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// Entry Two- That Terrible Night 
// Story: The Journals of Silas Sombra 
// by DreamWings 
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Entry two.
Now, see, this is the kind of entry I didn’t want to have to do. I never wanted to look back and remember this day because it was quite hard on me when I was younger, and even now I don’t like to talk about it. Because of what happened on this day so much other stuff happened to me, not all positive, and I didn’t want to have to relive it; but the Doctors said they wanted to know everything about my past so I suppose I have to write it down and try to forget all over again for some peace of mind. 
It was a cold night, I can remember that. The winds were battering at my window so loudly I thought the whole thing was going to come charging open. I’d been in bed for most of the moon’s movement and yet something woke me up. Some could argue that it must have been my inner subconscious (that is how you write that word right?) fearing something was going to happen which I needed to be awake for, but others could argue that that idea is just silly nonsense and there’s nothing wrong with the idea of a colt just happening to wake up when the wind was making too much noise. Still I have to admit it didn’t happen often, and it did just happen to happen on the very night I wish I had been asleep as long as I usually was. 
I heard another noise through the wind. It sounded like the cows though I wasn’t completely sure. Fearing something might happen to the only friends I had I rushed outside into the paddocks searching for something to give me a clue. At that point, of course, fate decided to open the heavens and get me soaked to the skin, as well as making it even more difficult with a giant mist that seemed to be hanging everywhere making it virtually impossible to see. 
My Dad could be heard somewhere calling to the animals. I could see his shadowy figure just in front of me running to and fro to help Maisy calm down the rest of the cows. Cows aren’t very good at not doing things in packs, so it was going to take a while. Back then I was young, but I still wanted to help so I can remember charging forward to my Father and asking him what to do. He seemed slightly surprised to see me.  
“Stand away from them, Silas, it’s too dangerous,” he said to me. I didn’t move and my mane continued to get soaked.
“What spooked them, Dad? What happened?” The rain, mist and wind didn’t help to make my very small, young voice any louder. That’s probably why he didn’t answer my question; that and he was too busy trying to calm the others down. 
“Silas, get away from here.” My Mother ran up in her pale, lilac dressing gown and pushed me out of the herd. Then she turned and began to help Dad with the metal gate the wind had pushed undone. I was going to go back through the fence to try and see if I could do something when I noticed a large, green circle of smoke coming from the next field. Being a little colt, I was interested and followed it to where it should be.
That’s when I ended up in the flower field at night. I can’t help but think if I had stayed what happened next could have been stopped. I could have done something about it... But the truth is there was nothing I could do, and even if there was it’s in the past and I just have to live with that. 
The green smoke had vanished again but at the corner of my eye I could just about see a small trail leading into a copse of trees. Entering this area I stopped, thinking I’d just heard some kind of chuckle. Most likely just my imagination running away with me in the dark; I know that now but I didn’t then. The noise made me jump but the outline of an eye made me more timid. 
That was the time I heard the most horrifying noise I can ever remember. Just as I was about to confront whatever was in the tree a loud, high-pitched scream followed by a long and agonising crack came from the other field. The field where I had just left my parents to their work. 
He was gone. My Father had tried to climb a pole to fix something at the top and prevent the farm being blown apart in the wind when his bottom hoof had slipped. From a great height he’d fallen and broken his neck. There was no blood, which is why I couldn’t understand my Mother’s fear and misery. She was crying constantly holding his numb hoof and rocking back and forth on the spot. Her beautiful gown was caked in mud.
I’d only just arrived back and that was the scene I was greeted to. There was no yelling about my disobedience; no smile for my arrival; no laugh from my parents’ throats; even the cows had fallen silent and looked around in a mollified way. Each one of them knowing the nightmare that had just happened; all expect me who was too young to understand anything. And now, come to think of it, I wasn’t really paying attention to anything else except the trace of green smoke whistling its way up the pole and off.
It was the day, or night I suppose, that I chose to forget... and was the start of my new life and my new nightmare. Still there was no Sombra, there was no real problem and other than the pain of burying my Father into the flower field round back with our closest neighbours near I don’t remember any issues with my own mentality. I was upset; and things could only get better from there-on-in.