Cope

I guess I should start writing a journal... I’m not really sure how to do this thing, writing has never been a strong suit of mine...

It’s been just over two months since the we got here. I can remember it as if the crash had happened yesterday. We’ve finally moved into our own little village, just outside the town. It’s quaint, human-sized houses made from wood and thatch. The ponies built the entire thing in such a short time. I’m still in awe of how quickly they can get a task finished.

I spent the last couple of months living with a pair of ponies in the main village as our own was being built. They’re a nice pair and I learned a lot from them, even if the green one, Lyra was a little on the clingy side. The Equestrian language hasn’t been as hard to pick up as I thought although, some things are still difficult for me. Names mainly.

The one thing I failed to learn was to duck every time I stepped in or out of one of their houses. The doors are little over five feet high and while I’m not a tall person, I’ve managed to hit my head every single time.

Lou managed to salvage a decent amount of copper wire from the tail section of the plane. He’s planning on rigging up power to our village for lighting. I’m not entirely sure why but, the ponies have a hydrodam not far from here, it’s strange because they use magic to power almost everything.

Speaking of magic, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the day and night cycle. The ponies all tell me their rulers, Celestia and Luna raise and lower the sun. It’s as if the laws of physics only apply when the ponies want them to. I’m sure I’ll figure it out in time, it’s not really something to stress about as long as the sun continues to come up in the morning.

Out of respect for our hosts, we’ve subjected ourselves to an extreme diet change. Eggs, fish and milk are still acceptable but, no more meat for us. Some of the men didn’t agree when we bought it up and have been speaking of venturing into the nearby forest for food. From what I’ve been told, it’s a very dangerous place. I hope they don’t do anything silly.

A few ponies have taken a strong liking to us, one in particular is a rather classy pony named Rarity. Apparently she designs clothing and has been supplying us non-stop with a large supply of outfits, I’m not sure where she gets her measurements but she’s bang on, every time.

Another pony that frequents us is a small yellow filly. I remember on that terrible day, I pulled her from the ruins of the hospital. Applebloom is her name. She brings us treats every now and again and is great company. She tells me of all her adventures in the world, constantly trying new things with her friends to get something called a “Cutie Mark”. From what I can tell, each pony that has one excels at the skill depicted. However, it’s not always clear what that skill is just by looking at them. I love hearing her stories and I’m sure that when she gets hers, it’ll be something exciting.

From everything I’ve witnessed in my time here, I’m pretty confident we’ll live happily. Some of us are finding it hard to come to terms with the fact that we’re stuck here. If you think about it, it’s understandable. They have family and friends back home, people who love them and undoubtedly miss them. I guess I’m lucky in that regard.

Marian looked up as a shout arose from outside. She swung the door open and rushed outside with a candle to see people clambering through the dark towards the village, carrying stretchers between them.

“What happened!?” She called out as they drew closer.

“Help!” The called back in response, “please, we need a doctor!”

Marian hurried back inside the house, subconsciously ducking as she went through the door. Inside, she grabbed a finely made coat from a hook and dashed back outside.

“I’ll go get Nurse Redheart, there’s a first aid kit under the kitchen sink!” She called, dashing out the door, running at top speed towards Ponyville, the new hospital standing tall in the distance, adorned with a large red cross that glowed brightly in the night sky.

We lost three people tonight. Something attacked one of the new houses, it tore through the walls like paper, flattening the building and the people inside before disappearing back into the forest. The ponies seem to think it’s because we built too close to the forest. I’m slowly becoming more convinced of the same.

The men are going to go out and hunt down whatever did this. I can only pray they don’t meet a similar fate. Whatever is out there is big and aggressive... I’ve heard the words ‘Ursa’ and ‘Hydra’ being thrown about. The image of an unkillable multi-headed snake in my mind is not something I hoped to go to sleep with.

But sleep I must, we’ve got fields to sow and a well to dig in the morning. The thought of drinking water in walking distance is a pleasant thought. We’ve had to travel all the way over to Ponyville to collect what we need, I’m not going to miss doing that every morning, regardless of how kind the ponies are.

Marian set her quill down on the table, picked up the candle and walked over to her bed. She climbed under the finely woven covers, sighing happily as she nestled herself into the surprisingly comfortable mattress. Leaning over to the bedside table, she quickly blew out the candle, enveloping the room in darkness.

“Home sweet home.”