The Survivor

Well, this is just great. Two days since the storm washed me up. I paced the island off just this morning. Some island! It is 190 paces wide at its thickest point, and 267 paces long from tip to tip. I was traveling in my hot air balloon when such a terrible and unpredictable storm had me falling into the salty waves below! Ow, my horn aches. It's not snapped off, but I definitely can't use it. This is just terrible. HOW am I to get off this, well I am not even sure if it can be called an ISLAND more of a patch of land it is. But look at me, wasting ink and pages, rambling on and on. Wow, it is difficult writing with no magic. Even IF I am found, this journal is practically illegible! Okay, enough of this rant. Back to how I will survive. Well, so far as I can tell, there is nothing on this island to eat, at least for a pony.

My name is Twilight Sparkle. I live in Ponyville with my dear baby dragon Spike. Oh no! I bet my friends are missing me! And most of all, the dear Princess. Oh, my work will be tardy! Alright, stay on topic. No way to erase any of this with ink and feather! If (Or WHEN) I'm never found, at least everypony can see this journal. The good news is I am not alone. During the storm, I guess more ships crashed here. Problem is, those ships have NO SURVIVORS! All they have are some carpenting supplies, plenty of matches, and, well, and heroin. The actual ships are out in the water, their supplies washed up here. I'll search the wreckage when the tide is low. Nothing to do here until then except write. Good thing I'm good at that.

Well, nothing to write about though. I'm used to writing what the Princess orders. But this isn't Equestria. There is no Princess. I guess I should just write about myself! I was born in Canterlot to two unicorns, like most ponies. I guess they were loving enough. And I had my BBBFF (That's "Best Big Brother Friend Forever") Shining Armor to take care of me. I didn't connect well with all the other fillies. They all would laugh at me and all, but I always knew I was destined for greatness. All the tormenting was just because I was "different". While all the other fillies loved their little foal toys, I was hidden behind a pile of books. Now, I suppose that's what you call a "Shut In". I had the greatest foalsitter in all the history of foalsitters! Her name was Princess Cadance and she is now married to Shining Armor! Funny how things work like that.

So yeah, throughout all of Magic School, the harassing and name calling didn't REALLY bother me. Shining and Cadence were always there for me, and more than I could ask for. Besides, I'd be damned if I wasn't the best out of all my classes. I bet they were all just jealous! When I first got my Cutie Mark, Princess Celestia herself was stunned by my (what she called) "limitless potential". That's how I am a student of hers so early in my life, and a very studious one too!

Why am I writing this? It's almost funny. No, I take that back. It is funny. The great Twilight Sparkle sitting on a sandy rock, torn up and bleeding, already hungry. On an island almost big enough to spit across, telling my life story. Am I hungry! Never mind, I'I1 write my damn life story if I want to. At least it keeps my mind off my stomach. Sort of. Oh no! OH NO! Did I just make a 1 and not a l?! Oh, no luck fixing it now. Oh stupid stupid stupid Twilight! What have you done?! Oh dear. I need to get a hold of things. No use punching myself like that.

I just wanted to be the best. I LOVE knowledge and want to BASK in it. Some of the foals used to rag me about it, call me "Chickenshit". I never fought them. That'd be stooping to their level. he thing to learn is how to survive, you know what I mean? I'm smart enough to know how to survive. That's how I KNOW I will survive now, as I did growing up. But now, I guess the meaning is literal. Funny how things work. Funny. Ha ha.

Can't write any more now. My hooves's tired. I don't know why I'm bothering, anyway. Somepony'll probably pick me up soon. Right?