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// Day 13 
// Story: Unfamiliar Skin 
// by darf 
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Log, Entry 14:

Thank you, to whomever heard me. In my mind, it was Mother, who plucked my wail from the sea of writhing voices and granted me the sweet kiss of her missive, as so she placed it in my head when she planted me here several weeks ago.


DRAIN HER



This is my purpose. I feel as though my skin has been shorn, and I am free, though in truth I am still weighed down by this burdensome frame. It has dwindled as the days have worn on, a fact which I am sure must be because of my refusal of typical pony nourishment. But that doesn’t matter now. Everything will be alright.

Lyra was my goal then, and now she is it for certain.

What will happen if I take her energy in such a way? A whisper of it made me ill. I felt as though I had failed—not just at my mission, but at being what I was meant to be.

I trust Mother’s voice. I do not care what will happen. I have been blessed by this purpose, and I will carry it out to my fullest.

I will go to town now. Ponies admire trinkets, and I will acquire one. It will be the first step to the conclusion of my mission.

I look so dearly forward to going home.