Grave's tale

The changelng looked around, there where ponies in Canterlot trapped in resin, he saw two guards running towards him with spears at the ready. They then stopped and he looked at something that made them wide eyed. A purple magic sphere formed form the palace, he then felt a pain as it hit him.

Graves woke up form the bed with a start. He growled, shifted to his changeling form and shot a wall with a green bolt of energy from his horn. He snorted and huffed a bit then took in his surroundings. He was in his bedroom in Appleloosa. He then peered at the mark he left on the wall.

It wasn't serious just a scorch mark. He could paint over it, not a problem. He then shook his head again, the hive mind still was not working for him. He stomped his hooves and paced the room a bit before shifting back to his earth pony disguise. He grumbled to himself.

This whole situation was sending him on edge, and he didn't like it. He just headed down to the basement and shifted back to his normal form. He started to slam his head on a wall out of anger for a while, then just collapsed sobbing.

Why was he alone.... was he the only one left.... it wasn't fair... he was loyal, he did his job, he was a soldier... he didn't deserve such isolation.... so why was he still alive...are the others even alive, and if so why can't he hear them....

He lifted his head as he looked up to a crack he made to see the sky with. He noticed it getting brighter, and changed to get dressed. He decided to head in to town and at least get breakfast out of the way.

The town was still mostly sleeping but he could taste there love premeditating the air. It brought him some comfort to know he would survive, and a little bit of hope that he might be reunited with the hive one day. Along with his beloved mother and queen.

He made his way to the saloon, and sat down at the bar. By now the bartender knew what he wanted and slid over some hard cider. He had come to enjoy the taste, though thanks to how his body works... he never suffered form more then a slight buzz.

One of the local nurse mares, Nurse Blueshoes sat with him occasionally. She noticed his behavior and kept talking to him about stress management and such. He just shrugged it off. After all what would she know about such things.

Of course she was also talking about how soldiers feel the same at times. He made it clear to her he was never a soldiers... but as far as she was concerned since his job dealt with death it could be the same, with how he was reacting.

He just shrugged it off and headed out. He wandered out in to the desert, and decided to shift back to his normal He flew low around the desert till he found a place he thought he would be alone. He then decided to take out his frustrations on some of the smaller rock formations, making them explode in to small chunks. He panted a bit after a while, and what he did helped make him feel better.

He then jumped at a sound. It was some young buffalo that found him. She approached him slowly, then started asking questions. What is he, what is his name, where is he from..... Graves rolled his eyes at this. He then opened his mouth and with a glow of his horn he started to drain her of all her emotions. It wasn't too long till she realized what was going on.. but at the rate he was feeding it was too late for her to do anything other then pass out.

He looked down at the body and snorted. All he could think of was how pathetic this was. He then looked to the cliff near by and levitated her over to it. He had no problems with this, after all its what his kind does to keep themselves hidden. He then shook his head slightly. He dropped her on to a lower ledge, on to her head, before putting a simple suggestion in to her. One to make her think she saw nothing, tripped and then fell.

With that he left her there. He decided to head back home. Once there he ignored changing back in to his disguise and went back down to his basement, his hidden alcove. There he created a resin bed for himself, like the one he had in the hive and crawled in to it. He yawned abit and decided to sleep. He hoped that tomorrow would be another day.. one without the pain of loss, or the frustration that he might never be alone.