A Changeling in Love

One night in the hive, after the Battle of Canterlot, every Changeling that survived the blast from the love of Shining Armour and Princess Cadence met back at the hive and promptly fell asleep. But there was still one Changeling awake. He could not fall asleep for the reason that he had been wondering...in fact he had been wondering since he was born. He wondered if he had a life, not just one inside the hive but outside the hive as well. He wondered what it was like to live free outside in the open, to do whatever he desired. He also wanted to feel what love was like, he had never loved any other Changeling or anypony. So that night he decided to leave the hive once and for all, but he would have to be extremely quiet. One sound could wake the entire hive up and if they found out he was planing to leave he would be thrown in the dungeon or worse, killed. But that didn't stop him from leaving. Soon after he had gotten up he had nearly got caught by a guard but he just manged to get out in time. Soon after he had gotten outside he was amazed by how beautiful it looked with out any wars or fights. For a few minutes he just stood there taking it all in.

He gave a start and muttered to himself, "I should go before they realise I'm gone."

As he left the hive the first thing he did was look for place to hide for the night, deciding he needed some rest before going on its great journey. Near to where he was standing was a small little hole in the ground.

So he said to himself, "I should probably stay here, it's better than sleeping out in the open after all."

He crawled into the hole and as he was falling asleep a thought crossed his mind. Where am I going to go? The next day he woke up with something nagging him at the corner of his mind, some small memory of the night pushing to be remembered. But the mind doesn't work that way and after a few minutes of sitting there trying to remember he got up out of the hole. He was a bit thirsty so he wandered a mile or so and found a river. As he bent down, he found a Changeling staring back at him. He gave a small yelp and scooted back from the water quickly, wondering if the Changeling had seen him. After a few minutes of practically hyperventilating he crept back towards the water and peered down into it. The Changeling was there still and the one above the water quickly realized that this is what the other Changelings of the hive had called a reflection. Of course he had heard of a reflection but only the Queen had a mirror, and only her harem was allowed in her room. And so this was why he had never seen his reflection before.

He looked at himself and as he looked into his own eyes he began wondering why he had purple eyes and seemed so out of place while everyone else at the hive had emerald eyes and could barly be told apart. This was just another thing that made him different he supposed.

"But why do I have purple eyes," he muttered, "forget that, I need to find something to eat." But the only thing he could eat were feelings and there wasn't a sentient being within miles of him. "Well, looks like i am going to go hunt something then," he said to himself, vowing not to die so soon on his journey.

After searching hours upon hours of searching he finally found something he could feast on that had feelings. While sneaking up on it, practically dying of nutrient deprivation, he stepped on a branch and it broke with big snap. The creature had started to run but without even considering to think about it he used the last of his energy to kill the creature, therefore rendering its feelings useless. But because of his levels of exastion he hadn't realised what he had just done, until he walked up to it and found blood pooling tuner technicolour creature.

"What have I done I didn't mean to kill it, I just didn't want to starve. What do I do now that its dead," he asked, considering his options.

Next he did what no other changelinghad ever done since the King had been killed. He ripped open the creature, trying not to throw up the whole time. He proceded to try and eat the insides of the animal, choking it down despite the raw flavour and the course feeling of it. After that he walked away from the corpse, holding his stomach as it swirled and tossed. Then he did the inevitable and leaned over, throwing it up on to the ground. He started groggily at the bile before stumbling away from it and heading off in a random direction. He wandered for what could have been days or hours or even minutes in that state before collapsing in the middle of the forest, the darkness dragging him down and pulling him under the cloud of consciousness.