Entry Log 001
Expedition to New Canterlot
It came calmly at first...
A few degrees colder than usual during the winter. Then we lost contact with the Crystal Empire. Nopony sent to investigate came back, and the only one who did died to frostbite before anypony could save him.
After that the early Frost.
The following winter was the harshest yet. The northern third of Equestria and other nations at that latitude were buried under snow and ice, and it took until May for the last of it to melt. It didn't take long for panic to settle in. To see a peaceful race such as ponies act so selfish and volatile... It reminded me of cornered wild animals.
After the initial panic, most migrated to the resource dry south. That didn't go well. Me and the rest of the greatest minds of Equestria put together a plan to safeguard all species. The greater of the next 5 years was spent on 'Project Torchlight' Constructing large coal powered generators in the resource rich north.
After that, the Frost came in with its full strength. The Polar Ice caps extended from the north and south, and drowning a third of the world in sheets of ice and snow. Most of the generators were finished when the Frost was mild, but dozens were either left unfinished or exploded due to the rush. As the 6th summer after the onset never came, many of the northern towns and cities evacuated mostly to the south and a few to the generators up north.
In fact the one me and my merry band of frozen survivors are heading to one close to the Crystal Empire made for those living in Canterlot, but not many joined up. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna said that they could do more good staying instead of coming along, and I can understand. After all it's the reason so many ponies follow and respect them. I can see the generator coming up as I am writing this. With what little planning we had before disembarking, the majority decided that I should be the leader of the city, and that they would call me "The Captain". It doesn't really matter what they call me, and I'm smart enough to see that I'm a dictator. The only reason I'm not protesting is because I'm likely the best suited for the job, and due to a large percentage of our group being ponies. Ponies look up to alicorns like myself for hope, and the power I hold my strong yet agreeable demeanor gained the respect of the other races.
There are a lot of survivors with me. 22 earth ponies, 23 unicorns, 17 pegasi, 13 griffins, 14 zebra ponies, and 26 changelings in which 75 of us are adults. The city of New Canterlot is going to be a safe house for all who can or cannot help. Our main objective is survive, and the bonus of that eventually I hope is thrive in the cold wasteland. I'll write more entries at a future date.
"Sir?" A stallion spoke up.
"Yes Gear Grind?" I replied.
"We're here... We made it,"
"Tell the others to meet by the giant structure in the center of the crater. That's where we will meet up in 1 hour,"
"Yes, Professor" Gear Grind said and scuttled in the snow towards the group.
I looked at the generator that stood in the center of the massive crater. It was one of the first and best generators that were built. I smiled thinking of the toil of those who built it having not been in vain, and that their work had the effect that many died for. I knew with this one structure, we could survive this winter. I thought to myself 'this is it... Our last flame of hope. I'm going to do what I have to do to keep it alight. To grow it into a raging fire that burns away the great winter!'