A Fugitive In Equestria

Drone was flying quickly through the dead trees- the ones that weren't turned to dust... yet- to practice his flying.

The Queen had told him that he was an exss- expetal- eckpspe... a great flyer for his age. He was only seven, but he could go faster and had more control than even some of the teenagers in the Hive!

He lit up his horn and blasted a small boulder apart with a ball of sickly green flame.

Awesome.

He was the top of his class for magic too. Even better than one of the Elders on the counsel!

The Queen herself said that if he got better at his flying and magic, then he could be one of her Royal Guards.

Drone shivered at the thought of being that close to the Queen. Her power, her wings, her horn, her smooth, beautiful carapace, her-

Drone blushed furiously as he thought of her, picturing in his mind the time that he bumped into her while not paying attention one day while walking through the Hive. He ran right into her flanks and fell onto his backside as a result.

His blush deepened. Her flanks were his favorite part of her. Even though his friends said that if she ever caught him looking she would kill him, he didn't care. He may be young, but every changeling learns about these kind of things as early as they can.

He charged his horn again, ready to blow apart a tree.

Everything darkened slightly and turned a shade of grey.

He lost his focus and blinked in confusion. He slammed, face first, into the dead oak tree.

Drone shook his head to clear the dizziness and looked around him to make sure nopony saw that. Seeing that his dignity was safe, he looked to the sky. His eyes widened at what he saw.

Instantly, he flew back into the air as fast as he could and raced to the Hive. He had to tell the Queen!

In lessons, every changeling learned what to look out for in other species. Their weaknesses, their strengths, everything. And what he had just seen was lesson number one.

He flew through the winding hallways of the structure at a breakneck speed.

He had to tell the Queen. He had to tell the Queen. He had to tell the Queen!

He slammed into the doors of the counsel room and rolled to a stop at the hooves of a certain changeling queen named Chrysalis.

"What is the meaning of this?!" she boomed.

Drone lay there, panting. "I... I... the Sun... dead..."

Chrysalis' eyes narrowed at the jumbled message the whelp of a changeling was trying to convey. Suddenly, she understood.

"Are you certain of this?!" she asked hurriedly.

Drone nodded. "I saw it," he said. "The Sun turned grey."

Chrysalis stood there, rooted to the spot for a few minutes as she processed the information. Then... she smiled.