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Mom got me this notebook in hopes that I'd use it as a diary to write my thoughts and feelings down since I'm not allowed to talk to anyone except her. I'm unsure how to write a diary, but mom told me to act like it was a friend, so I suppose I should start with myself. My name is Willow Creek, I'm 17, and I have to remain hidden, as I'm a unicorn. Unicorn's in Equestria nowadays are rare, having either had their horns removed or been hanged. I don't know why the unicorns are being attacked this way, mom won't tell me.

Today was a bit interesting, the radio was talking more about the unicorn resistance in major cities like Manehattan and Neigh York, but there was a huge segment about the upcoming execution of the previous rulers of Equestria. They described how Celestia and Luna would be hung for all to see over the national television channel. I won't be able to watch it, not like I'd want to, but I don't have a tv, just the old radio I managed to fix up. My mom tells me every time we talk that if I'm ever found, they will kill me and her, just like my dad. I miss dad, but he was always away from home, traveling across Equestria and even into the Crystal Empire. I'm unsure what he did for a job, but I think it had something to do with electronics.

My birthday is coming up soon, I will turn 18, and no one will celebrate my birthday. Most of my unicorn friends are either dead or have been forced into eternal servitude, working in mines or farms. My mother tries to avoid me, she says it's best for both of us, which I don't know if I believe. I feel she hates me, that she wants me to disappear so she can stop worrying about her own life.

The only thing to keep me company in the basement crawlspace is a poster with the Mane Six on it, from a few years ago, and a small mouse that visits me every so often. I named him Mr. Cheesewheel, and I like to imagine that he has a bunch of ludicrous jobs that he runs for his mouse kingdom! Like being an international super spy, or a soldier, fighting for territory in a grisly war.

I'm going to go to sleep. Goodnight, diary.