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// I can barely read entry 8 
// Story: The Diary of Diddy Discord 
// by DreamWings 
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Dear Diary,

I can’t sleep at the minute. The bed in my room is really uncomfortable; not like the one I had at home. My one at home had been ‘specially made for me by Daddy’s friend in his workshop. It had carved edges in the shape of the horse chess pieces on its bolsters, and it was painted in a mish-mash of different colours. I helped Daddy to paint it. I made sure that each little horse was coloured in white; white is my favourite colour…besides rainbow. Is rainbow a colour? I’m not sure.

Anyway, my new bed doesn’t have any of that. It’s all bare and ugly and the mattress hurts my backside when I lie down on it. It doesn’t have the old rainbow bed sheets I had before; just this grey old blanket tucked tightly into the edges of the bed. It took quite a fight to get it loose enough for me to slip under the sheets, and even when I was under I could barely breathe from the pressure it was pushing down onto me. 

I could have maybe slept under there, and I did for a while, but then I had a really scary dream and it made me jump and bang my head against the headboard thing. It hurt a lot. I cried for help but nopony came. I cried even louder and still nopony opened the door. Why didn’t anyone come when I needed them most? Daddy would have if he was there…but he’s not here. The ponies that are decorated like Daddy are here; I saw them at Dinner time. They looked all stiff and lifeless, staring down at every other pony like we were their pets or something. 

The other stallions that sat with me acted like dogs though, they ate their food far too quickly. If I had eaten it like they were Mother would have knocked me round the ear and sent me howling to my room. I soon learnt not to eat without chewing ever again; it was bad manners, Daddy had told me, and that’s why Mother had got cross.  Mother thought a lot of things I did were bad manners; she would have had a shock seeing these other ponies, they would have got more bruises than I had by the time she was through. 

The food was nicer than my Mother’s disgusting healthy food…I guess, but it wasn’t sweets or chocolate milk so I couldn’t get interested in what I was eating. I only ate because I was hungry, and being all alone without anypony I had known all my life just made me even more hungry…I was…I was…Ravaging?...erm…Rabbiting?...erm. Oh, ravishing. I was ravishing (I don’t know what that means but the soldiery ponies said that I was it and it sounds kind of cool when you say it). 

Yes I was ravishing and the guard ponies were really hungry as well. I saw food challenges everywhere. Whether it was who can swallow the slippery slime the fastest or who can fill their mouth with the most cinnamon oat flakes, they all did something. I hadn’t seen such competitions since me and Daddy were alone in the house a few months ago (Mother hated when you didn’t eat her food properly). I missed them; they were the best things to do with food in my view. I had no idea that Daddy had taught all of the other stallions our special games too.

None of the soldiers asked if I wanted to join in with them. In fact, they barely even spoke to me at all while I was there. Apart from telling me some big words that I had to pretend to understand they barely even noticed I was there it seemed. I would have hoped that I would mean something to them, but I suppose grown up colts don’t get the special attention that foals get. 

Speaking of foals, no matter where I looked in the hallways up to my room and the eating area (which they called a ‘Mess Hall’ for some reason. It was actually quite clean) I could see no sign of any other foals being there. I know there must be some because the guards kept talking about a school and fillies and colts, so there must be some foals here as well as the large ponies. But I couldn’t see any anywhere…and I looked for a long time, believe me. I suppose I could leave my room now if I wanted to go and find out but it’s too dark; my eyes can barely see.

You know, there’s only a tiny window in this room and they’ve put it right at the top of the wall so I can hardly see anything out of it. Even though the stars weren’t exactly friendly anymore it didn’t mean I didn’t want to be able to see them; I really wanted to be able to see them. I loved the stars and their shiny…erm…shine, they were so beautiful and magic. My star’s up there as well, and Mother’s, and Daddy’s. I wonder what Daddy’s star looks like now, or if it’s still there. It has to be still there right? It can’t just vanish as soon as he’s gone away can it? I hope not, that star is the only way I know that Daddy is still with me. And he is still with me no matter what mean words Mother used to say about it.

Sometimes I wished I could have stood up to Mother and told her exactly what I thought about her, but the truth is she was actually quite scary and I wasn’t strong enough to beat her yet. It’s the same with that good for nothing Nox and that idiotic Crystal Crown, they weren’t stronger than me maybe, but I’d trusted them and they’d broken that promise.  Daddy always said to forgive and forget and I am trying but it’s hard. Why should they be allowed to get away with hurting my feelings while I have to be moved away? It’s so unfair.

I suppose I can wait until I grow up to beat them. Maybe, if I behave well enough, the stallions here will let me borrow their sharp swords; then Everypony that’s been mean to me will feel the blunt force of my power (Well, I know a sword’s sharp but that phrase sounded cooler in my head). I wonder what all of the ponies in my village are doing right now; having a celebration that I’ve left maybe. I knew they’d never liked me, despite the fact they loved my Daddy, and amazingly, they loved my Mother too.

That bed at the side of the room is annoying me now. I swear it’s telling me to go to bed and go to sleep on it. It’s scary; I don’t like it.

Tomorrow, I’ve been told, that I’m going to a ‘special place’ for the day. I have no idea what they mean by special, I hope they’re taking me to my maze. Maybe if I wander far enough Daddy will be waiting inside and he’ll yell ‘Surprise!’; lift me into his arms and we’d both go off and live happily ever after. Handsome Princes always got happily ever after’s in the story books so it could happen in real life. Daddy said they could be real ‘because the King himself found his true love in that same way. I loved listening to that story as a foal.


I just heard a noise, a scary noise. Oh no!  If one of the guards figures out I’m awake I may not be able to go to the place tomorrow; then I might not get to see Daddy again. I need to get into bed, quickly.

Night Diary.