I opened my eyes and saw a very familiar sight. I saw the hive again, how I got here I really don't know. I tried to move but it seemed I was stuck in third pony perspective. I remember this time. I was 2 years old and that was when the nymphs could finally get out of the basic training camps. I saw me as happy as can be walk around when those 3 bullies came up to me to harass me. I cringed remembering how much I hated them even now.

I am guessing this is a flashback? But this couldn't be a flashback it feels all so real. The past me was gazing off a cliff looking at the beauty of the hive when those 3 came up upon me and laughed with an pernicious look and then they pushed me off of it. You see back in the hive the females are considered a disgrace besides the queen. I was bullied a lot back then, even in the training camp. I remember there being one teacher who actually showed me kindness which in turn inspired me to be kind to others, even if they were mean back. I saw me tumbling down the rocky cliff and I could almost feel the pain of it all. The bullies flied down and started to torment me.

"Face it scrub. No one will ever like you. You are a huge disgrace to the changeling name. I hope you fall in a pit and die."

Those words had affected me so much even now. Even the queen barely likes me and whenever we get food it seems I always get the lesser amount. They has always treated me like I was the runt of the litter. Whenever I would cry my equestrian teacher would always comfort me and tell me everything would be alright. She was like a mother to me. No matter what she was always there for me. She even was there to give me extra food when I was starving. She was the only one who cared for me in the hive.

The place started to grow darker when I remembered some of the worse memory's that had happened to me. Those 3 bullies all male decided to do something dastardly to me. When we had a public meeting for all the nymphs to go on their first hunt for love those bullies gathered pigs blood, went above the stage where we were given a certificate to be able to go outside and when it was my turn, right when I was about to get it they poured the blood onto me. It was then on that I was the laughing stock of the hive and I was never able to receive the certificate and making it where I could never go outside with the others. I had cried on the floor waiting hoping for my teacher to come comfort me. She never came.

I had all hope ripped out of me then on. I couldn't even attend classes to improve my skills due to the teachers banning me when I tried to enter the classrooms. Not that I could of due to all my classmates laughing at me. I tried again to enter my teacher's classroom and it was locked and dark. As the world I was in started to break apart It kept growing lighter and lighter I finally woke up.

I actually started crying when I recalled the nightmare I was in. I try so hard to forget it and it forces it's way to the top of my mind. I decided to get out of the castle. Maybe some fresh air would help me forget.

Author's Note

Well you wanted Azaleas past and here it is.I plan on making the past stories in dream sequences. Still hiring editors.