Morning Star's face paled considerably. Before he could try to explain himself, Celestia held up her phone and tapped the screen as his conversation with Dingo played. She placed the phone down and took another slow sip of her tea. Morning Star couldn't move as he stammered out.

"I-I-I can... W-Well... Th-That isn't..."

"Shhh..."

He silenced himself at the soothing hush as Celestia calmly stood up. His fear was not set in the fact that he was caught by his Aunt, but that she'd be involved a world he knew she had nearly no defense against. For most of if not all his life he had been under her care and protection. Now, it was his turn, but this would make things difficult.

"I want to know the full context of this conversation and where you've been going, what you've been doing, to have you be like this. Are we on the same page?"

"Aunt Celestia, please, I'm doing it this way for a-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!"

He flinched back at her shouting. Whenever she scolded him, the rare few times she ever did, Morning Star always felt as if the whole Earth shook from the force of her voice. She spoke in a low voice then, near a whisper, attempting to not do anymore than she had to.

"The only thing I want to hear right now, is who. Where. How. And why, Morning."

She held out another item that made his eyes go wide. A document file he had received just a week ago, an autopsy for his mother's car accident, and the details that were cut out.

"Where did you get this? Was it also from that sleazy sounding scoundrel?"

"... No. It was somewhere else."

"And where was that, Morning?"

"... From an official government facility."

"And how was it obtained...?!"

"... I stole it."

"And how was that? What are these things I'm hearing about, Stands, Dr. Kujo... Gangs?! Do you realize how bad this all looks?! How utterly terribly it all IS?! I hope so because it's worse than that!"

"You want me to explain everything, right? That's why you went through my things in my room?"

She set the document down as she began to take deep breaths to compose herself.

"Once I had found this I stopped searching in hopes you'd finally be able to tell me everything yourself. Are you?"

Morning Star looked down to his feet in great thought. Celestia was the last person he wanted involved in all this, yet he knew it would be a matter of time, she was far too involved into his life to not catch onto his investigation.

"I'll tell you everything that I've done, if you tell me about Mother and Father first. Everything you can recall. No details left out."

"And what if it's not what you want to hear? What if it's something you won't believe? I hate to say it Morning, but truth is stranger than fiction!"

"Then Just Say It!"

He raised his voice at her as they stared each other down. It seemed that they'd be at each other forever, not one backing down until the other falls, and Celestia would not concede. Thus Morning Star silently went to his room, and Celestia to hers... However while she slept, he remained awake and awaited at the right opportunity. This ability he had unlocked at an early stage of his life, this gift or innate trait he inherited from his bloodline, the Stand. A manifestation of his inner self, a psychic image that displayed all who he was, and yet few he has met were able to ever see it. To see him. Even as his Aunt slept, he could not afford her to see all of him, not yet. He had little to lose, and this woman was what little he had to hold dear, Celestia was what allowed him to remain what believed was human. He had picked the lock to her door easily and snuck into the to for her closet. He had seen it a few times, hidden away was a small safe. This tiny compartment held what he needed, the story of his origin, his mother's diary. There was but one problem... The closet doors themselves. Celestia would at times sleep with a window open for fresh air and a place for sunlight to shine in. On windy nights such as tonight, her closet doors would move and creak. He only ever knew as he'd hear her complain about in the past. He decided to go open the window as insurance, but gasped as the floor itself creaked under his feet as he made his way. Frozen, he watched Celestia intently as she mumbled in her sleep. With a quiet sigh, he made careful steps forward, and used his Stand to lift him slightly as a means to make his steps lighter. He opened the window with a soft breeze hitting his face. The moon was coming in, halfway. He wasn't here for stargazing though, and quickly made his way to the closet. With agonizing patience, he was able to slip one open before a creak was uttered. His head snapped to Celestia who rolled in her bed and now faced him. Morning Star began to sweat a little as he felt time was of the essence. He glared down at the sage's lock and used his Stand.

"[ Gold Experience ]...!"

With a touch, as well as the touch of his Stand, he had the amazing ability to give inanimate objects Life. Real Life. To become sentient thinking creatures of flora and fauna. With this power he turned the lock into mere vines and opened the safe. At last, all that he had sought out was in his grasp. Then, a strong breeze came in, and his insurance worked against him as the other closet door creaked open. Celestia's eyes flew wide as Morning Star stood up with the diary hidden behind him.

"Morning...!? What're you doing in here...?"

She rubbed her eyes as his Stand had already began to work. The lock on the now closed safe had returned as Morning Star put on a guilty expression.

"... Admittedly, I wanted to look for more clues, but rather than answers I found this."

He held out a small chipmunk that glanced around. Celestia huffed as she got herself out of bed.

"You and your touch with nature... Oh, Morning."

She pulled her nephew into a hug with a solemn voice as she squeezed him tightly.

"I know it's difficult... I'll be there for you if you just let me help you. Please... I care for you too."

He hugged back and nodded slowly.

"I know, Auntie. You mean so much to me..."

He was then sent off to bed. As he closed and locked the door behind him, the chipmunk shifted and molded back into it's original state as the diary. He had no time, he had to learn everything, now. As he read the words, he could almost hear her voice speak to him...


Dear Diary,

Celestia has taken it upon herself to take the two of us out of the country for this summer's trip. Sisterly Adventure she calls it. Who am I to dash her excitement... And the fact she bought the tickets ahead of time.


