Babs Seed- February

by Jeb4700

Rating: everyone
Tags: Alternate Universe, Sad, Dark
Length: 6320

Babs Seed has gone through hell and back for friends, family, and a mark that shows she's worth something in the world

Babs Seed has went through hell and back, all for a Cutie Mark. Confused? Read this: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/68899/babs-seeddecember
(Posted late because I forgot to hit 'Publish Chapter')

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-09 22:30:02 UTC

January update

January 12th, Year 2013

Help. Me.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 1-10

February 1st, Year 2013

I just wanted my Cutie Mark. Was that too much to ask for? A mark on my flank to tell every pony that I mean something, instead I got the mark of death stamped and stained in my head.

A good pony gone bad, Luna is still missing, and I barely found writing material. Writing isn't banned throughout Equestria, Silver Shine has yet to ban that. Though she has banned many things.

Including her own brother, Shining Wings. Or as she calls him, Metal Brain.

I think it's an insult.

Since Luna disappeared, chaos has been distributed throughout. . Well, everywhere! Celestia was still weak from the Changeling attack, and was easily over powered.

Luna makes the night, it's been cold winter here for several weeks, since the last of December when the riots broke out. Unicorn after Unicorn tried to help, what 'good' that did.

But shortly after Silver Shine captured me in the crawl space, which she tortured me right after, I saw that Unicorns were being attacked and jumped by odd creatures of the ice.

Silver Shine tortured me in the worst way possible. I had to sit and watch while wings were detached from Pegasi, horns ripped from the soft Unicorns.

I heard the screams of filly after countless filly. They were targeted as well. I thought Earth ponies would be spared, I was horribly wrong. Like I, they were forced to watch as their fellow ponies, the gifted ones, became just like them.

But by force, not birth.

Few escaped, the Mane 6 got out, or, most of them. Pinkie has straight hair now, no bounce after seeing what she saw, hearing what we all heard.

Before she left, Twilight foretold something, spoke of a prophecy,

'The creator of the night will make everything right.'

It doesn't make sense since the creator of night is gone, but oh well. We'll have to make do. It's not like there is any sun peaking from the sky, the clouds of snow have blotted everything out.

I'm running out of ink, so I'll have to cut this short.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 2nd, Year 2013

Silver is an in pain because someone she loved died. She hates the pain, and then causes it. It feels odd to know I helped cause this death. I helped kill Simon C Sugar.

I found out his Cutie Mark was fake, no one else. No one but me. And then when Loli tried to shut me up, I wouldn't. I never told, but I wouldn't let it go either.

But he brought torture upon me, I couldn't let it go, right? I don't know if I did the right thing or not, by threatening Simon. Was I in the wrong the second I opened my big mouth?

After months of hearing him tease me, his words still echo in my head long after they ceased to exist, am I in the wrong for finally standing up for myself? Should I have let it go?

Would anything be different if I hadn't seen. . .THAT?

Silver Shine was such a nice mare, but then she took an arrow to the heart. Her suspected lover was killed by her brother, the one whom I love. Quite odd, but it is life. But life doesn't end in the destruction of ponies. Life doesn't end that way. Right? And if it does. . .Have I been cutting off reality so I don't see it?

Locked out of life, for blinding myself? I don't know what to do anymore, do I run and hide, or do I brave it out, charge forward, and fight the evil in my life?

Tell me what to do Diary, no, Journal. Please. I'm so scared, with all the blood and broken wings and horns surrounding me, I'm terrified. Please, tell me what to do. I know you can't, but please. I fear insanity is quickly becoming a close friend.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 3rd, Year 2013

I want to go home. I want to see the stars from my bedroom at night and hear the birds chirp in the morning.

The only thing to lull me to sleep at night is the sound of ponies screaming, and to wake me up I hear innocent ponies sobbing.

And if some pony were to nudge me and tell me I had a mark on flank, I hope it would be a clock ticking my life away.

Journal, can you imagine seeing the wings slowly and painfully ripped off a Pegasus? The tendrils of skin and veins bloody and slimy, and you have to watch? Or a horn quickly ripped off a Unicorn before they can use magic to stop it? I don't know what It are, I just call the things It. The It are ice monstrosities, they look like they were once creatures, but have long since changed.

