Surrendering will only lead to me dying, no doubt. An armistice or truce can only be reached through daydreaming. Fleeing? That will only delay the inevitable. My only option is to fight. And fight I shall; it's better than giving up.

I was once an inanimate object whose thoughts were void, you know? No; really, I'm not being modest by the slightest! I have no idea what happened, but I'm here now, traveling Equestria, pondering to myself, "How in Tartarus is this possible?".

Decades, there was an organization, clandestine and ominous, whose goals were to 'bring forth coalition' with Equestria and the Dreamscape, the place where dreams originate. For decades... I declined them. Unfortunately, they did not take this kindly

Friends. What do they even mean to a changeling queen such as I? Love. Nothing more than mere morsels to a changeling queen, right? So why is it that, when some random pony I just met, I can't help but notice the painful pang lodged in my mind?

As a result of open hostility towards me and my kin, I've been forced to wander around--eventually ending up in a forest. To be exact, the Everfree. Turns out, however, that I'm not the only one trying to seek refuge from hateful glares.

So here I was, walking down the street, muttering about the amount of money I owe to several shady figures. All of a sudden, I assume that this man, a peculiar one, overheard me. He proceeds to give me a mask, saying that it were... unique.

How long has it been since I've been incarcerated in this abyss? Decades? Centuries? Heh, I've lost count. But now, it seems that someone- somepony is desperate. Desperate enough to unleash me for my... particular abilities.

Not a single one of them expected their next adversary to be... a rubber wall. Furthermore, not a single one of them even expected how difficult it was to take down said wall.

A man with a very vague history, suddenly appeared in Equestria, and it seems that he is aiding the Queen of the Changelings for some reason. With his tactical prowess and the might of the Changelings, will our beloved equines fall?