"Are You Not Afraid Of Me?"

I walked through the wasteland that we, the Changelings call home. Nothing could live out here besides the most resilient weed and the most dangerous monsters and animals. Why was this our home? Because we are not accepted anywhere else, and our survival is dependent on the emotions and love of other creatures.

Only here can we be free of disguises, free to be who we are, and who we are; is very unpleasant. I walked by two Changelings fighting over what looked like to be an abandoned rubber balloon that apparently drifted too far from its happy home. Its bright colors were foreign to this land, but within moments it was chewed into pieces. This seemed like very appropriate imagery, capturing what life was like here. The strong fight for survival, and all look after themselves.

The only reason Changelings stayed as a colony was because there would be nowhere else to go and even less to feed on alone. After my defeat in Canterlot, I struggled to find food for my subjects. Luckily we came upon a small village of ponies outside of Canterlot’s jurisdiction that was able to provide a food source. My subjects travel in packs taking form of the particular ponies that are loved so they may eat.

However this means that my subjects would go days, possibly weeks at a time without food and as for myself. Well, lets just say I can feed much more efficiently and longer being the only Changeling capable of communicating with other creatures. We could not simply take over the whole village as we would bleed it try and be at a loss of food again.  Yet it was hardly ever enough compared to the love of Shining Armor.

That was true gluttony at its finest. Yet now, I’m simply a shadow of my peaked power, and to come back to my colony after impersonating Cadence for so long was truly disappointing. As a Princess in Canterlot, mares and colts would bow to you as you walked and would treat you with the utmost respect regardless of your power.

However here, there is only respect out of fear and terror. There is no love for being Queen, there is no honor there is only duty. If I did not control my subjects with an iron claw then they would run rampant and surely die, as they know no self-control.

A Changeling was thrown in front of my path, as it seemed to be fighting with another group of his brothers. He was smaller than the others and looked toward me for assistance. I studied my small subject and used my magic to make him float in the air. Then I whipped my horn in the direction of the other males and the small Changeling fell in front of them. He was soon struggling again with the bullies and was unable to escape a second time.

I continued down my path not giving the situation any more mind. That was typical behavior; the bigger males would always gang up on the smaller ones to make him as strong and ruthless as they were. I reached the edge of the wasteland and lay down on the rough gravel beneath me. It was an imperfect life to say the least, and I would almost feel sadness or sorrow if it were even possible anymore.

However I’ve been alive for over two thousand years and this was life, a life of a Changeling. I would have to wait a long time to try and infiltrate Canterlot again. I fantasize of having all of Equestria under my control. Using mind control on Shining Armor again to feed on his undying love for his wife, giving me power to defeat Celestia and stop Twilight Sparkle from using the Elements of Harmony.

To have that position again, I would give up anything. My subjects could run free draining all of Equestria’s foolish residence of their love and emotions for one another. If that were reality, then…maybe then our way of life might be in harmony. There may not be a need to be so ruthless, and the opportunity to raise new younglings would arise. We could never raise hatchlings in these conditions as they would surely parish.

Snap out of it! For a moment I almost felt remorse at such thoughts of loosing younglings, and why would I ever want my followers to not be ruthless? Their cold bloodedness is exactly what keeps them alive and keeps us as one of the most dangerous forces of nature. One day I will find that power to take Equestria, so help me I will find that power some how-

“Hi there!” said a voice from behind me.

I was lost and thought and the tiny disturbance slightly startled me. The voice did not speak in Changeling language it spoke English. I turned around to see a small filly standing right next to me staring up at me smiling.

“Who are you?” She asked.