//------------------------------// // Fear // Story: Letters from a Changeling // by RainbowEclipse //------------------------------// Dear Reader, I hope someone finds this, that atleast someone will see that I am not the monster that I fear I might become……. I am a Changeling. Part of a society of monsters. I had always hoped that I could escape and live a life among….ponies. But alas, i have not been able to escape my fate. Traditions are of deep importance in the hive…. The first Queen to lead the Changelings, Queen Maggot, first wrote our traditions. Every Changeling is nearly incapable of love. The royals of the hive, for reasons that no one bothers to tell me, were full of love. Changelings didn’t want to be lead by some lovey-dovey, compassionate, sorry excuse for a Changeling. So traditions were put forth so that every Queen's aura would be completely drained of everything, but hate. After this, they become the cruelest in the hive, Completely and utterly, incapable of love. I know, I’ve seen my mother she is surrounded by hate and beyond powerful magic. Changelings are color blind. We can see but three things. Love, Hate, and Magic. I have three days until my melancholy coronation, though I hope that I will be able to escape before then. And with the dreams that I have been having, I know that if I become Queen, my fears will become reality .Last night, I dreamt that I was sitting in my chair by my mirror in the corner. I was peering into the mirror, when suddenly it shattered. A dark being climbed out of the mirror and with shock I realized that it was me. But it was a little different. I was taller, stronger, darker, more powerful, and malevolent. I also noticed that it had an incredibly strong aura of hate. Her aura of hate was one of the most powerful I had ever seen, even on a Queen. Then I noticed the traditional crown and realized that she was a queen. Then, with no warning, I was looking from its eyes. The scene shifted and I, still looking from her eyes, was in a ballroom.There was a formal party going on. Maybe a coronation? A wedding? A funeral? I wasn’t sure. Princess Celestia of the Equestrian ponies stood in front of me and said, “No. You won’t. You may have made it impossible Shining Armor to perform his spell, but now that you have so foolishly revealed your true self, I can protect my subjects from you!” She attacked me with her magic and I fired mine. To my surprise, the older me was stronger. She sent Celestia slumped to the floor. There was so much power, even more than I sensed before. But the scariest part was that I actually liked it. Everything changed again. I was in my castle. The side wall was demolished and the older me was standing against a pony full of magic and love. A comet was flying overhead and my hate had been used to form a wall blocking what appeared to be five mares and three fillies. I saw myself trying to turn this loving pony into a monster like myself. I could just feel myself loathing her and wanting to get her out of the way somehow. I woke up panting and thinking about the horrors I had just seen. How I wished that my eldest sister Mimic was still alive. Then she would become Queen. I also wished that I had escaped with my twin Shred. Mimic was already a jerk; going through the draining ceremony wouldn’t change anything. In fact, she wanted to be completely drained of love and all positive feelings. Obviously, she was my mother’s favorite. Not like Shred and I. We cared, and we couldn’t imagine losing the ability to do that. If Mimic had been coronated, then Shred and I would have not had to have the ceremony.No one cares about the Queen’s sisters. Everything would have worked out and then Mimic went out on a mission. Mother sent her and things went bad. They won’t tell us everything, but I do know that they attacked a town that’s only residents should have been love filled animals. There was something else there, Mimic didn’t come out alive. That put Shred next in line. She was only older by a only a few seconds, but that made the difference. Shred didn’t want me to have to see her after she was drained. I didn’t want to see her like that either, so we planned an escape. We had it all plotted out. Shred was going to be the distraction, so that I could escape first. But I couldn’t bear the thought. What if she didn’t make it out and I did?! I know that I would never forgive myself! I begged her to let me be the distraction. I wanted to make sure that she made it out safely. Finally, Shred agreed, but things did not go as planned. When midnight arrived and everything was black, we snuck out. Things were going excellent. Shred made it out and I was able to escape, as well. Then things went down the drain. Some Changeling must have seen us and it sounded the alarm. The whole hive seemed to be pursuing us. Some galloped and others flew. Some even used their magic to chuck boulders at us. Some Changeling jumped from a bush and tackled me. Shred ran to free me, but I made her go. If she slowed down, she would be caught, as well. I made her run and she made it out. Our mother does not normally punish us for being bad, but this time I got it even worse than when I am inexcusably nice. My punishment was torture by whip. Shred made it out, though. That is all that matters. I half-wish that she would return for me, but I know that is being selfish. If she did return before my coronation, she would definitely be caught. I want to try escaping again, but I am not sure if I could. Since our little stunt, they have tripled the security and I cannot even leave my room. They have also set up a large number of traps and have sent an army out to find Shred. If they do not find her, then I will be forced to take the crown. I have been storing up my magic, though. Just maybe, I may escape. But if I can’t, I hope that I will be able to withstand the draining ceremony, like that pony in my dreams who successfully stood against me. now, I can only hope that things will turn out alright.