It is many season since my little ponies have settled here. My little pones have now gotten strange marks on their flanks and faces. It happened shortly after a strange gentle sol calling himself "The Moochick" arrived in our land. A funny creature, barely taller than I, he runs about examining everything in the valley. His companion is a sleepy baby bunny that likes to nap on his bag of books. The walking stick is also quite curious, an enchanted object that jumps to his hand whenever it's needed.
I have found no reason to deny his request of a peaceful stay. He knows not when he will leave, but his smile is happy. He has brought a small measure of peace; as well as hope that my little ponies have come to no harm.
I miss them dearly still. Will remember all that leave but I am now eased.
The Moochick has been a fount of knowledge. Telling tales of a young white unicorn pony that stole a set of golden horseshoes. Of creatures called elves that live in clouds. Crabnasties, guardians of the oceans. Walking lizards, whom like to change shape, while remaining companions to peaceful cats. He spoke of how my horrid past was not the end of those creatures. That they changed while forgetting their evil past deeds. He tells many more tales, mainly of how the ponies I saved have changed and forgotten our mutual past.
How could they forget?
How could they just ignore what was done in the past, when I know everything and remind my little ponies of the past all the time. The past is not just a collection of foal stories, it is real, is happened. My nightmare re-confirm my memories.
The old wooden cart still rots where I left it. The leather harness has long since crumbled away, but most of the woods has still survived. It... disturbs me why I can't remember more.
I must, I must calm down and remember that they are not my problems. Not anymore. We all agreed to flee in different directions, just incase those creatures enslaved us once more. So they are not my responsibility.
Surely some other pony has taken charge of them. I have my little ponies here to worry for, I cannot be responsible for the safety of unicorns, pegasi, earth, or seaponies. In truth I have given little thought to what happened to them. (I must.)
Sometimes I do worry for the seaponies, as I remember them being a delicacy to meat eaters. The pegasi with their beauteous feathers and joyous temperament. I might worry for unicorns if not that most can wink in and out of existence. I do not worry for the regular earth pony for they disdained my kind, scoffed at my tears.
No. I will not worry for those not of my kind. We have parted ways and you as my successor, should keep that well in mind. Do not worry for any but our own.