February 9th
I worry for Chrysi.
To pass time, she told me all about the long-lost species called changelings. I guess the dracoequus' weren't the only ones who were terminated by the almighty king and queen. Anyways, changelings have the ability to shift form into anything they want. To do this, they are forced to feed off the love of others.
Without it, they grow weak.
There is no love here. She is terribly sick. Every minute she spends without love, she grows more ill. I hear her coughing all day, and when I see her, her eyes are bloodshot and filled with tears. The guards get more and more concerned every time they find blood in her cell.
She's dying. And nopony will listen to me when I say the only cure is love. They laugh!
NO! Chrysi is dying. She's dying. Please, somepony!
Save her.
-Discord