December 12th
Chrysi, Sombra and I have hardly seen each other in the better part of two months. Due to the snow, we have been kept inside in the almost total darkness non-stop for several weeks. The only time I've had the pleasure to glimpse my changeling cellmate's beautiful face was the brief and occasional moment when a guard would stroll by with a lantern.
I just got back from my weekly tests. Basically, they have a doctor come in and ask me all sorts of awkward questions like 'do you want to kill everyone you see?' I shook my head nearly every time. It was easy to lie to them, but it felt funny when he asked me whether I heard voices or not. I said no, because if you say yes, you have to stay in the tests a lot longer. That is what Sombra told me.
I feel so bad for him. He was brought here when he was four years old because he killed a crystal pony foal with his bare hooves. Apparently, the teacher said in a report about the incident, the filly had 'turned a sickly shade of green, then black, then died on the spot'. I'd take her word for it, cause that is something I certainly would not like to see. The guards agree, I suppose, because Sombra has to have his hooves bound and his horn clipped. 'Clipped' is what they call it when they perform this one spell that makes the target incapable of using magic for a couple days.
I feel even worse for Chrysi.
She's been here since birth. Or, um, since hatching. Changelings are so deadly, that Celestia's mom and dad were forced to banish them. All changelings found are immediately destroyed. Even the babies. Chrysi told me that she had been spared by the queen for some unknown reason.
Sombra has been here for five years.
Chrysi has been here for nine.
The doctor says I'm making great progress. He even says I might be able to go back to the orphanage in a year or two. As long as I keep lying about the voices, I'll be free soon! Lying is hard. But the voices tell me to lie.
I must listen.
-Discord