There was a pause a Morning Star rolled his eyes with a groan. He related somewhat to that.


Even now I find myself groaning at her actions. I had rather hoped she asked my own thoughts about it, but knowing her, she'd have me go anyhow. It was to Egypt of all place. Why there? I'm not quite sure myself. The afternoons are blistering and nights are freezing from what I've read... But perhaps if people can live there for thousands of years, what haen could a simple vacation be?


He turned the page and raised a brow as a number of words caught his attention, but he'd start from the top.


Dear Diary,

I met someone today. He was like out of a fairytale. Or dare I say, an erotic novel? I feel a bit odd saying such an obscene thing but, he truly was. I never met a man like him. Despite my earlier statement, he was quite the gentleman, though it was rather late in the night, we took a stroll into town. He seemed like myself, and yet he seemed so distant. He knew so much of the history and people here in Egypt. He then asked about me and I... I was so rude. I was defensive, I have had men try to burrow themselves into my life before but... This man had not even gave me a name. Was I wrong? I hope... I pray I see him again."


Morning Star blinked a few times as he began to wonder. He turned the page as his eyelids lowered from exhaustion and the content within the page.


Dear Diary,

I have never felt this way before. It has been but a week since our stay in Egypt, and each day The Stranger appears late at night where I met him. The way he walks entices me, how he beckons me close, how talks to me not as a tourist or a lost girl, but as a woman. He treats me like royalty, not by merely showering me in praises, but by merely being who he is with me. He makes me feel light enough to fly. This night, we did just that. Fly. I thought him more than man before, and now as I tremble in fear I find myself ever more excited. Ever more yearning for him. When we talk, we talk of things like life, the rules of man and society. We disagree, as well as agree on many things, but most of all we respect each other. I believe that is what draws me to him. He respects and accepts me... I want to do the same for him. I usually write at the end of the day but this one time, I write before I rest, for once in my life. With a man by my side or rather an angel. He has given all of himself to me. So I shall now do the same.


His chest felt a little heavy as he read the last few sentences. The next page surprised Morning Star as it was hastily written with stains of some kind. His own eyes widened soon.


Dear Diary,

Celestia was right. I was a fool. I've been a fool falling for a monster's trap. He had invited me to his palace. It used to be a food market, but he had bought out the establishment. From inside I heard odd things and came to an odd sight. A horrible sight. A woman no older than myself, choked by him, his fingers deep in her flesh as she became a husk. He then looked to me, but I had ran at that point. I knew he saw me. His gaze was that of icicles being rubbed against my neck when I least expected it to. Celestia warned me time and time again when I told her about him. She stayed up all night with me as we prayed he'd not arrive. We're planning on leaving at noon after being lucky enough to see the sun.


Morning Star raised a hand to his face as he visualized the act. Was this for real, was this what Celestia tried to keep from him? He turned the page and continued on.


Dear Diary,

I tried to sleep in the morning as planned. Celestia was in her room and left me alone as we packed. What I not realized was that he was there the whole time. With us in that room. From midnight to the dawn. I nearly screamed, but was silenced in my fear, silenced by his soft subtle touch. A hand on my own as he brought us closer together. Lost in those eyes of his, I believed it was the end. His arms wrapped around me as our faces were mere inches apart. Then, he released me, and spoke. "If you hate what I am, than I understand, but if you hate me then leave me. Only know, that you are the one woman I think worthy of my time." He turned away from me. I had never felt so. Torn. There was no reason to not leave him, and so I did. I write this now as I ride the plane home with Celestia. She doesn't know about this. She doesn't know how far the relationship I had with him went. I feel like a fool now, as I think back on that night I shared with him, but I know I'd do it again if given the chance. Not for the secular pleasure. The feelings and thoughts, the desire for him were real, and as this book holds my innermost thoughts. I still hold these desires for him. Many would call him a monster and I would never deny these claims, but he had his chance to end me and my sister's lives, and he did not for my own sake.


Morning Star looked off to the side in thought. He wanted believe something he knew wasn't there, but he was relieved somewhat, relieved that someone had love in what made him. That he was something more than a simple bastard. Yet at the same time, it really was what he was. He flipped through the pages until he found an odd entry on the last page.


This is for my child, my Morning Star, I don't know how old you will be or where we are when you read this. I hope that if you've not heard it from me, that Celestia told you herself, your father was not a good man. I learned what he was and fled, and when I found I was pregnant with you, I was more than frightened. Celestia had little to say, we were in a bit of chaos... But when I saw your face I knew I made the right decision. With what little time that has passed as you learn to walk on your own, I fear for the day you grow curious enough about your father. For whatever stories we spin, nothing will match the truth, and yet I want nothing more than to be that with you. Truthful. Your father was the darkness I am to bear for all my life, as you and Celestia are the light I am granted to enjoy, to bask in your warmth. I write this now for the future as a reminder to myself, and to you, in our most dire of times. When it seems there's no one to turn to, that we have each other, and I will always love you. I cannot wait to see the kind of man you will grow up to be.


Morning Star held the diary in one hand as he slept with a single tearstained cheek. The wounds on his body, the wounds that were deeper, and the clouded thoughts he had as he read fell away as exhaustion took him. However, even exhaustion couldn't stop the beat of a crying heart. Crying for the truth and justice of a woman who gave her all for him. He learned very little of his father, but what he had gained was newfound determination for his goal. The sunlight peering in from the outside as the Sun rose for a new day...