//The next entry is written in a very rough font. As if the writer wasn't used to write equestrian.//
If the upper line have put you through hell,
Zecora assures you Zombie Sitch is doing well.
Even if she was hit on the head,
She is far from being dead.
For her eyes race of fear so pure,
I fear sleep is her only cure.
The prevent her to join the headless horese,
We have to feed her by force.
When the power of the herbs wear off,
She still convulses by cough.
There is no need to search a grave by the lake,
For soon the little witch will awake.
//The next entry is written in the clear font again, yet with the same ink as the rest of this volume.//
Stitchy, don't leave us alone here. I wouldn't know what to do. Thunderhoofs wouldn't know what to do. Zecora... she'd miss you surely even if I don't always understand her. Even Half Wing wouldn't know what to do!
If you wake up when I am away and read this: he took the big knife from the kitchen. Every evening since he made his entry he goes out to hunt for the wereponies, that attacked us.
He said: “Don't worry big boy. I'll bring you a slice of that cake. Takes more then just one monster to take me out!”
And he returns every morning, pale as the death himself, covered in scratches. I'm afraid he won't stop until he's ether dead, got his revenge or you told him to stop.
Please wake up soon!
//The next entry must have been written with a shaking hoof.//
Oh dear I have such caring friends!
They all were with me, when I woke up. Such worried faces. My head still hurts and I can't focus. Half Wing said, he would hunt this monster down with his bare hoof if he had to. I stopped him. I can't let him get hurt. Fluffy must have been at my side all day and night. Two weeks. Nana Zecora fed me in my sleep, even my medication.
I remember I dreamed all the time. I don't want to remember this dream. I'm still shaking from it.
//The following entries definetly come from the original author again.//
It took me two days until I could sleep again.
Ever since my last day in Canterlot, I haven't slept well due to nightmares. Two weeks. Always the same scenes. The same faces. The same screams. Tears run down my face whenever I'm alone now. I tell my friends the red eyes come from the long sleep.
I feel haunted by the spirits of the guards, as if they would accuse me to have killed them like the rest of Equestria does. I'll never forget them. Never. Not in this life and not in the next.
Fluffy and Half Wing bring me my meals and books.
Nana Zecora told me not to move for at least a week. In couldn't refuse, since I immediately faint, when I try to get up. Whenever Half Wing brings me a warm meal or tea, it tastes burned. This stallion surely can't cook but his heart is in the right place, so I'll be a good filly and eat it all up. I think I'll actually be able to gain a little weight this way.
Ah! Today I finally managed to stand up without fainting.
It feels great to stand on my hoofs again! Even tho my legs are so weak that Fluffy has to assist me all the time. Bloody hell.
You propably red Half Wings entry. I finally managed to decryp his horrible font and language. A pain to my eyes but oh well.
It is true that I do swear like that. But not that often, I hope. Basicly when I get hurt or someponie's acting like they only had air in their sculls. Sighs. Sometimes I believe Half Wing provokes me to use this language. Yet it does feel good to blow off some steam every once in a while.
Another week has passed and the summer is coming to its end.
Here in Everfree there are no pegasi to tell the land, when to switch seasons. As it seems the nature fo the Everfree forest regulates itself. The critters around here don't need anypony to feed them, plants grow on their own and the weather slowly changes from hot to cold.
Today Thunderhoofs payed us a visit. He said, that he got worried, since he hasn't seen me in such a long time. I think that is is way to say, he missed me.
Without thinking for even a second Half Wing immediately told Thunderhoofs about my unconsciousness. Oh dear. Thunder started growling. I never heared him do that in his pony shape. He must have almost lost it. It took me several hours to calm him down again. He was like an enraged foal. An enraged foal, who could crush your bones between its jaws.
When he finally regained his sentience, he began to tell us about the other pack he met: “I had a bad feeling about them from the first smell, the smell of blood. They don't hunt to stay alive. They hunt for fun. Their leader, Roughneck, told us it would be our nature. We'd be 'freakn' predators' and would mollycoddle if we kept eating plants.” His description of the leader felt unpleasantly familiar and judging by Fluffies and Half Wings reactions, my guess was correct. It was the werepony, who strook me unconscious.
I didn't let Thunderhoofs leave until he promised me, he wouldn't hunt for the other pack. In exchange I had to promise, not to go this deep into the forest without him or an other member of the Ore Pack again.
This was the reason he spent the last night together with Half Wing in the other room.
The leaves began to change colour.
Thunderhoofs got injured. He convinced his father to hunt down the other pack. They must have tracked them down to south, cornered them in and I don't actually know what happened. Nopony told me. Thunderhoofs' brother brought him here. And not only him. Oh dear. The entire hunters of the pack. 8 adult mares and stallions. They... I had to stitch them back together. Th house still smells of blood. Thunderhoofs looked the worst. He was barely in one piece. For a moment I thought he was dead for a few moments. In panic I pumped soo much magic into him...
Oh dear but he openes his eyes again. I felt so relieved. You have an idea how many wereponies of the other pack they cornered in?
A SINGLE ONE!
When I asked them, which it was, none of them was able to give me a name or even just a discription. They only covered their left eye.
And I believe I finally know, who they tracked down. Tonight, the whole pack stays here for their own safety and by tomorrow I will forbid them to hunt this Roughneck beast down. If they try it again... I'm not sure if any of them would return.