Somepony.

That was all that was ringing in my head like the resonance of a heavy bell. But... contradictions wayward in my head said otherwise.

There were some redeeming qualities in him, such as how he sheltered me regardless of my ilk. He didn't even showed a hint of disgust at me--something quite unusual for a pony to display to my kind--the changelings.

But as a changeling queen, I simply can't just afford to give a single concern for that somepony...

...could I?

Due to a whistle blower alarming the local authorities, this somepony was brought all the way to Canterlot by the Royal Guards, their intent being to interrogate him about my whereabouts--a wanted refugee.

Should I pay back the favor and attempt a rescue or do I what is expected of changeling queens and simply recline back and just plan on recovery for my hive?

You know, this reminded me of a very old tale--a true one that is about the origin of the changelings...

You can thank this song for giving me both the inspiration and the idea for this little one-shot.