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// Journal Entry 7 
// Story: Rumour Has It 
// by daOtterGuy 
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Dear, Mum

It's just us left, me and Spit. Not too surprising as the others had been gradually losing any spirit they had left as time went on. Spit and I both became aware of how far gone they had become when Spit noticed that the others hadn’t been keeping on top of the lights in the atrium. I’d looked to Silver Shilling who had been slumped up against the wall. He just tapped the jars of oil next to him and gave me a sad smile. 

Taking the hint, both Spit and I grabbed all the remaining lights and oil we could then barricaded ourselves in the study. It hurt to watch no one put up a fuss or come with us, but I wasn’t going to force those who didn’t want to try anymore. 

I actually took a quick peek out the door recently and found that the shadows had come right up to the step confirming that we were the only ones left in town. 

Now, we just toil away at plans that don’t go anywhere. We were stuck and couldn’t figure out a solution to our predicament. In a moment of frustration, Spit had even cussed out Lacey for starting this whole mess with the monster. I had to correct him by saying that the monster had got Dust first and that Lacey hadn’t made the monster. She had just been a foal. Spit gave me that weird look again before he finally shook his head and apologized. Said he needed a quick rest and asked if it was okay to lay down next to each other by the desk while he tried to fall asleep.

He’s still slumped up behind me right now. I tried waking him up earlier when I got to start writing, but all he did was mumble something about everything being his fault before going back to sleep. I don’t have the heart to disturb him, not with our current situation, but I’ll have to reassure him that he’d done nothing wrong. I do wish he would wake up on his own soon. I feel really lonely without him.

Still, I’ll let him sleep a while longer before trying again. Won’t hurt any since we’ll both need all the rest we can get before making a run for it. Little worried about how low on oil and candles we are, but I’m sure we’ll be fine. Good night, mum. 


Love, Cross