Ice, snow, melting things. All wanting to cause pain, and suffering.

And nightmares.

Silver Shine was just an ordinary nice mare, gone, taken by control and loss and It. She grew cold, so so cold. Her heart must have frozen.

But back to it, can you imagine seeing little foals get ripped from their mothers, only to them be ripped by their extra appendages? Or sat in front of the It as they do these horrid deeds?

Crying, crying for their mothers, crying, crying, crying, tears erupting from innocence, blood interrupting innocence, what can you do other than run? Run from sanity, as if it ever existed? All I can do is run from it all, but I can't run in my dreams.

I feel like a monster. I feel as though the images scarred into my mind make me no better than It. I can't breathe without clouds of cold fogging around me, hugging my breath tight as if it were a friend.

Like you, Journal. A friend that holds something, whether it be air or the truth, it holds something.

Before I go out to scrounge for more ink, as I am running out again, I must tell you:

Rainbow Dash is dead.

She bled out after her wings were stolen from her, refused any help. It is now the Mane 5, and Pinkie Pie looks close to death herself, her eyes grow darker with each passing day, each new horror the clouds of ice and snow bring. I fear all hope is lost, but that's alright, from the very beginning it was never there.

Like a Pity Mark, a Cutie Mark type thing given to a pony right before death, or directly after. It is there, but it shouldn't be. The hope isn't there, but it should be.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 4th, Year 2013

'What are these wonders around me? The things that call for me. What are these wonders that tell me to be, what are these wonders that are me?

Cry a lullaby, cry no more, cry a lullaby, my oh my, and let the happiness soar.

Hush little filly, don't be silly, nothing is around you. Hush little filly, don't be silly, Sissy will do what Sissy can do.

There are no monsters hear, so stop and wipe away your tear. Let Sissy do what she can do.'

A song my sister sang to me when I had night dreams of nightmares. There was more to it, but I can't remember the rest unless she's here next to me, her voice ringing out, chasing away all fears and tears.

She had such a beautiful voice.

I remember she sang another song, to my foalsitter, he was nice. She sang to him when his marefriend left him. They were around the same age, and yet she wasn't scared to sing in front of him. Unlike the other song, the one she sang to me, she turned his into a country jam rather than a sweet tune of comfort.

'I fell in love, oh yes I did. It was hard, my heart is scarred, but I know what I did. I let that pony get to me, oh my oh me I did. I let that pony define me, oh my oh me I wish I kid.

That fellow over there, called to me, said I had pretty hair and danced 'round with me.

Oh once 'round where we first met, now oh so no regret but I sure do fret.

Months later I came to see, I came to see the pony that defined me, and in his arms was another mare, never ever will seem fair.'

She sang for hours, something along those lines. Past the first slow line, she got faster and faster, sounding happier and happier. Like the love was lost, and that's okay.

I sang to the younger fillies today, they've seen It take over and rip things from other ponies, or in some cases, them. I got Pinkie Pie to cheer up by helping others cheer up, and she did it, somehow that pony spread around happiness without magic.

That pony is magic.

I hope the ponies do get better, I know a few nurses are helping stitching up other ponies. We can't stitch up the extra appendages, wings and horns, no, the It have them, and even if they didn't, it's too late. The nurses are also teaching other ponies how to care for the injured, and a filly today got her Cutie Mark! A bandage with a smile in the middle, she's great at helping the younger ponies.

I hope things keep getting better.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 5th, Year 2013

I've calmed the small fillies, not much more to say other than that. The It feed on the dead, I know that now. It's scary, but not as much anymore.

Sorry for the small report.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 6th, Year 2013

The sky thunders through the trees. To think I was once afraid, no, terrified of the dark. If only I could tell myself back then, that the dark lay in us all, no matter who you are, what you say, it is there.

And it follows, everywhere.

I've seen fillies die, mares and stallions try to end it all. Seen horrors beyond imagination, or so I thought.

The dark will live in us forever, there is no way around it. You can never separate the darkness from you, no pony can tell

the difference between the darkness and I.

