thepeachfairy

Mmmmm, I mumbled aloud as I took a sip of my steaming coffee. It was dusk, and fading into an inky-purple twilight, and today I had no calls, no mysteries that needed to be unraveled; just a long day of relaxation and, frankly, doing a little well-needed house cleaning. Yep, so far, my day has been perfect. I was just about to flip on the tv and watch stupid soap operas, when somepony knocked on my door. Great. I thought, someone coming to ruin my holiday. I wonder what’s been stolen. “Lyra, please come, it’s very important,” the voice at the door said. It was definitely a mare’s voice, and had a Southern accent

19th day of the 8th month, in the 1,000th year of the reign of Princess Celestia Dear diary, I am new at this, as are you, for I have never had a diary before, and you have never been used. Maybe I should write about how I got you, let me think, it all started when Mother bought a box of used books, and I was looking through them when I found an empty book, with no words in it, and mother said I could have it. I took the book into my room and got ready to write when I found a piece of paper sticking out of the top of my book. It was a letter. It said: My dear, sweet, Colorsplash, It is hard for me to be seperated from you for so long, be