Evening Storm’s Travels #18

Hey guys… Evening Storm here…

I’ve been going over my past logs. I’m glad they are still there. I was beginning to think maybe they’d have changed… Then again I’m not sure if I’d know they have changed… I…

S-Shut up you stupid computer. Gah, it even typed out my mind stutter. This thing scares me sometimes.

I’m sorry for that folks. I can barely keep my mind together right now. The images I’m seeing…

Did you know my mother was a beautiful white pony? She was a lovely Pegasus with green hair. I think that’s where Daisy got her mane. Dad was a strong earth pony. He was a brilliant sapphire blue with a black mane. The exact opposite colors I have. How weird…

I remember when my little Sister was born. Daisy was so cute as a foal. We all found it odd she was pink. But hey it happens sometimes. It was no more surprising then me being a unicorn after all…

…Are you all asking me what I’m talking about? Because -I- am.

I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know what is real anymore.

I… Remember riding a bike. I remember playing Nintendo at a friends house. I can almost picture them so clearly. Yet, Yet I can also remember lifting my very first object with my magic. I remember Daisy getting lost in the hedge maze at Canterlot when just a wee filly. I spent hours searching for her. She was so happy to see me when I finally found her, that she wouldn’t let go of me for the rest of the night…

Everything is blurring together. I feel like I’m loosing my mind. To be honest I was reading my past posts to keep myself occupied. I’m only writing this blog post to distract me from what is happening.

What is happening… I don’t even know what that is. What IS happening!? Am I a human or a pony?

I… I’m afraid guys. I want to remember who I am, but I know. I know what I want to be. I want to be what I am right now. A unicorn pony. I… I want Daisy to be my sister. But do I have the right? Do I have a choice? Is this the reality and my thoughts of my human life just a fantasy?

I keep shivering. These thoughts… Am I loosing something important? Something precious?

Daisy… A sister, My family.

I don’t.

I.

I don’t want to be alone.

No.

I can’t sleep…

I’m afraid…

I’m afraid that when I wake up…

I won’t be me anymore…

Author's Note

And well... That's it. This final log has been posted to the tumblr long ago, but I never got around to putting it here because I figured I'd write more, except I never did.

I do apologize to those who liked this story, but these little snip its were me writing random stuff on my tumblr blog in an attempt to make a story. The problem? I lost interest. There was never any real planning for this, only vague ideas. A way for me to just write whatever as the mood struck me.

Once I got to this point I decided I felt I wanted to re-invent Evening Storm's history and well, that's what I did. Will there ever be a story about his new history? I honestly don't know.

I don't even really have an idea for why the White Alicorn would be around anymore. I just don't have any desire to continue this, and again I apologize to those who were looking forward to it's conclusion, but well. This is it folks. Sorry. :/

If you have any questions about the story or what 'may have been' feel free to ask in the comments. I'd be more then willing to answer them.