Locked Rage

Dear Diary,

hmmm... its sounds ridiculus, to impersonate a book, even a diary...

Even if its mine. Well, the girls insisted, that it will be good for me to write down my feelings and thoughts in a journal.

Usually im not into this stuff and if someone tried to make the same in the 'old times', well i surely would send he to

the flaming hell. /If Peace doesnt stop me that is/ But Peace is no more and im no human anymore either. What

remained after her is some bittersweet memories, her golden ring next to mine on a necklance, what i always

wearing... and my name. I dont made up things, /not my style anyway/ if i say that she made me how i am now...

She was my better half... my first friend, and my partner. Anypony would be confused at now, not understanding

what i meant by not human anymore, or anything at all, what i write. By any means, i introduce myself to you,

anypony you should be.

My name is Ebony Lock , former human and brony/courtesy of Peace again.../ , ex-agent of the KGB special division,

nobodys son, living, breathing destruction on two legs/now on four hooves/ and this is my story...