prologue : of clouds and ponies

Darkness...

The best way to describe the current surroundings of a small black unborn changeling ,darkness...

Then there was light. A golden holy glow pierced the grimy walls that the egg was made of, the beautiful clean glow was the first thing the little changeling inside the egg had seen of the outside world.  For the first time It felt hope and a desire to do something, anything to get closer to the heavenly glow.

*SLAM!* The changeling smashed its back hooves into the thick unyielding walls that separated it from the outside world. *SLAM SMASH!* But the changling was not going to give up easily and after what seemed like an hour of wailing away, the egg gave in.

As the egg split open a gooey liquid spilled out, followed by a small changling tumbling head over hooves as it landed on a soft fluffy material and took its first breath. The light that drew the changeling from the egg was still there, but it seemed to have lost its glamour compared to the many new sights that surrounded it.  The fluffy thing was soft and cuddly and it was a-

"Cloud," that voice was not the voice of the changeling but something inside itself. A voice that wasn't heard by its ears but its mind, it was a soothing voice that seemed friendly and helpful.  To the changeling the voice sounded natural, so it took the advice and moved on. Next, the changeling's eyes followed the light until it saw a yellow ball hanging in the sky. "Sun," so that's where the light came from thought the changeling.

This voice was like having an encyclopaedia in the back of your mind, only needing to think of something and you found out everything about it instantly. Yet once again this was strangely natural to the changeling, it continued to observe it's surroundings then started walking steadily forward until the voice rang out. "Location Equestria Cloudsdale,"the voice sounded more urgent this time.

Whilst the changeling was about to ask what Equestria is, two brightly coloured winged creatures much like the changeling came souring through the sky chasing some kind of ball. "Pegasus ponies" "Well that was probably good to know" thought the changeling. One of these Pegasus ponies was yellow with a silver mane, while the other one was white with a pink mane.

They didn't stay long, flying off talking about some kind of race. "Change," the voice was more like a command this time as the changeling by instinct surrounded itself with a green fire. It took the yellow fur from one pony and the pink hair from the other and of course the wings from both, creating a yellow Pegasus with pink hair.

"Create name," at first the changeling looked through different ways to describe flight, which according to the voice was important as a Pegasus. Flutter seemed to be a nice choice, next an emotion that could be used as an excuse for hiding or backing away from a crowd, shy seemed like a perfect fit and also partially true.

"I'm Fluttershy" the small Pegasus-changeling squeaked in a way that was barley audible, feeling proud of itself. Fluttershy smiled and trotted along the fluffy cloud towards a group of Pegasus, hoping to make some friends.