“Dear diary,
Today was the day we’ve all been fearing. The Changelings have declared war. Conflict is coming to Equestria. I’m scared, but the ministry of defence (up until a year ago, I didn’t even know we had a ministry of defence) made fortifications all along the border, so we are prepared. Princess Celestia was on the radio tonight, in a surreal speech. I had to cover little Rasp’s ears so she couldn’t hear the words Celestia spoke and it felt more like shouting compared to her normal way of speaking. The Princess was furious, I think I’ve never heard her angry before and she was using terms I thought were reserved for warlike creatures like griffons. Promising not to give up another inch of our country and to burn ‘the bugs’. Her words filled me with a mix of disgust and fear. This war is for real and even the Princess was letting it get to her. I pray the Changelings never make it over the border and that they give up and go home.
My husband did not want to speak about it after work. He had to stay late at the city hall. As you know, Vanhoover is close to the Changeling Lands and the council probably had to make all sorts of preparations. The pegasi that I saw fly over today are strong, but I don’t think they can stop the flying war machines that the Changelings made and with which they destroyed Olenia. After work I’ll try and see if I can fit some beds in the basement, just in case. I’ll tell Rasp it is something like an underground sleepover.
Yours Sincerely,
Diamond Harmony”
Closing the small red book and putting down her pen, Diamond sighed as she looked down at the two items. She had bought the diary on a whim when tensions started to rise along the border. It was important to record these events from as many perspectives as possible, so that others might learn from them. Writing like this was new to the Vanhoover jewelleress, who had a hard time sharing her inner thoughts with anyone, let alone consigning them to paper.
“Let’s hope this will be the only entry I’ll need to write.” She murmured to herself, putting the book and her pen away in her desk drawer.
Instead of going to bed, Diamond found herself staring through the window into the night and found herself strangely comforted by the silence and darkness. When the alternative was war, a solemn night didn’t seem that bad anymore. She let a hoof go through her mane, taking a few minutes to just stare into the empty city square outside her window before pulling herself away. It was time to hit the hay next to her husband, tomorrow would be a busy day for everypony.