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How long has it been? Many months, for sure, if not a few years. It has been longer than I can remember since I wrote in this journal. I found it tucked away in my personal chamber, long forgotten. The Spirit urged me to write one final entry, as It is in Its plan for the island.

I read back over all that I have written. Rather, that a griffon who shared my name once wrote. It is surreal to think that this griffon was once me. She came to this island filled with anger, fear, despair, and wishing to go home. If only that silly girl knew she was already home the moment she set foot on the beach!

What was life like for her outside of my island, I wonder? I have no memory of most of it save one in particular, and her entries only provide hints. It is for the best, as Gilda was unhappy. She was lost, but not in the way she thought she was. Adrift in life, consumed by fear and insecurity, dependent on others to raise her up. When she found this island, she found herself. And she became the beautiful griffon I am today. I have never felt more empowered than in my time on this island, serving The Spirit.

Every day I commune with The Spirit, and every day It tells me stories of those who came before me. They were not an organized tribe, but a collection of lost strangers who found their way home, like me. They came to love The Spirit and the island, and dedicated their lives to serving It. Through carnal pleasures and bestial urges ponies, griffons, hippogriffs, and dragons alike paid tribute to The Spirit. And The Spirit, in turn, collected their essence through the males' seed, and the females' milk and nectar.

But the wanderers stopped finding their way to the island, and the people could not reproduce fast enough. Though The Spirit is powerful, It cannot grant Its worshippers eternal life. The Spirit's power waned as the islanders died off and were not replaced. With the last of Its strength, It was able to take hold of my lifeboat, and guide it towards the island. From there, I was able to awaken It, and It gathered Its power once more.

As I wrote in the pages before this one, The Spirit rewarded me greatly for serving It. My old, unhappy memories and abrasive personality were washed away. My body was gifted powerful muscles and elegant curves. My breasts grew plentiful and productive. Each are now larger than my head, and never once has the flow of milk given out from them.

I was granted powerful orgasms, and a vivid imagination through which I could fantasize about every possible sexual encounter. When I climax, my nectar gushes forth several feet.

But in all this time, there has been something missing. I crave the affection of another creature that The Spirit can't provide on Its own. Though The Spirit pleasures me directly twice monthly when I offer myself to It for sustenance, that simply isn't the same as a lover's touch.

I brought it up to The Spirit last night after presenting my offering. It readily agreed that I could use a partner, or several. Bringing others to the island would allow it to grow stronger. Now that the temple was rebuilt, and It could reach out from beyond the horizon once more, it is time to rebuild the tribe that sustained it.

When I have finished writing this entry, I shall bind the journal in the old tarp I brought to the island on the lifeboat. Once it is secure, I will take a raft as far out to sea as I can manage and cast it into the current. A risky proposition, I know, but The Spirit seemed confident that my journal would be found if I followed Its instructions.

To whoever is reading this, I urge you to find me.

Find the island.

Come to me.

Stay with me.

You will become like me, and know only unending pleasure here. Though you may not live eternal life, you will keep your youth and beauty. There are so many things we can do together, some which you may have never dreamed of before!

But I have one other favor to ask of you, reader. If you should know the pegasus named Rainbow Dash, bring her to me. She and her friends are the only ones I remember from the past life, and I long for us to be together again.

Rainbow Dash, if you are reading this yourself, please come to the island. Bring your friends. Bring anycreature willing to come with you.

I love you, Dashie, and I miss you. Come back to me!

Yours always,

The Griffon of Paradise, Priestess of the Island Spirit