Currently going over slight revions so I apologize if the sentences are jumbled and things don't add up right.
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Dear future generations of my people,

Century's after the Celestial sisters invasion a small tribe of human children are living in the Everfree forest. Everyone here has lost there parents to Manticores and Timberwolves. The Changeling hive leaves us be as long as we provide love for them. My name is Jacob, and we are dying and some of the little ones are becoming more curious each day. I'm their leader but I can't seem to control them as one should. They are starving each day. I can't look at the death toll any longer. There are only seventeen us left. I cry knowing I'll have to lead them through the forest to get there. We need food, clothing, and other supplies. And that means we have to make peace with the ponies. Today it's time we show ourselves, whether I want to or not. May The Horse of Flames and The Horse of Darkness have mercy on us.