Title: Luna's story about Neil Armstrong Author: AnonymouslyWriting Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/1dY47Gp6 First Edit: Sunday 30th of March 2014 12:39:37 AM CDT Last Edit: Sunday 30th of March 2014 12:39:37 AM CDT August 25th, Midnight Luna’s Bedroom   >Hello, Diary >We are sorry for our informal greeting on such a wonderful night… >But, I wish to remind you of what day today is.. >’Tis the day, when the brave have fallen >When the great, have been reduced to ashes.. >When a friend, is truly, no more… >What I am talking about, is the day of the death of a true friend.. >My only friend, whilst on the moon >Mr. Armstrong >I remember when I first met him, just like it was yesterday.. >I was timid; I didn’t recognize what kind of species he was, until I had assessed his entire body >I have not seen a human in a few thousand years, until then >It was fascinating, to see one after such a long while >I had walked over to him, ever so slightly, until he had noticed me >He panicked, at first, until he saw that I was of no harm >Although, we could not talk to each other, we quickly made friends through simple means >Such as body gestures, and smiling faces >However, I have not seen his face >His mask, that allowed him to survive, had covered his face >He and I played games, yes, but it was difficult to play without audible communication >We didn’t even play games for most of the time; we just walked around the moon >To be honest, Diary, they were the best moments of my life >To have a companion >To have a friend… even if it was for such a short time >When he left, I felt it again… >The anger, the loneliness… >The anger at my sister for leaving me up here >The loneliness of not being able to see another pony’s face >A year after my return, I set my guards to find out everything about man I had met >They located him-and you already know the specifics of how, exactly, they found him, so I shall not waste any time explaining >But, the search had taken longer, than one would’ve liked… >When my guards finally found him… he was dead.. >They gave me information on him, including his date of birth, and date of death >Both in August, coincidentally >… >I’m sorry, Diary >I don’t mean to cry on you, I just… >I’m feeling horrid, right now >I hardly knew this human… yet, I’m crying on you, like a foal would, if she was ripped of her favorite toy.. >I miss him, but I’ve only ever met him once.. >I’ve planned to visit the moon, on the anniversary of his death >To pay my respects to our fallen hero.. >But, for now, royal duties need to be taken care of >Hopefully our next converse won’t be too far apart from this one.. >So, until then, I bid you, adieu.