"This Will be my last entry into the Group Journal, And to be honest, the last one to ever be in this journal... I wish The others were still here. But they were WEAK and WORTHLESS. They didn't DESERVE THIS TRIBE...and they did NOT deserve to die like that... it was....it was chilling. But nonetheless only the strongest changelings can survive The Everfree Forest, even in a tribe, all 38 of us were completely outmatched against the Creatures that lurked in the deep forest..... ALL EXCEPT ME! HA! HEAR THAT HORNSWORTH! I WAS RIGHT! I AM BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU!..... man, gloating in the journal at someone else really doesn't have the same feeling if the other person cant read it anymore.... ever.... NOT LIKE I'LL MISS THEM, THEY OBVIOUSLY DIDN'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO LIVE!
Forget it, this is stupid, and your stupid for writing it! Why the hell did you even pick this thing up! By the time sunset comes they will be here, and they will pick at last scrap of food on this carcass of a tribe...me. Not like anyone will read this anyways...
But to be Honest....for the first time in my life...I cried
I didn't even know that Changelings could cry, but somehow, I did... IT SUCKED I HATED IT.
ALL I WAS DOING WAS GOING THROUGH A BROOD MATES BELONGINGS AND LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO DEFEND MYSELF WITH AND THEN I SAW SCARLET PUPILS FLOWER STASH AND I CRIED LIKE A LITTLE LADYBUG! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!?
Changelings don't love, don't feel sad about death, don't fear death, and most importantly, care only for themselves and the Hive. But the Hive is gone....I'm nothing without the Hive....I'm Nothing at all.....
I need to go, This is my last day to live and i'll be damned if I dont go Down without a fucking fight!"
The writing cut off. It looked like words were scribbled out beneath the writing, Thorax could only make out three letters on the last page of the journal before it all turned into meaningless drivel. H......E.....L......the last letter was not legible but then again, Thorax felt glad that he could read the last letter.... He had been in the Throne area since his scouts stumbled upon the abandoned tribe site looking for new flowers to gather this morning.... It was now 3:48 AM. Thorax was suppose to be tired, he was suppose to fall asleep, but he couldn't he just kept reading the journal over and over and over again. This was his 4th read through.... he recognized the names in the journal.
Hornsworth.....his fighting mentor, Hornsworth always berated him during sparring sessions in his youth that he would never amount to anything, Thorax kinda wished he had the chance to show him what he had become....
Scarlet Pupil, his first crush, one of the only changelings in the whole hive to have pink eyes....She would have been beautiful if she had the chance to reform, but she was too caught up in the fleeing to have a chance to go back.
And Finally the author of the Last page.... Pupa.....He was the smallest changeling he had ever seen, barely even grew from his size when he hatched... he was always angry, always trying to prove he was bigger fighting then others thought, all he ever talked about was trashing others in a fight " One V One me asshole!", "if I'm short then i can just headbutt your balls, horn included" etc etc etc. He never felt confident and Thorax thought he had found a friend, and they were for awhile, but as soon as he started growing, Pupa started to become more violent towards him, like everyone else. "Ladybug was a nickname the others gave him to mock him" Thorax tried to defend him, but he himself was always to frightened...and Pupa was too anyways. Though Pupa would never admit it, when he finally was given Honors for helping Chrysalis personally kidnap Princess Cadence during the whole "Siege of Canterlot" incident. And even though we lost, others still envied him for his personal hand in the Queen's plan and starting kissing his flank to be recognized, even for a split second, by the Changeling that helped and masterminded in the biggest assault in the Hives history.
He was a celebrity. And when he refused to change, others followed him, even into the deepest parts of the EverFree Forest. They followed him to their deaths. And he met his fate as the shepherd of those misguided souls. Just like him, They too, Were devoured by the Hydra in that terrible forest.... No matter how many of them got swallowed alive by the monster they kept fighting, every last page was used up by the last 38 Tribe members, but as he was reading the Journal for the first time he noticed the authors of earlier pages had stopping writing, suddenly, then he realized a few pages before the end of the book that the lack of variety in writers was because those writers couldn't write anymore....forever....
Thorax put the Journal down on the armrest of the throne, it was leatherbound and had amazingly smooth paper pages, it would have been treasured by any journaler as a great place to write or sketch. But unfortunately, this journal contained not a diary or silly sketches...but a much darker tale, a tale of survival outside the hive, a tale, best left unread.
He stretched his appendages an walked to the Community Resting area. The lowering moonlight glistened through the open roof of the room and reflected of the now colourful and shiny carapaces of his fellow changelings. The Hive has always slept together in a group, even back in the day, it made sure that they couldn't be dragged off one by one if a hungry predator came by looking for a midnight snack. He took his place in the middle of the changelings and looked around, he made sure everyone was asleep. "Im Sorry Pupa..." he spoke out loud in a soft whisper as he laid down to finally sleep "but at least you can be as tall as you want now..." Thorax felt his eyes sting with tears "And by the way, the reason you were crying....is because you loved us, all of us...." he closed his eyes "Goodnight...Ladybug"