I saw a mother sell her child for a small bit of food. A loaf of bread and glass of milk. A father lose his daughter, and the heart inside his wife.

Ponies go mad with fear of the dark and of It as they survey us for Silver Shine. Look over every detail.

And remind you that all you are is a face in the pool, the outer shell of a dream, for what lies inside in wait will pounce one day, and who's to stop it when it does? Not I, I cannot control the darkness inside.

And it will be there long after you're gone.

A stallion trying to sell his deceased friend for anything, an It beating the living horse dung out of a pony for sneezing, the ice creating layers of marks against the poor pony, the stallion being able to sell his friend to a necrophiliac pony.

And there was no one to stop him.

A beautiful mare I knew once, long ago, turn to rags from riches, her golden mane dull and gray, her beautiful clear coat now dirty and smudged.

I heard Silver Shine this morning,

"All remaining Unicorns with horns and able magic to the center of Manehattan, don't come and my minions will come. Be prepared to walk thousands of miles, be prepared. Pegasi with wings should report to me, on the roof of the tallest building in Equestria, the Castle. You will show me to this 'Rainbow Factory' and we will make rainbows together. Fun."

She had once made the sky filled with glittery sparks of angelic design, whatever the Rainbow Factory is, it isn't good.

And the dead from long ago still walk. Do you remember when I last spoke in December, of the dead walking, they still do. I see Simon patrol the west section.

Looking for more dead, the ones that haven't been sold.

There is still a cloudiness darkness in his heart, it is to be there for, what, forever? Possibly. I don't know.

I do know I must find a way out. Out of this madness.

Perhaps I shall let my darkness show.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 7th, Year 2013

I hear her trot around nervously, I'm not sure who she is, but she's there. I hear her at night, like a silent angel, and when I awake, there is food by my things and milk at my hooves. All fresh.

Someone is trying to do something, and I don't know who. By the kindness shown, I can only guess it is a mare. I'm not entirely sure, but all the stallions around here are big jerks, and the mares aren't too much kinder, but they still are, even just a bit.

I wonder if they're deliberately trying to keep me alive. I've given half of my food away, to the hungrier, maybe that's why.

Whoever it is, they need generosity.

Quite the odd thing to need, and I know a Unicorn of the Mane 6 that's known for that, so why not go for her?

Why go after a hopeless mess like me?

Anyway, the Unicorns were used to operate machines in the Rainbow Factory, whatever the heck that was. There are next to no Pegasi around, why? Because they're all dead.

All but a few.

The few have been around the corner, one pony said they were mating. That's weird, I thought they were friends. Why become mates with someone you already are mates with? Pegasus logic I suppose.

The Unicorns came back bloody, beaten, and starved. Of course, they came back looking the way they did when they left. The It charged at them and positioned them in orderly fashion.

One of the Its was recognizable. I recognized it as a bunny Apple Bloom used to talk about, Angel she called it. I recognized it because it was crying, the It don't cry.

Giant ice monsters in the form of animals, I didn't know they were once animals that showed compassion, passion, regret, remorse, guilt, I wish I had known.

It was crying because of its old master, I assume.

Poor thing.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 8th, Year 2013

It's beautifully cold today. I don't know why though. But it is. Nothing can rip away the truth. Well, I guess that's not true. . .You can rip away the truth that there is hope, or who you are. Silver Shine has proven that.

I'm so tired. . .I've been up for what, 27 hours now? Trying to help the ponies, give them hope, get them to help others. I pretend to sleep to try to see the mare who delivers me things. I just can't seem to get up in time. Whoever it is, they're quick.

I found Sweetie Belle, her horn wasn't ripped off. It's odd to see a Unicorn now, one that still has a horn.

Will Scootaloo have wings?

"The monsters and creatures around you will attack when they feel threatened." Silver Shines' voice blared through the sky, over and over again, those words repeat themselves.

Oh well.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 9th. Year 2013

'Tick, tock, tick, tock, said the lovely clock. But one day, it stopped ticking and tocking, something had stopped its talking. Mr. Mouse ran to see, the clock, so lovely. The clock was gone, there was no tick or tock, for the clock has gone.'

