[debris]

No home, no home, no home, no home, no hope, no hope, no hope... The words throbbed in my ears as I turned to look at the small amount of straggling ponies behind me, trying to unsuccessfully block out the smoke in my nostrils and eyes, and trying even more unsuccessfully to block out the sight of the raging fire that had engulfed my town. My home, the only home I had.... gone forever. And for all I knew, my parents and siblings could be in there, calling for me, and recieving no answer... Or the horrible pony who had started it all could have taken them captive! She said her name was... Hyperactive? No. Horrible? Suits her, but no. Oh, I remember!! Hypnotic! Anyways, my only possession I have left is my journal, and this weird piece of burnt wood that I'm writing with. Oh, and my cloak. Ok, my small group of friends that survived are catching up, so bye for now.


~ Snowdrift


Hope you like the second page! It's a bit of a filler, but...



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She's one of the main 4.