I tried to warn them. That the creatures would be violent. Now our lands are in ruin. They called themselves humans. The would burn down entire villages in seconds. None have been spared. We choose to hide. The elements are dead. The Princesses have abondoned us. We are left helpless. The monsters have come out of the everfree. The weather controls itself. There are only a few thousand of us left before they came there were over a hundred thousand of us. Canterlot is destroyed. We have no way to escape. The griffons and diamond dogs have join forces with these abomonations. The magic of all the races are weakining. Some have lost hope and lie down and die. The year is now 5 A.A. (after arrival). Whoever reads this I hope that you live longer then I will because unless this war ends soon all the races are doomed.
~My name is Lyra Heartstrings and this is my journal