The Battle of Colissia

“Twilight, will ya’ please come out?” Applejack paced around the room, stopping to knock on Twilight’s bedroom door. She had been in there for at least 21 days, and she would most likely stay even more if she hadn't agreed to journey into changeling territory. She was probably a mess by now. All she had been doing was eating, drinking, sleeping, crying, and dry heaving. Poor mare.

“No,” Twilight responded, in a fury of hysterical sobs. “I can’t believe it. I feel so bad for you three. How do you guys handle it? It’s so horrible!” The sound of Twilight retching echoed into the halls. It was a normal sound nowadays. However, everypony still cringed. That much heaving was bad for Twilight's health.

          Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Applejack all hung their heads low, tears in their eyes. “We know, Twi, but it’s been 3 weeks. Life won’t get better by livin’ in misery. We really should go rescue them.”The rest of the girls nodded in agreement. It had been 3 weeks since the first incidents. The changelings had taken Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom in the night. We knew it was changelings because Rarity was awaken by the sound of struggles in the middle of the night, and ran to Sweetie Belle’s room. However, she got there too late. All she saw was a black pair of legs, riddled with holes and covered by a dark purple cloak.

Rarity had collapsed into hysterics, sobbing and dry heaving the whole night. Applejack took it a whole lot worse, though. As soon as she found a bluish-grey changeling hair on Apple Bloom’s bed, she started bucking everything she could find. They’re still rebuilding half the barn. Of course, when Scootaloo was taken, Rainbow Dash demanded action.

She demanded we declare war. Of course, Twilight said no. Fluttershy, well…she felt bad, but she would never demand violence, at least usually. But she has been protecting her newly adopted sister, Dinky Doo. She really must be worried about her if she is demanding violence.

We were to set out for changeling territory tomorrow afternoon. I said my goodbyes to the girls, promising to come back tomorrow. Then I set off for home, the night trailing behind me.