Dear Diary,
It's been about three days since I made my first entry, and several things have happened.
For one I created a new game. Well more like I combined two different games and made something new, but I made two new friends while creating it (and they're pretty cool). The first new friend I made is a unicorn named Sombra. He has a grey coat and a black mane, he is about ten years older then me and Tia, he towers over both of us by a good six inches at least, and to top it all off he is very powerful and creative (I'm not sure who is more clever Sombra or Celestia).
Anyways he came up to Tia and me yesterday when I was putting the final touches on the rules. When Tia explained what I wanted to do he asked if there was a way he could help. Now before I say how he helped I guess I should explain how my game worked. The game I created was a combination of Quidditch from the Harry Potter series (without the snitch of course), and soccer. There are three balls, the broadball which is basically the ball you need to get into one of the three goals, and the two shockers, these little stinkers stun you temporarily if they touch your exposed pelt. Sombra came up with the idea of using wooden horseshoes to negate the shock so the game officially has beaters.
One moment my si-
"Tia!", I yelled turning around as the scroll flew away, "Give me that! It's mine!"
"Not yet, Father wants to talk to you." Celestia told me in a bored voice, holding the scroll just out of reach with her magic. The scroll light up a little in the evening sunlight.
"What about?", I asked the frustration I felt apparent in my voice.
"Something about a new simulation. I don't know.", She snorts at me in an exasperated voice, "All I know is that he wants you at the training cloud ten minutes ago, and you're not allowed near a scroll until you meet up with him."
I mentally swore at that, "I am going to level that cloud one of these days."
Tia laughed at my comment, then in a voice dripping with sarcasm said, "I am sure you will little filly, right after we find a unicorn that is strong enough to move the sun and the moon by themselves."
"...Tia why are you in such a bad mood?"
My sister pauses at that then tells me with a spite filled voice, "Because Sombra's a Plothole."
I raise an eyebrow at this, but before I could press it further Tia makes my journal vanish...
She made my journal vanish.
"Tia! What did you do?!?", I screamed my eyes moistening much to my chagrin.
"I teleported it to a secret location.", she said nonchalantly although the tips of her lips were twitching.
My eyes widened as I froze. Teleportation was a very advanced magic, and the few times I've seen it the item teleported was scorched beyond recognition. Tia told me that she was working on an extension of it so that it takes the heat out of the casting, but if she already finished it not only is my journal ok but this was a new record for improving a spell!
"You finished the improvement in two weeks!?", I exclaimed a grin trying to split my muzzle in half.
"No.", At this my grin evolved into a frown then a scowl at what came next, "Apparently I 'helped' Sombra find this. He filed the improvement with the headmaster this morning before school was in session. I told you he was sniffing around my scrolls."
(Note to self: kick Sombra's ass next time I see him.)
"Anyways you need to get going. Dad would be furious if he saw you talking to me instead of hightailing it to the cloud."
My eyes shrunk and my wings expanded when I realized she was right, "Buck!"
With my sister staring at me with wide eyes I rocketed off to meet up with Dad.
"Took you long enough", Those were the first words out of my father's mouth as I staggered into the Training Cloud. His eyes cold and his voice flat. "I told your sister to have you get here twenty minutes ago not thirty minutes later."
I cringed at this and looked around still slightly panting. As usual I couldn't recognize the training room. It looked like an abandoned village falling into disrepair, or maybe a town that was just attacked by griffins (although knowing my father it's most likely the second option).
"Alright we'll talk punishment later. Right now the simulation today is a post-fight town. The enemy is Griffins (called it), and you have to meet up with your squad at the other side for medical attention. You can't fly because one of those chickens hit your wing with a spear."
"Gear?", I asked as I tried to analyze the situation.
"You lost everything but your dagger, and a map of the area. Your team is leaving in two hours with or without you."
"Resistance?"
"Stragglers are hiding throughout the village. They are violent and a few clean-up squads have gone dark after encounters, so expect them armed."
"Understood.", As all of this took place Dad gave me a six inch dagger and a map of the area.
I glanced at the map as Dad paced back and fourth. Once I was done he asked me one thing his eyes loosing a little bit of their cold.
"Which wing?"
"Surprise me."
A moment later I felt a slight prick in my right wing followed by nothing. Looking over my wing was still there folded against my body I just couldn't move it. The one thing about Dad's training is that he makes the simulation as realistic as possible without causing pain before it starts. He's not above numbing a part of your body so you can't use it.
You win or you lose, but you never cheat (not even reflexively).
I went over the map one more time, as Dad shot off (most likely to the finish line). Once I familiarized myself with the general area I went into a crouch my ears perked waiting for the signal to start.
I shot off into the simulation as a shrill scream split the air.