I´m scared.

Tomorrow is the big day, her wedding day. Our wedding day I mean. Funny, I can´t never call it my wedding day, it´s either hers or ours. Twilly will probably make fun of me for thinking that way.

She is coming tomorrow too and I can´t hardly wait. Her visits to Canterlot get shorter every week, it´s like she can´t stand a minute away from Ponyville. Guess it can´t be helped, she is no longer a little filly. She has a life of her own and I have to accept that. I just wish things could go a little slower.

Things have been going too fast these past days. Between the wedding preparations and the security measures I have hardly slept more than a couple hours. Cadence must be tired as well. Honestly, I don´t know how she is. We haven´t spoke much lately with both of us running around. I feel terrible letting her do all the preparations alone but those anonymous threats keep appearing. The Princess keeps saying I shouldn´t worry but I can´t help it, it´s my job after all. Maybe we should just cancel the whole thing...

No, what am I thinking? Pull yourself together Shining Armor! You have been waiting for this day for years, ever since the first time that soaked filly appeared in the door, carrying the doll Twilight had lost at the park that day. She was all covered in mud and bruises for digging under the rain, but she didn´t care. All she cared was giving Twilight her doll back. I´ll never forget her smile as she watched Twilight jumping around in happiness.

That´s all I should think off. That smile.

No more worries, no more fears.

Tomorrow is going to be a great day, my wedding day.

*****

I´m scared.

I´m all alone and everything around me is dark and silent. The walls are covered in crystal that work like carnival mirrors, twisting and deforming my reflection. I look like a monster with my mane disheveled and my coat scratched. My whole body is hurt but I can´t feel the pain, I only feel cold.

It´s not the cave that it´s cold, it´s the fear that still haunts me. The fear of watching my own face, not my reflection but my own face; smirking. The terrifying memories of those sick green flames engulfing me and that laugh. That laugh.

I can´t stop listening it, not even by covering my ears. It just keeps echoing across the caves, hiding behind every corner. I gave up on screaming a long time ago and I lost the will to cry shortly after. I have no more strengths to do anything. I just want to crawl and sleep.

I want to sleep and wake up away from this nightmare but I can´t. No matter how many times I close my eyes. No matter how high a number I can count. Every time I open my eyes I´m still in the darkness. I´ve managed to keep track of time, counting the dripping sound of the water from a small leak near me, each drop a second. The mental exercise and the fresh water the only things keeping me sane. The day is almost over, I can tell.

I´ll close my eyes and tomorrow I will wake up in the darkness. There will be nothing but darkness.

No cake, no streamers, no smiling guest or proud family members. Not the comforting voice of my aunt, not Twilight´s cheerful singing. And not the kind eyes of my future husband, those gentle that have been watching me since I was a filly. Those eyes that worried about me, that brighten when I came in the morning and dulled when I had to leave. Those eyes that told so much with no words. I´ll never see those eyes again.

All I´ll see tomorrow will be darkness.