that you trust, that you would die for, is weakness. Hiding behind a mask puts you in a place where no pony can sympathize with you. It's a dark and horrible pit where no one can help you. A leader who doesn't show what they truly feel to their subjects is a liar, con artist, manipulator and tyrant and that is something I never want to be.” Summer stayed silent for a while, thinking about my words in deep thought while I sighed and wondered if I was a good leader for not being in Arcadia.

“Winter?” she called as I was staring at the wall in an epic, ‘derp,’ face. “Yeah?”

“Where do you learn things like that?” she asked in amazement.

“From the heart, (and hobos who have seen things). Why?” I asked back.

“Then your heart is very beautiful,” she said before pulling me into another kiss that we held a lot longer than the last, and it was ten times more amazing. “Thank you, Summer. That means a lot to me,” I said with soft bedroom eyes after we pulled away, and noticing something that felt strange on our flanks. “You're welcome,” she blushed before we both looked down to our flanks to see what was causing us to feel like we're were melting in pure bliss. What I saw was weird...Well, weirder. I didn't think that my cutie mark could glow, I had to wonder what was causing it. When I looked back at Summer, she had the biggest smile on her face and she was tearing up. I figured she knew what it meant so I asked, clearly confused why my ass was glowing. “What's wrong Summer and why are our butts glowing?”

“I-I-It means w-we were d-destined to be t-together,” she stuttered-cried tears of joy before she hugged me even tighter. All I could do was smile back, learning that fate was being nice to me for once and pulled her tighter too. We fell asleep in each other's arms, happy to know that destiny wasn't a complete asshole.

I smiled as I quietly tuned an electric guitar I found in the music room, making sure that every string had its perfect tone. The events of the day were painful and tiresome but in the end. I learned that fate was being nice to me. I loved how Summer reacted when our ass marks told us that we were made for each other. She had the cutest smile as she tried to murder me with cuteness and snuggles. Never have I seen such affection before. I knew pegasi were like kittens with their partners, but that was easily the most adorable thing I have ever witnessed. Sadly, we had to separate as we had to use the bathroom and Summer had a Club meeting to go to. She gave me a peck on the cheek and said goodbye before she ran off while I walked down to the music room with a stupid grin on my face.

I smiled as I finished tuning the red, six string guitar, and hooked it up to the amp that I found with it. I did a few practice strums, listening in on my work as I tried to figure out how I was hitting the small strings individually despite having a club for a hand. The more I thought about it, the bigger the headache it gave me. So I just dropped it and thought of a song that I knew how to play from my time on the streets with a crappy acoustic.

Just as I was about to play, Stairway to Heaven, a group of ponies walked into the circular white room with hundreds of different instruments strewn about the place for ponies to play. They saw me and decided that I was interesting and walked over.

“So what do we have here? A filly who thinks she can play on the hardest instrument in Equestria? Ha, that's a laugh,” a colt with a sort, red and green mohawk said just as an adult walked in, saw us, and joined the party.

“What's going on here my little ponies?” a stallion with a; dark gray coat and a short and wavy, electric pink mane, said in a light baritone voice. I instantly recognized him as the guy who runs the rock club and gave him a big, innocent smile. “Sup Deepthroat. How's it going?”

“Just tutoring these colts, how ‘bout you?” he asked back, causing the colts to shy away from him.

“Could be better. These colts were teasing me just as I was about to shred this lame excuse for a guitar,” I replied, dooming the colts to the hardass that was; ‘Deep Throat the Penetrator.’

“I see, well, thanks for telling me Empress Rose. These colts won't bother you while I'm around,” he said before he shot an intimidating glare at the colts. “Anyways, care to show these posers how to rock like a god?” he smirked at me.

“Sure,” I smirked back, accepting his challenge. I quickly thought of a song that I knew how to play and began playing it like a boss.

I bobbed my head up and down to the rhythm of the song while I tapped my hoof to the beat. Within seconds, after I started playing, the entire room was filled with ponies watching in awe as I played like a god. After I finished my song, the group erupted in applause while the colts that teased me hid in the background. I gave them a bow as they begged for an encore. I thought of another song as I stood up from my seat and began to play another round.

I yawned as I walked back into room 69, tired after the small concert I did in the courtyard. It wasn't until my twenty-fifth song that the crowd of a few hundred had called it a night. After my second song, I had to move out into the courtyard to play due to the fact that the music room wasn't meant to hold that many ponies. I was also quite surprised to find that there was a small stage waiting for me, as well as a few more amps. I, however, quickly learned that Maple was the one that set it up, even though she tried to hide it. It was fun, and I got to have an audience of the entire school again. So all in all, music magic is still ridiculous and I got to rock out for a while.

I walked into my room to get out of my clothes and to apply that cream I bought yesterday, but what I found was terrifying. My entire room was destroyed! All my posters ripped off of the walls, my desk raided and my toy box emptied. I quickly checked to see if my personal diary was touch and I was relieved that it was still in its place, hidden within the wall behind the desk. I did a double check to make sure it wasn't read with a rune spell Umbra made for me. I let out a sigh of relief to learn that it wasn't even opened, let alone touched. I sat on my haunches and wondered who could have done this?

I knew for a fact that my roommates would never do this, even as a joke. Whoever came in here was looking for something. Something that I definitely would never have near me. The only thing that this pony was looking for must have been the other diary that the Headmaster forced me to write in. Everything else was left alone except for my ruined posters. I let out a groan of annoyance as I had to clean up this mess. Just as I was about to clean up, I activated the self-destruction rune on my personal diary and watch it turn to into a pile of ash as a safeguard if the thief came back, looking for seconds, and cleaned my room knowing that someone was out to get me.

“Yo Win-what happened in here?” asked the only voice that belonged to Maple. I turned around just as I finished putting away all my toy's to great her. “Ah, ‘ya know. Someone broke in and tried to steal something that wasn't there. Just the usual crap,” I said nonchalantly as I went back to cleaning

“So ah...Need any help?” she offered politely. “That would be wonderful,” I replied. With Maple's help, we finished cleaning my room before the others arrived back to the dorm. I was happy that Maple helped without questioning on what the thief was looking for. Once we were done, we left the room and joined Summer and Aria in the dining room for pizza, never speaking a word about what happened in my room.