#593
Summer. Year 3 | Day 1. Evening. Neighagra Falls .

Over the last two years, I've written in a various amount of journals I've kept in the shelves of my room. Away from the sun to keep them from bleaching. It has also been some time since my last journal entry and here, on the third year of writing in these blasted things, I finally married Apricot. We've taken to the home that Idol had provided through his will and thankfully, the place hadn't fallen apart on its own. It has been a grand day and everything has gone great.

My job, despite finally having my wings amputated down to nubby stumps, has increased in it popularity. My sister only offers me traditional routes through Clackerton and far more dangerous deliveries. Sometimes I feel guilty that I'm might be getting off easy. She says it's due to my current state of body. I bring the staff with me for those longer deliveries and use Yukon, my eagle who's grown as big as a small house, as a form of transportation. It's more than made up for my lack of taking care of him when we met. Sometimes I think he has my uncle's personality, quiet and quirky. Apricot always worries about both of us.

In other news, Twilight has finally found a proper suitor. I'm going to her castle tomorrow as part of a dinner. It's an approval thing of sorts. Funny that she would find this guy stumbling about Ponyville, dazed and lively. Pretty charming too from what I hear. On a related note, the rape that she had gone through a few years ago, she has almost completely recovered from. She most assuredly won't forget about the incident, I don't think anyone would be able to. She'll likely get flashbacks too, like I do with that. Celestia, Applejack, and I are the only ones she's spoke to about it. When the times come, her other close friends will know. Her family too, of course.

If memory serves me correctly, the stallion and his lackeys were arrested and jailed for other crimes as soon as they were found. Not hard to spot a flash of bright magic in the middle of the night in a rather well guarded area. The case itself was kept relatively quiet and wrapped up rather easily. The curse I put on the unfortunate ass helped spill a lot of his crimes. Anyways, he was put to life in prison and his guards were given the same.

As for our bloodline, Twilight and I decided to keep it a secret, it's unlikely that anyone would find out as it is anyways. While my side had some bad luck, hers had better. Pretty reminiscent of some stories where a beggar is related to the prince of a kingdom. Those tend to teach some strong morals but I won't be diving into that here. Those books can be checked out from a library or heard from others around a fire.

In more recent events, Apricot actually proposed to me. Quite opposite of the usual scenario. Said I was a bit too oblivious to her hints. I feel bad for letting her do that but my busy delivery schedules made it hard to find time for the both of us. Whenever I had time, she seemed to have to go to shows for jewel crafting and how they can be used in fashion. She's made a good living off of it and I'm glad she does. However, one of us will have to stop leaving the house so much if and when we have children of our own.

Father and Busy have been running Clackerton pretty well. They've hired trustworthy individuals that extremely positive track records and recommendations from Celestia and other nobles. It took about a year but it was worth the effort. Clackerton has been fully restored and expanded too. The old house that Dream used to live in was turned into a museum of sorts. It's partly a library due to the study that she had there and the books and chairs are the only things visitors can really touch.

Other than that, I'm still prone to seeing some rather odd things. Almost like I'm able to predict the future or see the memories of others. It's rather irritating and I haven't figured out what keeps triggering them. Relatedly, I can still see the wisps floating around every now and then. The Designer was right about those, every one of them that I've seen have follow me to their recipient. Often the people I delivered something to or someone that I met along the way. It feels good but also kind of strange that these wisps would piggyback on me to get where they need to go.

I only recently started reading into them again. The notes that the designer left behind on them grasped their existence rather loosely at first. As time went on however, he began to see them more clearly. He realized that magic could not exist within the dead, thus it seeped out and dug through the earth. When he became confounded on where it went, he followed the wisps down into what he calls a mantel. A place filled with igneous and molten stone, practically magma. There he remarked a stream of magic that was as intricate as a nervous system, or the roots of a great tree.

Upon further research he learned that the stream flowed up into the higher parts of the atmosphere, largely undetected by the planet's inhabitants. Only a handful of civilizations had residents that could see the streams and the way they worked. Often times, those folks were usually in places of power. War chiefs, great mages, kings, queens, seers, and priests. Every now and then it was an enchanter, dancer, or bard. They often became legends as a result. He theorized that the power among stream-seers, he called them, would slowly dwindle as time went on. He was right about that, noting that the only ones who still could see the wisps and the streams were immortal or those who found a way to tap into the stream.

He found it a remarkable subject but once he found the answers to all of the questions he sought, he went on to researching something else. It seems that even after he had killed off his entire race, he still had work to do. Reminded me of the saying, “A stallion's work is never done.”