Guh. So long since I updated. I'm so ashamed. Review and tell me i'm a jerk, I know I deserve it.
...See what I did there? *slinks away*
Punky Print's Log; Day 3
I finished the book today. My sister and I will be the first to be exiled in a long time, but we definitely won't be the first ponies exiled somewhere that isn't the Everfree Forrest. The book mentions ponies being taken away, never to be seen again in Equestria. I don't know where we would be exiled to, a place isn't named in the book, but there are going to probably be hundreds of ponies, maybe thousands. Most of the exiles happened a long time ago, I wonder if some of the ponies there even know what their ancestors did.
I've resigned myself to exile, there's no way we'll get any less than that. But I'm still afraid. I just graduated from school last year, and Inky is still in her final year. With both of our parents dead we'll be left to fend for ourselves, wherever we're placed. All of our friends would be gone, and what would they know about what happened to us? Our story would be turned into a tale of traitors, and what would the ponies we care for so dearly think of us then?
I had a panic attack today. I kept calling it a mental breakdown, but Inky said that's the wrong word. I don't know what set me off - I usually never do - but suddenly my horn was gone. Celestia had destroyed it when we were exiled, and the guards were coming to get me, because we weren't supposed to go back home. I curled up in the shadows in my room, hoping my olive-green coat would blend in if all of the lights were out. Tears streamed down my face, I was so scared that I couldn't stop shaking.
I was curled up in the dark for hours until Inky-Pie came home from school.
"Punky? Where are you, sis?" A light came on in the hallway and I squeaked, terrified that the guards would find us if the lights came on, but too scared to move and turn them off. Inky walked to the open door to my room and looked in sadly. "Punky, what happened?" I hushed her.
"T-the guards...they'll hear you," I hissed, still sobbing to the point that my tongue felt useless. Inky galloped quickly through the house, prepared to buck anypony in the house, even knowing there were no guards. After checking the house, she sat next to me and wrapped me up in a hug.
"What guards, Punky?"
"The- the ones the princess sent. W-we weren't su-supposed tuh c-c-come buh-back, bu-but we're huh-here."
"Punky," she said calmly, "there aren't any guards nearby. We weren't exiled, we haven't even talked to Celestia yet." I shook my head.
"Nuh-no, she said we can't go back. Can't go back, Inky..." I looked up at my worried sister. "Sh-she took muh-my h-horn, Inky. 'S gone, Inky," I whimpered, hooves in my mane, searching for my horn. "'S gone," I whimpered. "She took my horn...where's my horn? Can't find my horn..." I mumbled. Inky got up and I rocked back and forth in my corner until she brought over a mirror.
"Look, Punky," She said after placing it beside me on the floor, "your horn's still there. It's fine." I stared into my reflection, confused. I couldn't feel my horn whenI felt for it with my hooves, but in the mirror I could see it protruding from my blonde mane just as it always had. Inky wrapped me in a tight hug until I calmed down, and by then it was dark out side.
The rest of the evening went by without incident. Inky did her homework from school, we ate dinner, and everything was fine. Uncomfortable, but fine. I don't think either of us ever really know what to do after I freak out like I did. The sad thing is, Inky was the only one who was ever around for my breakdowns, even when our parents were still around. I think my dad was there once, but that just made it worse. He always scared me, especially when I was smaller. Inky just flat out hated him, but she never told him that. Maybe he scared her, too.
Inky and I went over the plan again, we're going through with it tomorrow. We're as ready as we'll ever be, all we can do now is hope Celestia doesn't do something too awful to us for confronting her.