Moon Diary III
By Satriark

John Bluefield slammed his fists against his hardwood table desk.
Searing pain shot forth from his wrists, but he barely felt it. Sweat beaded his forehead and his hands shook as he sat glaring wide eyed at the computer screen.
His password cracking program furiously scanned through all possible numbers and letters, trying desperately to crack open an email address for its master.
John was a top member of an internet based group called Anonymous, specializing in freedom protests and hacking. He was also the founder of the website www.mareonthemoon.com, a website for gathering all information on the fabled Mare on the Moon.
Three years ago archeologists made a startling discovery in vast forests of South America.
An extremely ancient city was found, dating back at least forty million years. Most of the city was destroyed and overgrown; the only thing left standing was a castle that stood hidden on a nearby mountain.
A dig site quickly erected around the area, and it made worldwide news. Many books and writings were found, though all in an ancient language.
Large framed pictures, preserved in glass hung proudly from the ancient walls of the castle. Horse looking beings filled the pictures, and told the tale of a magnificent race that once ruled the planet.
Dubbed Equestrians, these beings could write, build and socialize. Physical proof of Equestrians was never found in the castle, no ancient remains or anything. But, this was the first sign of intelligence other than humans ever found.
The Amazon in which the castle was discovered was combed for any other Equestrian ruins, any other towns or cities. None were found.
The search went quiet for one and a half years, until the next major discovery was found.
A massive bunker was found deep underneath the castle that was discovered in the Amazon a year earlier. Spanning miles wide and long, this was the largest underground complex that has ever been built.
Millions of Equestrian skeletons filled the bunker, hiding under ancient tents and beds. A large tunnel that once led to the surface was plugged with volcanic rock and ash. Some of the skeletons had horns atop their heads, and others had wings on their bodies. Named Unicorns and Pegasi after the old legends, these skeletons were brought out and studied deeply. Nobody knows why the Equestrian Race hid in the bunker, except that their reason was genuine.
All other remains of the Equestrian civilization were erased from the face of the planet in a massive extinction event named the Day of Fire.
The Day of Fire was thought similar to the extinction event that killed the dinosaurs, if not the same one.
After physical evidence of their existence was found, the Archeologists turned their attention to deciphering the ancient books of the castle. This is where the legend of the Mare on the Moon came from.
In the top room of the castle, thought to be where royalty once stayed, a book filled with notes and pictures was discovered.
The pictures told a tale of two sisters who ruled Old Earth, and could summon forth the sun and moon using their horns as a sort of magic device.
The Equestrians played and lived in the sunlight brought forth by one of the sisters, but shunned and slept through the others.
The night sister was insulted and attempted to take over Old Earth under her rule, and bring forth an everlasting night. The sun sister managed to stop her, and banish her to the moon for a thousand years.
Here, the handwriting changed to a scribbled frantic one, and the style of drawing changed also. It was clear that another Equestrian had picked up the book and continued the study.
The pictures drawn by the other Equestrian finished the tale. After her thousand year imprisonment was over, the night sister returned and re-attempted to rule Old Earth. However, she was quickly defeated by six magical Equestrians, and returned to her calm old self.
Seven years later, the night sister’s personality changed and her mind collapsed for unknown reasons.
She began to slaughter mass amounts of Equestrians all over the world.
A worldwide evacuation was ordered, in an attempt to save the race from the extinction. They retreated to the bunker far beneath the castle, one that had been built many years before in case of a disaster.
The pictures and writing ended there, and it was assumed that the author had drafted this before moving to the bunker themselves.

Ding!

John Bluefield was ripped from his memories by a startling but innocent noise that came from his computer.
He snapped his vision up to the screen and pushed his thick glasses up to his eyes.
The password for the email address had been found, and the Hotmail stood open sheepishly on his screen. He whooped in victory and fisted the air.
He quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead and began scanning the inbox for any information regarding the Equestrians.
Shipping invoices, personal emails, government business, schedules, almost everything you could think of except for Equestrian information.
He slammed his hand down onto the keyboard in frustration and put his head in his hands. In his anguish, he struck the refresh key and the inbox flickered and reloaded to reveal another email had just come in.
He squeaked his eyes open and looked at the tile of the new email.
‘FirebirdMissionDetails’.
He frowned in confusion and clicked open the email. The text box was blank, and a lone attachment was the only thing sent. He clicked on the file and the download options screen came up.
LunarMissionTOPSECRET.avi was the file that was quickly forming on his hard drive.
His palms started to sweat and a smirk grew on his face as he waited impatiently for the download to finish.
His bundle of virus protection services scanned the file over thoroughly and gave it the OK. He squeed with joy and navigated to his download folder and clicked open the file, and a clip began to play.