Dear Log,
I decided to keep a record of my things incase my life is cut short by my dreadful family. I have just been through so much. Too much. It all began last month. The first day of winter...

My family introduced me to Daud. He has the colour of blood staining him, he has an big hollow head and thinks he's the king of the world. He always is following me, pretending that I'm his girl. I hate him, and he's always trying to get me to mate. He's so stupid. The thing is that his father rules a land. Some big land that is overatted, having green grass. It's some 'status' symbol to them. My mother, bearing the same blue scales; but dull and not a glitterly is forcing into this relationship. I put up with his taunting friends, he always showing me off. I always snap and hiss at him. My parents are not happy with my ways. So they are telling the same stupid story of honor to the family. I don't care. When I get the chance, I always walk and spend some time in the forest. It is always quiet there, and he can never find me here. On day when I was crying, a stallion sat next to me. He was very nice. I gave him a kiss. I think he liked that. His name was Ryandde. He said he lived on the other side of the forest. I had never known of another land where Monstrous Ones like myself lived. Since then I saw him every night. Until Duad found out I wasn't sleeping in his cave. He followed me, spying on me. I did not see him. But I knew. He told my mother. She took me away from him. Little did niether of us know I was preghant with his foal. I saw him being eaten alive. My mother said she would finish me off. I ran away. She saw me, she cursing me with those words. Death... Death for young Misha.

Now, I'm heavily preghant with his foal. It's the last thing of him, besides memories. I plan to risk life and death to save the foal. For it's the message that I was his sould mate. Forever. I wait in the grounds, scared at night; not getting little sleep. Mistaking my family for an owl. It is scary. I think I'm going to die.

Dear log.
I've been waiting in these grounds for 20 almost sleepless nights. My eyes are red, and my belly has grown even larger than before. Here in the moonlight, I sob once more. Realising I'm in the mate finding grounds. Something brought me here. I did not know why, but I wish not to be in the claiming grounds - where pushy stallions persude me to their dump. I think my family won't think to find me here. Then again my judgement has been hazy. Though I drink and eat like any other, something longs for me. Out of one of the few nights I spent there, the last infact. I saw in the moonlight a green stallion. He looks familiar, he looks like Ryandde; expect he has a slash on his eye. He claimed me, and took me to his homeland.

When trekking towards the oasis, I felt sharp pains in my womb. The foal was coming soon. How to see someone like him again. The desert burns my hooves slightly, and I sweat onto my scales. They dulling.