Another ficlet I wrote for the Harmoniashipping Community. Inspired by GinnyPerry and Girl-Apart5
It's been 4 days since I ate a real meal.
Father said this was for my own good. If I was going to go out on my own on my quest, I had to prepare myself for a world of hardship. He already took my bed out of my room. I've been using the ramp as a bed. The carpet is much more comfy, but maybe the discomfort of the hard wood will help me get used to the outdoors.
I'm not sure if this is what people really do when they go on a journey. I've been feeling so faint, it's hard to even stand. Father has been so kind to send me small portions of food. I can still taste the celery from yesterday morning. Everyday he gives me one glass of water. I was only allowed one per day because father said nothing in this world was free. He said if I wanted to make it in the real world, I needed money. To get money, I needed to battle.
I don't want to battle. My friends aren't tools. The thought of forcing them to fight just makes me cringe. But father said even some people have to suffer in order to achieve their goals. I suppose he's right. I hope my friends understand. I don't want them to hate me.
I'm going back to sleep. I can't keep myself awake. I hope father brings me something to eat later.