Woke up on damp grass. Different from cold hard ground. Not used to it. Knew something was up.

Had been relocated. New bright world full of colorful horses; myself included. Suspected drugs at first. Can't completely rule them out, but becoming less likely. Experience too real for any simple trip or dream.

After initial confusion, stopped to think about situation. Observed other ponies. Most or all previously humans. None of us remember our true names. Talk of a green crack they all saw. Similar to green light in my memory. Here by accident, or for a reason?

Possible leads: Princess Celestia, ruler of the land. Lives in "Canterlot". Long trip. Could provide answer. Or the zebra lady. Lives in "Everfree Forest". Nearby, but have to take a dangerous path. Thought little of danger. Wanted answers immediately.

Far from peaceful place. Tan pony summoned horde of demons from the forest. Didn't know why at first. Likely to have been an accident. Ponies scattered, some going into forest. Followed after them. Didn't care for their safety. Hoped to encounter a demon. Needed a fight to get blood pumping.

Turns out more than blood pumps through me. Discovered ability to shoot fire, and encase myself in it. Rotted tree first to feel my wrath. Left me half drained when actual enemies arrived. Not demons; wolves made of tree bark. Burn real good.

Pony named Numbers provided support. Able bodied pony. Highly reasoned. Laughs too much though; possible maniac. Has no use of magic though, so shouldn't be a problem.

Was outnumbered after killing the wolf pups. Ran to find other ponies in woods. Lead danger straight to them, not thinking of consequences. Foolish of me, but worked for best. Many unlocked their magic potential in the fight. No casualties on our side.

Realized can't do this on my own. Fire only burns for so long. Need to surround self with other strong ponies. They aren't making it easy, though.

After returning from forest, Ice Storm confronted archer pony. Pointless argument. Ice Storm clearly an idealist, and archer suffering from dementia. Could have ended peacefully, but then wild card showed up again.

That tan pony. Ran up and began to bitch about Storm's bitching. Hypocrite. Worse, tan pony can't control her magic. Felt it swelling inside her as she yelled. Remembered last time she lost control of magic. Realize how dangerous she truly was. Ticking time bomb.

Frost began to cover the ground; Storm must have been thinking the same as me. Set my hands hooves on fire. Warned wild card to back off. Not good with words; only upset her more. She summoned a dragon-like creature, but it disappeared as soon as it came. Lucky. Doubt my flames could counteract a beast that looks to be made out of fire.

Wild card ran off afterwards. Seem to be only one who realizes this is a good thing. Ponies try to call me out for my actions. Never let me explain, though. Usually wouldn't care what others think of me, but the ponies seem to be splitting into two camps now. Divided, stand less of a chance of getting back to Earth. Those foolishly following wild card doom themselves, if not all of us.

Need to rest. Decide on course of action.

~ Serah