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Changeling

by TheOnly

Chapter 1: Prologue

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Desolate wasteland for miles. This is what the changelings called home. Every day was the same routine: go out, feed on some love, and bring it back for the queen. After the failed attempt at taking over Canterlot, the changelings had a harder time entering any city in Equestria. Everypony was always looking out for changelings. They expected the queen to come back with a new plan, and were on high alert for any changelings that might enter the cities. In the hive, far away from Equestria, the thousands of changelings buzzed around the area, bringing food to the queen or resting. Life under the queen was mundane, and repetitive.

It was a normal day, the sun was beating down on the wasteland. All the changelings were accustomed to the harsh conditions of their home. There was almost never any rain, and no plants grew. Should the changelings had needed anything besides love to feed on, they would've had to find a new home. The changelings had claimed the land for themselves, and faced no opposition. Without any need for water or plants, the changelings saw no other forms of life within miles of their home.

Every changeling minion was loyal to the queen, all except for one. Whether he had been immune to the mind-control spells the queen was capable of, or was just born differently, he felt the oppression of the queen. Whenever he tried to talk to his fellow changelings about the queen's oppressive nature, they pushed the thoughts away and called him a traitor. Although he knew that Queen Chrysalis was evil, none of the other changelings seemed to mind.

Every day, this changeling would dream of leaving the colony, finding a new life beyond the hive. His ability to change into other ponies would cloak him in the cities, and protect him from being recaptured by the Queen Chrysalis. But escaping the colony was a difficult task. He wasn't a collector, so he didn't fly out into Equestria to harvest love and bring it back to the nest. Instead, he stood guard around the nest, tending to the queen's needs when she called upon her minions.

Most of the time the changelings spent the day fighting each other for practice, or sleeping on the dusty ground. While the queen plotted, the changelings worked to become stronger and faster. None of the changelings had names, and their similarity in physical appearance made them discerning between them nearly impossible. Leaving the nest would be no problem at all, and nobody would be able to tell if he had left. The changeling knew that escaping the nest would be easy, but he was scared. Scared to leave the life he knew so well and try to fit in somewhere he was hated. Although he hated his current life, the life he would be moving into would be dangerous.

This day, with the sun shining brightly and not a gust of wind in the sky, was the perfect opportunity to escape. The changeling found his way through the nest, his blue eyes showing no emotion. Like every other day, the other changelings buzzed through the air, finding different things to do. He flew unnoticed, looking the same as every other changeling in the area. With ease, he slipped out of the nest. He would not be missed.

The nest was an unpleasant place, but flying away from it scared the changeling. He had rarely left it, and when he did he hadn't gone farther than a few miles. He wasn't sure where he was going, but as long as it was away from the long, boring days of life in the nest, he was fine with it. Flying through the air was no problem with his trained wings.

Hours passed, and the land rolled along underneath the changeling. He could see buildings, which meant that pony civilization was near. Knowing that his true form would not be accepted among the residents, he had to find a pony to take the form of. He landed a good distance away from the town. There was a windmill, a large tree, and plenty of buildings. It was the perfect place to try and start a new life, but he'd need a new identity. A pony that he could take the form of whom the other wouldn't know. That way he wouldn't have to know anything about whoever he took the form of.

This wasn't an easy task, as changelings could only morph into what they saw, but that didn't mean that imagination couldn't play a part. All the changeling needed was a template. He was different from the rest, smarter. He needed a form that he could call his own so that there wouldn't be two identical ponies in the same area.

He trotted toward the town, looking for any stray pony that may be taking a walk around it. There was no sign of life around him. As he trotted forward, the grass became greener and there were more flowers. He was approaching the town. Still in his menacing form, he needed to find a pony to copy.

As he approached the outskirts of the town, he saw ponies trotting around the streets. He hid behind a bush, observing the different forms he could take. There were five ponies trotting through the area together. One of them particularly intrigued him. With a flash of light he took the form of the pony and waited for them to leave the area. All he had to do was not be caught in the same place as the pony he looked like, and he would be able have enough time to combine the different elements of multiple ponies to create his own look. Then his new life would truly begin.

He trotted into the town with his new form. All he had to do was ask around and he'd know exactly where he lived, what he was like, and how to act.

A sign outside the town made it clear that this was "Ponyville".

With his new form, he could live among the townsfolk without ever being discovered.

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There was a knock at the door.

"It's open!" yelled Twilight. In walked Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie.

"Where have you all been?" asked Twilight.

They all responded together.

"The outskirts of town."

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