Writing this gives me more pain than I did when I first experienced it. You or I could continue reading or writing this, but know that my memory is not as well as it was when I still served for the Guard. What happens next is only of what a remember from the day of the wedding. I will try my best to keep it as clean as possible, but still describe what I remember of it. Reading this is your choice. You may skip this and be left clueless of the following, or read this and know my story.

"Seriously?" Lyda said. "Did you just seriously say 'Allons-y' out loud a day before we leave?"

"Well, duh," responded Terminal. "I always wanted to say that before I went off to a place. That was part of my bucket list."

"You have a bucket list with that on it? That's like, the stupidest thing I could ever imagine."

"To you it may seem stupid, but to me," he sharply inhaled and closed his saddle bag with his armor in it. "It has been my dream. Now don't complain and let's get this over with."

"Whatever you say 'Alonso'," she mocked him.

"You know that's not very funny. Sure I said 'Allons-y' but calling me 'Alonso' isn't that funny though." he responded to her. "Do you changelings have a different sense of humor from ponies? Because it sure sounds like it."

"I feel as if we should just stop talking about this subject."

"I'm just asking if your humor is different than ours."

"Well to answer your question is sometimes," she said harshly. "Now that's enough of the whole 'Allons-y' thing."

"So what do weddings have to do with changelings?" he asked. He was being really curious and felt like he should stop.

"Changelings feed off of love. You're looking at one that hasn't," she told him. She felt a bit of shame in saying that. As much as it was true, she wanted to get just one drop of love to feed off of. Was that too much to ask for her? "At weddings, there's a buffet of it waiting to be collected by changelings. Chrysalis has Shining Armor fooled into thinking she's Cadence, leaving her with a large feast of love."

"How come you've never had any? If they feed off it, don't they die of love starvation?"

"My parents changed my feeding habits so that I can live without feeding off of love in case of a shortage or if I just don't want to."

"So you've never had any? Seems pretty sad if you ask me."

"Eh. Not too sad. The others would say it is, but I don't think so," she said to him. She was getting pretty tired and she yawned from drowsyness. She quickly reverted to the form that Terminal had know for a year, and told him, "It's getting late. I'm falling asleep here as if Luna is pouring sleep mist on me all day."

"I'm getting tired myself too. You can leave to your house now. Or you can stay here and sleep wherever you feel comfortable. I'm just going to crash on my comfy chair," he told her. Even after finding out she wasn't a pony, he still treated her as if she was a real one. He walked over to his chair, slumped over on it, and fell asleep.

Lyda walked out the door, and flew off after closing it. She was relieved that Terminal took it better than she'd expected. As she flew, she continuously had flashbacks about her parents death, the dream she had, and her encounter with Chrysalis.

She arrived at her house, walked in, and fell onto her couch in the living room. It wasn't very long until her drowsiness got the best of her, and fell to sleep.

Her dream was in the same place as her last one. This time, there were several changelings attacking Canterlot. She tried to stop one but it passed right through her. In the dream, she felt like a ghost with no powers at all. She couldn't do anything to stop them from leveling the place to the ground.

Down in the distance, she saw the Elements of Harmony doing all they can to stop the changelings from advancing. She had a little trouble figuring which one was the real one, but she figured it out. Not long after, they became overpowered by the changelings, and lost to them.

It's over she thought. The Elements have lost. There's no more hope for Canterlot.

Elsewhere, she noticed two other figures moving through the crowd of changelings hurtling towards them. One was being carried by the other. She realized that the two were her and Terminal. And Terminal was in pretty bad shaped, he looked barely conscious. There were bruises and burns all over his coat.

"Lyda," he said weakly. "I don't think I can make it. You might as well just give up on me and leave me here."

"I'm not leaving you here OK," said her dream self. "You know I wouldn't. I'm taking you someplace safer from here."

"You saw this coming didn't you? How come you never told me?"

Before her dream self answered, it all faded to black, and she woke up on the floor on the next day. She had no idea what to do. Whether to tell him about the dream and change their fates, or keep it a secret and watch Terminal slowly lose consciouness in her hooves.

Ever since Lyda had gotten to his house, Terminal noticed she was behaving weirder than she had before. He had tried asking about what's wrong several times before they left, but now they are almost at Canterlot and he was growing restless.

He stopped and asked her, "That's it. I'm tired of not knowing. What are you not telling me? I feel as if it's something I should know. Now just tell me. Please. I don't want to see you like this anymore."

"I said it's nothing. I've told you that several times before. Now leave it alone and just keep going."

"It's definitely not nothing. You only talked when I asked you what's wrong. Now just tell me. What in the name of Celestia is bothering you?" he urged her. He had never been this pushy since the conversation that almost broke her into tears. Now he really was starting to annoy Lyda way too much.

"I said just leave it alone!" she yelled at him. She knew very well about what was going to happen if she never told him. She was still having a feud with herself if she should tell him or not. They were getting closer and closer to Canterlot and she only got more and more nervous. At upon seeing the bright purple shield surrounding the city, she abruptly stopped walking.

"Now what? What's bothering you this time?" he asked annoyed. Since she wouldn't tell what was on her mind the whole day, he thought about asking what just started bothering her.

"Terminal. W-w-what's that sheild around Canterlot? I don't have a good feeling about this."

"Oh no. That ruins what we need to do. It's a protection spell. It's blocks out any creature that's not pony. Ponies and things can get in, and only ponies and things."

"You said ponies right?"