Another song my sister used to sing. The sound of nervous hooves pounding against the ground make me remember. And the milk and food left after the hooves have faded, they make me remember songs of my past too.

Tick tock, clip clop. So lovely, yet not. Kinda scary.

Silver Shine forbids the killing of ponies too young, though she did it before. . .Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo will keep their wings and horns until they're older.

In a month, they shall be dead.

And I wont be.

The thought brings my inner most darkness to light, but that's okay. Sometimes you just have to let it shine, or dull, in the case of darkness.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 10th, Year 2013

I have no idea what to say, nothing much has changed. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom have appeared, Scootaloo is still missing, is there much to say?

No, I don't think so.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 11th-20th

February 11th, Year 2013

The sound of dripping water echoes through the cavern in which I lay now. It's cold here, so cold, but it's nice, I suppose. Silver Shine had announced Earth Ponies were to run, run far away, and if they look back, they're to realize the mistake they've made.

I haven't looked back since.

I heard screaming, the screaming of ponies I couldn't help, for I had ran. And I would again, given the chance.

I suppose Earth Ponies mean nothing to the would be Pegasus. I remember when she was just a Pegasus, not some wild Alicorn bent on destruction. Good times, they were.

She would throw sparkles into the air, let them shine over the clouds in brilliant waves, she was meant for decoration, not for Cloudsdale.

She wasn't a fast flier, oh but she could be, if she tried. She could be the fastest flier in Equestria, she had the wings for the goal, but she didn't try.

I remember my first entry about her, all those weeks ago. . .

December 1st, Year 2012

A new member has joined the Manehattan branch of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. She's nice, funny, but kind of shy. She has a mane like gold and a coat like silver, her name's Silver Shine. She's really good at flying, and can make the sky burst with colors when she sprinkles glitter on her wings and takes off.

Your friend, Babs Seed

Her mane had grown cold and looked old, it shined of silver before December was over. All because of love. What is love? Is it an It, only, it waits to consume us all, and torture us forever? It has no end, no end. Not a foreseeable one.

It may just be that though, an It. Once the one you love is taken away, or killed in the sake of Silver Shine, you yourself become one with Love, an It. You can try to move on, but is there ever truly a way out?

A way to escape the madness that is Love?

I didn't think so.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 12th, Year 2013

This time year round is a time for celebration, is it not? A time for dancing, and singing, and being with those you hold close, right?

Then why does the wind tease me so, the sound of silence piercing through the air with ease, when I should hear laughter. I hear giggles of small Earths, their parents holding them softly, willing them to forget the unforgettable.

But is it possible?

I have turned back, said goodbye to Apple Bloom, sent her on her way to Paradise, a dream just short of a parasite. It's so unreal, Paradise, but it's something to look forward to, is it not?

I've been at the barrier for a few hours, the line of words where the Earths were set free, to roam and use nothing, for they had nothing.

If I enter now, I will be persecuted with a fate most likely similar to death. But I will welcome it, knowing that some pony, somewhere, will know the sacrifice one pony can give to another, for no apparent reason.

No, for kindness.

I met Apple Jack and the rest of the Mane 6 on the way, I told them of Rainbow Dash. Pinkie Pie still hasn't gained her fluff, not even when reunited with the others. Her mane is a small bit puffy, thanks to the sound of laughter echoing through her ears, but not much.

"And you're going back?" Twilight Sparkle asked, curiously she added, "To the death, destruction, and starvation?"

I nodded and forced the bravest smile I could,

"Some pony has to, why not a tough and buff pony? Like me."

Apple Jack had protested angrily after that, drawing me close with a huff, "You're not going anywhere but with us young one."

Of course every pony has to sleep sometime.

And so here I am now, here since dawn, since the dawn of it all really.

But unlike the others, I am ready.

Unlike Silver Shine, I have opened my heart.

Unlike those in there, I am strong.

But most importantly,

I am

Your Friend,

Babs Seed

February 14th, Year 2013

Loli Pop, of course it was Loli Pop. The silver mane, the blue coat, the colorful Cutie Mark, how did I not see it was Loli Pop?

