Dear Diary,
Daddy never did come home and the more and more I wished, the more the stars blinked at me in confusion. None of them seemed to want to talk to me anymore.
Mother doesn't talk to me much either. She doesn't talk to anypony at all. She just sits on the couch drinking grown-up drinks and staring at the wall. That wall used to be pretty; decorated with pictures and the sparkles of my Daddy's shiny medals that we were all proud of. It was a happy wall back then. Now it just glares at us with fading colours and dull silver stuff. It just can't be happy without Daddy here to cheer it up.
I should have guessed that Mother would do what she did. After all, she never really did love me even when Daddy was here with us; she only put up with me because she could see that it made Daddy happy for us to get along. I'm actually surprised she put up with me for as long as she did. I wouldn't have if I were her.
She did it when I was asleep so I wouldn't notice. I must have been asleep for a long time because I didn't even know where I was when I thought I'd woke up. The whole big wide Equestria was pitch black and everything was in darkness. Even the stars refused to come out and do their recent taunting dance in the sky.
The sounds and smells were all there though; tons of them, all of different kinds. At one point it was sweet and nice (like the perfumes Daddy used to buy for Mother) and the next moment it would smell like the garbage dump just outside our village. It was horrible. Mother hated bad smells; always complaining she had a sensitive nose, so I couldn't figure out why she would come to that horrible, dank and dark smelling place.
Every now and again whatever I was riding in would go over a massive pothole or something and I'd shoot upwards into the air and them come down crash, bang, whollop onto the seat again. My bruises got bruises with all the bumping and jumping. Mother didn't care though, she just carried on walking to wherever she was taking us.
Wherever we were going it seemed to be taking a really long time to get there. And when I say really I mean a really, really, really, really, really, long time. Equestria could have been created four times over in the amount of travelling we appeared to be doing.
It's really boring sitting still in darkness. There's nothing fun or exciting or good about not doing anything. It was like a rubbish version of Blind Colts Bluff that was going on for far far too long. I know Daddy always said that the 'joy was in the journey' bit it's not when you haven't got anything to do. Anything would have been good enough. I don't like being bored, it always makes me sleepy with its dullness. I was bored and...well you could easily guess: I fell asleep.
A large noise woke me up and I shot out of my seat. Light flooded into my eyes and noises filled my ears. There was ponies....lots of ponies...but no Mother. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad that she had gone and left me in this strange place. I kind of missed her in a weird way. She was the only thing I had left now that Daddy was gone. I cried like a foal, even though I'm mot a foal, I'm the growed up colt of the family.
Ponies stared at me. I didn't like it, being stared at. They looked down on me just like all of the foals back at school had. A hoof fell onto my back and I turned my head.
I was foalish then. When I saw the flash of the armour I thought it was Daddy come back to save me from this horrible town. It wasn't...and it turns out that if you hug a strange Knight stallion then they don't really seem to like you very much. The other Knights sniggered but I didn't. If he wasn't my Daddy then he didn't deserve a hug....Knights also don't like it when you pout and turn away.
He led me....or more dragged me to a big building not too far away...The Knights training place. It was big. Very big. And if that was big then the royal house further up the mountain must belong to Giant Ponies.
The Knights gave me a room, all bare and ugly; not like home had been at all. Then they left me, telling me to be down for dinner by 1900...though I kept telling them that I was sure we hadn't got close to that year yet. I didn't want to wait hundreds of years to eat something even if the Knights could. They ignored me Diary; that's why I decided to write all of this down...And I'll keep writing and writing all of this day and the next until I find somepony who does actually do fun stuff around here. I'll never stop writing...
Well, except now; a stallion just brought in some toy soldiers.
Yay, toys.