"Yeah but, you're a changeling."

"Hello? I can shapeshift into a pony and sneak in there with you."

"Oh right. Yeah. It's only aware of the outside. It checks if you have all the attributes of a pony, unicorn, alicorn, or pegasus."

"Yeah. So," she said. "PEGASUS!" while saying that she changed her apearrance to look like the pegasus she had been to Terminal since they met. "Well, onwards."

"Yeah. Allons-y," he said depressed.

"What's wrong? You would've said that without more voice."

"It's because you won't tell me what's wrong with YOU!"

"Well I don't know if I should tell you or not. Now let's just go."

"OK. That was all you had to say," he told her with what seemed like satisfactment with depression.

They continued on and soon they reached the main entrance to Canterlot where two guards in silver armor stood. Both of them were shocked to see Terminal coming just in time for the wedding. They didn't recognize Lyda, but they didn't care. She seemed of no threat to anyone or the city.

"Terminal," the one on the right said. "You're retired. You come for the wedding?"

"Yeah that's why I'm here. I'm retired not dead after all." he replied.

"Who's the friend?"

"My name's Lyda if you don't mind. I was his friend since he got to Ponyville."

"So you've already got a marefriend don't you Terminal?"

"WHAT NO! We're just-" he exclaimed until he was stopped by laugh of the guard.

"I'm just messin' with ya," he interrupted. "Well go on in and enjoy yourselves. But not too much. Terminal once fell unconscious from too much cider." he told them as they went in. He muttered the last sentence under his breath.

"You fell unconscious from cider?"

"I didn't know THAT much would hurt me," he responded quickly. He was very embarrased that the subject was brought up by someone he had been close to. "Come on. It's about to start. We need to hurry if we want to stop her plan."

"Yeah we'll need to be quicker than this pace. Things are becoming pretty hectic up there already." When she said this Terminal had no idea what she meant by "up there" until he looked up. He saw several floating changelings just swarming above the spell. He noticed that cracks had already begun to form, indicating that they were trying to break in.

"OK we really need to hurry up some more."

"Ya think?"

"Too late. The green flames are up. It's started." He knew this since he had been trained to hear even the faintest sounds. The flames hurt his ears as much as it had when Lyda had shown him her secret. This had been the moment where he had been the most nervous in his life. He never knew it would be when he was retired, and he would spend it with his friend who was a changeling going against her own kind,and during a wedding day.

"Ready for the time of your life Term?" she asked with some joy in her tone.

"I'm as ready as you'll ever be in your life," he responded with the same tone. He was getting his armor on. "Several years in the Guard and I still remember some techniques I learned and picked up. I'm just about the same as I was back then."

"They're about to breach in only a few more seconds. Better start some serious moves out here."

"I was always unprepared for a moment like this since one had never happened since Nightmare Moon, but I'm not THAT old. If I go down, know that-" he was stopped with the loud shatter of the shield surrounding the city. The shards of the spell fell all around them and the changelings swarmed in and terrorized city. By the time he had registered what happened, the changelings surrounded the two and had occupied most of the city already.

"You take the left and I take the right?"

"Sounds good enough, although there are too many for even one of us to handle. We'll only last a few minutes before they overwhelm us both."

"Still know how to estimate how long we'll last don't you?"

"Somethings I never forget." After fininishing what he had to say, the changelings flew in to attack the duo.

The two had fought off every single changeling that was flung to them. They were repelled with either punches, bucks, stabs (yes Terminal had a spear), or magical blasts. They weren't that hard except for the armored ones that occassionally appeared in front of them, since they had taken quite a while. Terminal had known that being cocky would be his downfall but he tried his best to avoid being cocky at all times. Lyda had known the same under the teachings of her parents. She wasn't sure if her parents would appreciate her decision of going against their own kind, but it was the right thing for her to do in her life, even if it meant death. She didn't care if her parents would scold her in the afterlife. All that she did care about, was helping her friend at any cost when they needed it. They continued to fight under Celestia's rule, and Lyda's reputation in Equestria.

"I can't hold them off much longer," Terminal had exclaimed. His strength was growing weaker and weaker, and Lyda could sense it. "There's too many to fight off. We have to do something about this."

"There's nothing we can do except keep fighting. She sent the whole hive to attack."

"THE WHOLE HIVE?! YOU'RE KIDDING ME! THAT'S TOO MUCH!" He was quickly getting more and more tired. He was just about ready to pass out. He was leaving too many oppertunities to be attacked by the swarm. Now he was the one being punched and hurt. He noticed the changelings dogpiling on top of Lyda. A few seconds later a magic explosion had blasted all of them off of her.

It's starting. I should've told him when I had the chance. She rushed over to Terminal, picked him up with her magic, and set him down on her back. Once he was on, she rushed in the direction she was going in her dream. She fended off every changeling in her path.

"Lyda," he said weakly. "I don't think I can make it. You might as well just give up on me and leave me here."

"I'm not leaving you here OK," she said. "You know I wouldn't. I'm taking you someplace safer from here."

He cracked a weak smile at what she had told him. "You saw this coming didn't you? How come you never told me?"

"I didn't want you to worry. Now just stay with me. Please. I can't lose you to this cursed fight." As soon as she told him this, he lost the smile, and passed out.

Author's Note

Yes I did reference DW with the whole 'Alonso' thing but I couldn't help it. Critisism is welcome for this and the following chapters, but this is just for the enjoyment of people(ponies), so here you go.