Vile's Journal

September 20, 17029;

May it be that day of the week again, when I smile at the thought of and talk to a figure that sayeth goodbye near exactly 17000 years within the past. I may be the last of my kind who hast the belief in this figure. 'tis already too late to get onto soil because all that is below me and a cloud I taketh below is a vast body of a universal solvent. Why every sunday I stop my flight is to go through exactly what this figure and his subjects hath gone through. If it is for that purpose alone that I stay unsuspended, I will be more than willing to sacrifice my magical abilities as a pegasus.

Something still burns in the back of my mind, howe'er. I hath eaten not since the time I leaveth for Equestria. The vocabulary on the flier was simply wider than even out I hath gone of my lengths to learn. Moreover, my vocabulary hath been passed on to as an offspring to the last couple in belief of the figure I shall believe in. And now, shall I talk to the very influence of my role as a pegasus.

Vile Soil sets her only quill onto the journal, which she closes before putting her hooves together and closing her eyes.

"I am reaching a new land in search of new hope and new mercy and new grace. I ask now that you guide me here in Equestria and keep the ponies back in Coltan safe. I thank you deeply in advance."

Vile slouches on the cloud waiting to sleep now that twilight has set in. She can't write any more on her journal now. Might as well lay there and rest her starving body. That's when she realized she never packed any food. There might as well be tomorrow the next meal comes.