//------------------------------// // September // Story: The Life of A God // by Eventide Indigo //------------------------------// September 1st So much has happened in the past month, it all feels like one long day dragging on and on. I hadn't found the time to write about it, since we were constantly on the run or scrounging for food. I owe you a long entry to make up for all this waiting. It worked like a charm. Nopony seemed to question or even care about the suspicious guard escorting two 'insane' foals out of the asylum, most likely since Chrysi explained to them that the doctors had ordered more fresh air for us for the next little while. It was a long trudge across the field, but it would be worth it to escape. We were out of the range for the asylum, but we had to remain calm and collected if we wished to escape past the two guards posted just ahead. They had already been eyeing us by the time we arrived at the large, metal gates. Chrysi tipped 'his' hat to them. "Special orders from Ms. Wither. I'm supposed to take them for a stroll outside of the limits, let them run free and examine their behaviour. If they try to leave, well..." Chrysi winked at the guards, they were smirking. "You know." I guess it is common knowledge here what happens when you're bad. Luckily enough for me, but not quite for my friend, the guards seemed to focus on Sombra most of all. I tried to sleep through his pained screams. The guards gave each other a sideways glance and let us pass. It seemed as soon as we had stepped hoof past the gates, we were free. The air was clean, not dusty. It smelled like autumn and the lingering scent of honey. The sun was brighter, there was skip in our steps, and the trees... I had missed the trees! They didn't seem to like growing beneath the looming shade of the asylum. I hate that word. Asylum. Ha! If mummy could see me now, she would be so... Scared. No! She would understand what happened to that colt back there. I didn't know the limit to my strength. She would still love me. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not a bad guy. I'M NOT A BAD GUY. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not a bad guy. I-I'm sorry. I don't quite know what happened there. Chrysi says I fell over while writing in here and just whispered stuff she couldn't quite hear. She had to comfort me. I'm okay now. The voices are gone. The voices are... gone! They haven't spoken since they last gave me the idea to escape. Maybe they won't come back. I know it's wishful thinking, but.... Where was I? Oh yeah. Once we were far away from the guard, Chrysi changed back. She shrunk, her hair grew long and blue, and she grew fangs. That's the Chrysi I know and love. She grinned at us. I think this was the first time I ever saw Sombra happy. I see him smile lots, but it's either fake, or an evil grin after he stole some extra food or some other prank on the asylum guards. After all, lost supplies comes out of their paycheck. We must've spent at least an hour or two simply running, running through the trees or flitting around the forest. I missed being outside. The fresh air felt so clean it made my lungs burn at first. Finally, we were free! Our faces fell as it began to get dark. We had stupidly neglected to find somewhere to hide, or somewhere to sleep. We found an overturned tree with just enough room below the fallen trunk for us three to sleep, then we took sticks and logs and rested them against the trunk, which made some sort of odd tent. It would have to do. We had to fight about the thought of a fire. We needed it to survive, but the guards might see the smoke and find us. It was decided we would make one, and one of us would guard for a couple hours while the others slept, and then we would switch. Sombra said he wasn't tired, so he volunteered the first shift. Speaking of sleep, I might hit the hay, diary. I'll continue tomorrow. Goodnight. -Discord * * * September 2nd The following day, I remember waking up with an overwhelming sense of dread like a rock in my gut. It was horrible. I felt fit to vomit then and there. I was so scared the guards had found us. It didn't help that Chrysi and Sombra weren't beside me. When I stepped outside, nopony was there. The fire was dead. There was a note near the logs though, to my relief. Discord, Sorry to leave you. Sombra and I didn't want to wake you yet, so we thought we'd just go look for some food or something. I flew up above the trees, and luckily we're not far from Canterlot. stay here. If we don't get back in a bout an hour, yell for us. Be back hopefully, Chrysi I still have the note. I guess something about letters, notes and the written word makes me happy. I love notes. It's really weird, I know, but I used to collect everything my mom wrote. If she made a grocery list, I would tuck it away in my special memories box under the bed. They let me take it to the orphanage, and I would read them every night, to make me feel better. Even through words on a paper, it's like she's still alive and talking to me. Comforting me. You wouldn't understand. Nopony ever does. I waited for some time, and it was funny how easily I jumped. Even the faintest rustle of leaves startled me. Light still hurts my eyes. I spent an entire year in darkness. Finally, Chrysi and Sombra got back. They didn't have too much, but just enough. There were a few berries and some mushrooms. I guess Sombra kept finding stuff, but Chrysi almost always tossed it away because she didn't want to risk us getting poisoned or something. Chrysi's smart like that. I like her, but something about her reminds of someone... Tia always comes to mind. But I hate Tia. Lulu is always calling to me. Her voice always echoes in the back of my mind. Sometimes, just thinking of her would make me cry. She's so misunderstood. Even though she's normal. Even though she's beautiful... They treat her like a monster. And I never knew why. She doesn't deserve it. I should probably go, diary. So much more has happened since our escape, but I'm getting tired. I'll tell you more tomorrow. Sincerely, Discord * * * September 3rd Hey again diary. I guess it's about time I got you fully caught up on our adventures, diary. We've spent an entire month in the woods, but it seems like years. We kinda have a rhythm now. We have night shifts, and Chrysi and I go every other day to look for food. Things are going really well. We haven't seen any guards from the asylum. I'm starting to wonder if they just gave up looking weeks ago. But better to stay hidden than blow our cover and get sent back. We know we're close to home. Canterlot is about two days walking-distance away. We could be home. I want to go home. I want to see Lulu. But we have to decide. Sombra is really hesitant, he keeps saying we should stay here longer or go to another town. If we go back, they'll only send us to the asylum again if we get caught. As much as I wish he was wrong, I know he's right. It's not safe, but neither are these woods. Sooner or later, somepony will come looking for us. Going back, we'd be forced into hiding anyway. If I can't see Luna, what is the point of even going back? The weirdest thing happened the other day. Just yesterday, Chrysi and I were out looking for food. I found some more mushrooms. This specific type of mushroom seems to grow a lot around here, and we know they're safe from experience. I was just turning around when Chrysi ran up to me. She came really close. Like, super duper close. She looked straight into my eyes. Then she kissed me! Kissed me! Then ran away giggling. She hasn't said a word to me since. Sombra keeps asking why she always blushes when we make almost-eye contact (cause she keeps looking away!), and I seriously have no idea. She's weird. Fillies are weird. But I kinda like it like that. Sincerely, Discord