I remember a childish game I played months ago, you would swirl your hoof in front of some pony and chant, "Loli loli loli loli," Until you wanted to scare them with a "POP!" and clapped your hooves together, inches from their face.

Well, this feels like that game, but I know there are bigger 'POP!'s to come.

He said he had a food wagon, and we began distributing the food to the other ponies, but some were too weak to eat, to digest. Some were so skinny, they were no more than flesh pulled over bones.

It was scary, to see them like this.

"I can't stay here," I told Loli just minutes ago. "I have to keep going, to Canterlot."

"Why would you go there?" He asked. We were being watched by the It, so we had to keep our voices hushed. They were wondering why an Earth was here.

"I need to finish what I started." All we ever see is a hologram of Silver Shine, I just plan to visit the real thing.

He warned me to go, protested, but nothing can stop me now. I've seen what one pony can do, time for another to take a swing at changing everything.

I've already started my journey towards Canterlot, I hope to report tomorrow.

If not, goodbye Journal.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 15th, Year 2013

It's cold, so cold. In Manehattan, it was really cold, but the cold here, it's much much worse. I don't know where I am, somewhere just outside of Canterlot. I can see the gates to the Castle, so I might be in Canterlot, I'm not sure.

It's so cold, so Silver Shine, the mare of Ice, must be close! Her heart froze, as did whatever magic she began to posses, growing a horn of ice because one pony died.

I didn't do that when Shining Wings disappeared. Never would I think of it. It just isn't natural to hang onto sadness, yes it is sad, and you can hold that pony to your heart, but you should not hold it there forever.

I cannot dwell too long, I hear someone coming. Looks like Silver is patrolling, so goodbye for now, Journal.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 16th, Year 2013

I followed the pony for hours yesterday, they had a cloak on, so I couldn't tell who it was. I got scared when they turned around, and hid.

I wish I had fought.

Now my hooves are nearly frozen because of the climate in this place, it's so, so cold.

I sneezed, the small snot particles froze in front of me.

I'm sure I have frostbite on my rear left hoof, but I'm too afraid to look at it, if I do, it's too late anyway.

The pony has disappeared, I hope I can find them again soon.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 17th, Year 2013

The time draws near. The time to fight, the time to kick and buck like every enemy is just an apple tree, and I'm Apple Jack, best apple kicker ever!

The time to do everything I've ever wanted is over now, I've grown in the last few months. I no longer want to go visit Saddle

Arabia and see what it's like, none of that. All I want is to survive.

I'm at the Castle, I hear her inside. Silver Shine. I hear her crying or laughing, or maybe both.

I cannot report too much, if I waste time writing and not finding a way inside, time is wasted.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 18th, Year 2013

The moonlight fell just right on Silver Shine, from where I was standing. I could see every feature, every gleaming feature as the light hit her icy body.

She looked like an angel

Of death

It took everything to launch myself at her, every ounce of courage I had. I headbutted into her, nearly smashing her leg which had been pure ice, but then I realized:

That was an ice statue

"Oh my my my, what do we have here?" A voice sounded crudely behind me. "Some pony trying to destroy my BEAUTIFUL sculpture? How rude. Show your face, pony."

I turned and showed the pony my hooves as I launched myself right at her.

We collided as she gasped, "Babs!? You should be in the Everfree Forest, dying!"

I knew there was no paradise

We tussled for awhile before she launched me to the side of the room with her hooves, crashing and beating me into the wall.

That's when I saw Luna, she was IN the ice statue. Her blue contrasted to the ice, but barely. She looked frozen in horror, but the position she was fixated in said otherwise.

You wouldn't think it was Luna if you looked at it.

I scampered off, and am now writing in a hiding place. I need to make a plan, and it will be good, when I think of it.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 19th, Year 2013

It seems I am to dance with death as it shines off an icy mare with a broken heart.

Again, in hiding, sorry about that. Not my fault. Silver Shine is using dogs to sniff me out, had to hide before I got mauled to death and such, the usual.

Right about now, I could really go for an apple.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 20th, Year 2013

Something erupted through the castle, and at first I thought Silver Shine was done playing games,

Oh no, the games had just begun.

