//------------------------------// // Travel Log 18 + Special Note // Story: The Travel Journal of Evening Storm // by videomaster21XX //------------------------------// Evening Storm’s Travels #18 Hey guys… Evening Storm here… I’ve been going over my past logs. I’m glad they are still there. I was beginning to think maybe they’d have changed… Then again I’m not sure if I’d know they have changed… I… S-Shut up you stupid computer. Gah, it even typed out my mind stutter. This thing scares me sometimes. I’m sorry for that folks. I can barely keep my mind together right now. The images I’m seeing… Did you know my mother was a beautiful white pony? She was a lovely Pegasus with green hair. I think that’s where Daisy got her mane. Dad was a strong earth pony. He was a brilliant sapphire blue with a black mane. The exact opposite colors I have. How weird… I remember when my little Sister was born. Daisy was so cute as a foal. We all found it odd she was pink. But hey it happens sometimes. It was no more surprising then me being a unicorn after all… …Are you all asking me what I’m talking about? Because -I- am. I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know what is real anymore. I… Remember riding a bike. I remember playing Nintendo at a friends house. I can almost picture them so clearly. Yet, Yet I can also remember lifting my very first object with my magic. I remember Daisy getting lost in the hedge maze at Canterlot when just a wee filly. I spent hours searching for her. She was so happy to see me when I finally found her, that she wouldn’t let go of me for the rest of the night… Everything is blurring together. I feel like I’m loosing my mind. To be honest I was reading my past posts to keep myself occupied. I’m only writing this blog post to distract me from what is happening. What is happening… I don’t even know what that is. What IS happening!? Am I a human or a pony? I… I’m afraid guys. I want to remember who I am, but I know. I know what I want to be. I want to be what I am right now. A unicorn pony. I… I want Daisy to be my sister. But do I have the right? Do I have a choice? Is this the reality and my thoughts of my human life just a fantasy? I keep shivering. These thoughts… Am I loosing something important? Something precious? Daisy… A sister, My family. I don’t. I. I don’t want to be alone. No. I can’t sleep… I’m afraid… I’m afraid that when I wake up… I won’t be me anymore…