//------------------------------// // September // Story: The Life of A God // by Eventide Indigo //------------------------------// September 29th I can't believe I've been here for for almost two months. Being trapped here in my new home has taken some getting used to. Every day all day, we pursue the same old routine. Wake up to complete darkness, lie there in darkness until the guards arrive to unstrap me from my bed, then I wait in utter darkness until they take me to a counsellor who asks me questions and performs tests. The rest of the day is just pacing around the cell. It's hard to write in the lack of light, but I'm adjusting. There are still a few lanterns here and there to help me. My counsellor's name is Mrs. Blossom Gertrude Wilt, but she makes all of us call her Mrs. Wilt. She owns this place and has maintained it since she got out of her parent's place. She's strict and cruel and seems to like watching us sob into our pillows after our little melt-downs. I've had, like, six since I got here. I'm not used to pretty much solitary confinement. I thought I was alone in this place at first, I mean, how many insane foals can there be? No, I was merely one of three patients. They didn't know I was here either, not until I heard one of them singing. It was a filly, and her voice was beautiful but chillingly hollow. It echoed of the walls like the droning of an insect's wings. I called out to her and she stopped immediately. "Who are you?" she had asked me. I said I was Discord, the new colt here. She introduced herself as Chrysalis, but told me I could simply call her Chrysi. Finally! Someone to talk to that wasn't trying to cure me of my crazy. Another foal to speak with. We began playing games where we described ourselves so that when we did see each other in the light (Mrs. Wilt allows us outside once a week for two hours), we would tell each other if the other was anything like we had imagined. She told me she had long green hair and a completely black shell-like coat. There were bite-like holes on her legs and in her hair and she had insect wings. She also had green eyes. I was getting a pretty vivid image, and I had no idea what species she could possibly be. She was certainly not like any pony I have ever encountered. I did my best to describe myself, but I could tell she was very confused. "Wait, wait - do you have paws or talons?" "Both." Yeeeah. Good luck trying to imagine a draconequus, every one of us is... er, was totally different. I asked Chrysi if we were the only ones here and she said no, there was another colt in the cell beside me. I drifted over and rattled the bars a little. You can imagine my surprise when I heard what sounded like a growl coming from the other cell. A pair of green eyes... and I don't mean the iris was green, I mean the eyes were literally glowing neon green, blinked at me. His voice was kind of like a bear cub that earned english. He called himself 'King Sombra'. I asked him what he was king of. He told me he didn't know yet. This looks like an interestingly unlikely pair of friends. But I think I can make it work. After all, I'd much rather I get along with the only two foals I'll see for the foreseeable future. -Discord P.S. Outside day is in a few days, yay!