I heard a shriek, one that I knew, it was familiar. More so than any of the other cries I heard. After hopping down and racing faster than I had ever went before, I crashed into a sight for sore eyes,

Other fillies and colts had gathered at the castle to help. There was Sweetie Belle, Loli Pop, Scootaloo, some pony named Pip, Twist, even Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

Others I couldn't write down because if I wrote every pony that came, well, I'd be out of ink and paper!

They told me to go get the Princess, that they would take care of this icy monster.

"But Princess Luna, she IS ice!" I tried to explain, but they snorted and shook their heads as they charged at the mare who looked old enough to be the sun, but was really just a month or two older than them all.

"Celestia you dope!" Diamond Tiara called, and here I am. I raced around the castle, looking for another ice sculpture, and I still can't find her!

Wish me luck!

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 21st-28th

February 21st, Year 2013

I can't find Celestia, she's no where, but she has to be somewhere. Is she in a grave, 6ft under? Perhaps in the sky, wanting to yell at me for looking for a dead mare? Perha-

Op, there she is, in her room. Whoops.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 22nd, Year 2013

What the heck. Celestia has just been laying in her bed, apparently she was told she could do whatever she wanted by Silver Shine, so she took a break from raising the sun.

And she also had no idea her sister was turned to ice. If the sun were to be raised, would Luna melt, or be set free?

"Do it," I spoke to the Alicorn mare. "Raise the sun."

"What? Why? What's going on, young one." She questioned, not breaking for a pause in the middle of those questions.

It was weird, she wouldn't raise the sun until I bartered with her,

"Raise the sun," I said, "And I tell you everything."

She had looked me over several times before trotting to her window, staring at the chaos below. Chaos she could have stopped. She nodded before trotting out of the room, to the balcony set at the end of a hallway, for whatever reason.

She was back within five minute, the sun with her. Strange, I had not seen the sun for months, I had forgotten what the rays looked like, golden opportunities.

Like grains, thousands of grains showering down upon us, or possibilities of such. It was so beautiful,

Until I hear a screech.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 23rd, Year 2013

I've tried explaining everything to the Sun Goddess, but she claims she already knew. Psh, Alicorns and their pride.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 24th, Year 2013

Can you hear it? The sound of excitement pounding through the pages of disappointment? Can you see the vibrations of war shake through the earth? Can you feel the waves of anticipation followed by daggers of adrenaline?

I can.

Celestia has gone outside, after lifting the sun from where it laid for so long. She is determined to put a stop to this, to heal and wipe the memory of every pony who had suffered.

I hope that doesn't mean me.

When she came back, Silver Shine was ready, ready to go head to head. They bashed horns together, tried to use magic upon one another.

"Celestia is far more superior than Silver Shine," Loli tried to reassure me, but if that's so, why can't she just win?

I saw Shining Wings, he smiled at me, called out my name, before a lightning bolt, probably a stray from the two Alicorns fighting, struck in between us.

Despite that, we nuzzled each other.

"Where've you been?" I asked him, which he simply replied,

"I was here, trying to snap Silver out of it."

He loves his sister so much, even after all of this.

Beautiful.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 25th, Year 2013

Rays of sunshine bursting through the evergreens and the maples and ever tree imaginable, it can be seen from here, at the Castle. But a bigger, more important scene can also be seen from the Castle, two actually, right next to one another.

Silver Shine being slowly defeated, and Princess Luna melting.

Well, the ice that imprisons her, she isn't the one actually melting.

"Stand DOWN!" Celestia roared, her loud voice echoing through every chamber in Canterlot.

Luckily no one was in the city to know.

But before Silver could answer, a large crash came from the door down below, and before I knew it, Its were here. The It, remember them? The creatures of ice made from actual animals, yeah, time to say hi to them again.

And thank you.

Their voices were distorted as they garbled nonsense, but one thing was obvious, they weren't hear to help Silver Shine.

Their icy parts were melting, you could see them dripping. Their cold hearts melting too, realizing who did this to them, Silver Shine.

Before any pony could blink, three of them had restrained her, two grabbed her legs, one to each pair, hind or front, and one grabbed her horn.

Before any pony could do anything, the one It snapped her horn off. Jagged pieces clung to her head.

