A Changeling's Love to Hate

9 days till invasion of Canterlot

Dark Fang lied down next to a pond deep in the forest next to where the hive was located. He stared down at the waters and watched his own reflection, and below that, watched the fish swim around very peacefully. He could hear the sounds of birds chirping and the slight sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves. It felt very peaceful here, but it just didn't fill the emptiness in his heart. It's been six hours since he's finally left the hive for good and already he started feeling very homesick.

Oh man... I'm such an idiot! Dark Fang smashed his hole filled hoof into the pond, scaring away the fish. He felt really torn. He just wanted to roll over and cry his eyes out to create another pond for the fish to swim in. Why? Why am I so different from other Changelings like this?! Why are my thoughts like this?! He then smashed both of his hooves into the pond, having the water splash back onto him. He regretted everything he said to the Queen. He knew the Changeling ways were wrong, but he didn't want to get banished just for thoughts like that. "And all for what?! NOTHING!" He cried out. "I lost my friends... my family... everything! Gah!" He then smashed his head into the pond. His tantrum was growing stronger as he kept thinking about his own actions.

"Dark Fang... I can't believe you just said that! Everything we lived for... everything we've done... our way of life! You just insulted it all!" Night Wing screamed, crying as she confronted her friend.

Dark Fang hesitated. He tried to speak, but he kept stuttering a bit. "I-I'm s-sorry! It... It's just..."

"Shut up! Leave me! I don't ever want to see your face again!" Night Wing charged down the tunnels at an incredible speed, leaving a torn Dark Fang behind, alone in his room only to say goodbye to it. Night Wing never gave him a chance to say goodbye to her. Only to the room they slept in.

Dark Fang looked at the spot where they usually slept. His eyes were getting all teary, as he was going to miss sleeping with her. Though, as he always recalled, even though it felt nice, it's just that something was missing whenever he slept with her. He's always had a companion, but there was some form of hole inside his emotions that just made him feel as if there was something missing. He never knew why, and maybe now he may never know. But that hole in his emotions was starting to expand, knowing he's never going to go to sleep and wake up with his favorite Changeling friend anymore.

Dark Fang recalled at the memory from a few hours ago. He probably shouldn't have done that, as he started tearing up even more now, adding more droplets to the ranks of water droplets in the pond.

He cried about it. He cried about losing it all, just because of one foolish little act. No... not foolish... the biggest act he's ever made. He didn't mean to insult the Changeling way of life. He just wanted to make it so that things were different so nopony could get hurt in the process. Even pony families were being hurt in the process. Why must they do this? He wondered.

Dark Fang slept on a branch of one of the trees near the pond he cried in. He finally managed to cry himself to sleep after about ten hours of throwing a tantrum, and already the sun has fully dropped down in the Western Skies. He wasn't able to sleep without doing it, as he's never actually slept without Night Wing right next to him. He was really torn about it. Not just about himself, but he wondered how Night Wing would feel about things changing so rapidly like this. It didn't matter at the moment though, as he was sleeping.

While he slept, there was rustling in the bushes nearby. A shadowy figured crawled out of it and stood up. The figure looked like a pony. Rather, it looked like a large pony with wings and a horn. It looked a lot like it was holding a folded piece of paper in its mouth. The pony's eyes started to glow a bright white color, scanning the area. The pony then noticed a strange figure up in one of the branches. It was Dark Fang. The pony flew up to him and dropped the folded paper on his back as she noticed that he was sleeping on his belly with his four legs dangling down from the branch. The pony then looked up and flew up into the sky and off into the Eastern horizon, its mane flowing through the air as it flew. "His journey's just begun." She silently whispered to herself. "Now to have him be brought back to Night Marington. Where is that adventurer at I wonder?"