That's gotta hurt.

She screamed and howled, and Celestia looked down on her, and spoke,

"What am I going to do with you?"

Oh boy.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 26th, Year 2013

Celestia has come to a conclusion on what to do to Silver Shine, she wont tell any pony what just yet.

"You'll see. Or maybe not. . ." She trailed off, looking up at the sky. She quickly melted her sister, and melted her out of her icy prison. They talked, with Shining Wings by their side. A few retorts from him, before he nodded quickly, looking over at me.

I'm so confused, it's funny.

They came back, and Celestia nodded over to Shining quickly, then to all of us.

"This may confuse you. . .But we need you all to forget."

I doubt she means every pony, right? I can still remember, right? She offered us food and drinks before she said that, and now I'm not so sure I should have eaten the oats, I feel funny and I can't finis-

February 27th, Year 2013

I woke up to a slight headache this morning, Journal. For some reason, my bones ache and I feel as though someone flashed a very bright light in my eyes. It kind of hurts to blink. Perhaps my sister did, when she was checking up on me. I have bandages everywhere on me, so she must have checked.

I found it odd to see it was February, it felt as though just yesterday it was November 30th. School must have been really, really fun!

Oh, and we got a new member today! Her name is Silver Shine, she's really pretty. She's kinda shy though. . .She has a mane like gold and a coat like silver, and she's REALLY good at flying. Like, Rainbow Dash good, but not as fast.

She puts silver and gold dust on her wings, takes off, and all you can see is a blur of. . .Well, the best way to describe it is beautiful, so a blur of beautiful!

Oh, and Journal, I had a weird dream last night. Some pony with fake wings told me something, I forget what it is. I even forget what the pony looked like, must have been a worthless dream, huh?

Every pony seems to be confused about the dates, and how Spring is nearly upon us. Did we skip Winter? There's ice everywhere, or was. It's gone now.

It's gone now, like December. Like January and now, most of February.

I looked back at the pages before this one, but none of them made sense. An evil Ice Princess? A hoard of. . .It? I must have been writing a story, it sounds and seems as though that's the only sensible explanation.

Oh well.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 28th, Year 2013

I was out Crusading, when a member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders: Manehattan came up to me. His name's Loli Pop. He already has his Cutie Mark, but wants to help others find their mark He asked me a peculiar question,

"Will you be my. . .Marefriend?" I said yes, of course. He's not too shabby, but his silver mane doesn't really match his blue coat. He's really nice towards every pony else, greets everyone equally. I wish you could meet him, Journal!

We crusaded for hours, jumping rope, skipping stones, playing basketball, it was really fun.

But there was one odd part. One part that seems to cause me a great sadness when I think of it, but a searing stone of happiness when I think of the pony.

There was a stallion across the river we were skipping stones. He had a guard uniform on, I couldn't tell who he was, but he made my heart leap in bounds. He had metal wings, must have had a horrible accident. He looked like he should have been a plow horse.

He looked at his sister, and she waved to him,

"Big Brother, hi!"

She sounded excited as she whispered over to me,

"He's a Royal Guard. Really important!"

When I turned back to look at him, he was looking straight at me. Into my eyes, actually. As if he was trying to see into the windows of my soul, like I was hollow. But I wasn't, and he seemed disheartened by that, he closed his eyes.

He didn't find what he was looking for.

I didn't think he would.

Soon it was getting late, and the other ponies wanted to play basketball, so we left. I was the last one, nosing the remaining stones into the river, where we got them from, where they belonged. Just as I turned to leave, I was him. The Royal Guard. Shining Wings.

He looked back into my eyes, a great sadness in his eyes that said, 'I will never forget, but it seems as though you have.'

Princess Celestia came and wrapped a wing over him, telling him it was time to get back to the castle, and then he

whispered, so softly I barely heard it,

"I will always return to you."

Odd.

Well Journal, after basketball we couldn't see our hooves in front of our faces. I'm writing this as I lay in bed, trying to forget that stallion who whispered to me, his eyes saying he had witnessed horrors beyond me.

I don't think I'll need you anymore, Journal. I'm not sure yet.

Your Friend,

Babs Seed