The Pink Little Hatchling
Author's Note
Pink Hatchling's POV
Pink:
”These are the last of the eggs for the day!” the Queen declared as she laid the last egg of the day.
“I will tend to them!” the Nurse stated as she picked up the glistering black eggs, looking like small to medium sized Melons.
Upon stating her intent, she carefully picked up the few eggs and carried them to the nearest available nursing chamber, where she lined them up along the still free wall to the right. One by one, they lie, waiting.
Once she had caressed each and every one of the black eggs, the Nurse left the room, closing the door behind her. Now the black eggs lay on the smooth gray rock. The entire chamber had been cut out well under ground, where they were supposed to be safe from any and all harm, short of an earth quake, or possibly a flooding. Yet, these were very rare in the region, thus barely even afforded a glancing thought. On the off chance, there had been rooms just like this one on each and every level of the extended cave in which the Hive is located.
The room was left quiet, none spoke to the eggs. Changelings are less than talkative, even if they are fully capable of speech. Besides, the eggs can’t really hear, or even sense what one said, or was even there. A Nurse entered the room and polished each of the black eggs. Mainly to make certain they were all well.
If an egg was found to be dead, it was hurriedly carried out. Both to save the room for the once with a live embryo, but also in order to keep clean, to keep anything unhealthy out of this room, more than any other room in the Hive, short of the Queens private chambers.
As the Nurse returned in the morning, she polished each and every egg, noting that they are glistering healthily. Caring for each of the black eggs.
On the second day, the eggs had turned clear, just as expected. Just a glimmering of life from within. It was a sign on a live egg.
On the third day, there is a small black lump representing the growing Changeling within each of the eggs. All but one, within which the mass clearly was different. It is a bright Pink.
On the fourth and fifth day the mass had grown each time. Yet, there is no sign of a living being, the likes of a changeling within any of the eggs just yet. It could not be expected, growing a complex and complicated individual as intelligent as a Changeling does take time.
On the sixth day, the first signs of a living and breathing being had been seen. Movements, and a beating heart could clearly be seen.
On the seventh day, the Hatchling could be seen crawling around inside, as if she had been ready to get out. Yet, she apparently does stay inside, while consuming the last of the nutrients she had been given as the Queen laid the egg.
As the day ended, just after the final hour of her seventh day she crawled to the membrane of the egg and slipped out just as she consumed the last of her nutrients.
Just at midnight, the room was crawling with diminutive black Changelings. All the Hatchlings looking identical to their larger Hive members who came before them. Complete with their patterns of holes in their bodies, wings, main and tails.
All black, but this one Pink Hatchling.
As I look around, I see the shiny eggs all around me. Not much to see. I can move around, but not enough to even see my self. I can’t examining anything. The only thing I see clearly is the gray rock the room had been cut out of.
As I feel the change, the shift from running out of nutrients, I manage to move down towards the floor and slip out of the egg.
Just as I managed to get out of the egg and into the room, now standing on the smooth floor, I notice others just like me. Only they are all jet black. Why am I Pink, when they are all Black?
Only a few minutes after I managed to free myself of the egg, I notice Nurses entering the room. They abruptly lead us out of the room, while leaving the remainders of our now empty and useless eggs on the floor. Others are to care for these, to take them out. Clearing the room for the next clutch of eggs. My future siblings.
I noticed how a Nurse picked out a small group of slightly different Hatchlings, leading them off into another hall. These are the males. At least, for all I could see, they are at least the same glistering black as all the others. The same vibrant blue eyes. Just as they have the same mane and tail.
I can’t see my own eyes since I don’t have a mirror, or anything that could reflect my image back to me. Yet, I can clearly see the colour of my tail and mane. My tail is a deep, dark shade of turquoise. I can only imagine my eyes should go in a shade going with my mane, even if my body isn’t the same as all my fellow Hatchlings.
Looking further, my wings are a light but rich pink to cerise hue, fairly clear to transparent. Wings of Changelings are not quite as opaque as the once of Ponies, even if I never had the opportunity, or questionable honour to ever see any Pony or Pegasus.
I noticed that the Nurse up front started to open the doors as she trotted past, permitting a single little Hatchling entrance to each. Only she never opened one door for me. Not until we came to the end of the hall.
The one door for me is on the short end. There is a bed to the right. As a Changeling, I guess I am not spending much of my time here in the little cell I had been given. although I did find a fillies room opposing the bed. Otherwise, the room cut out of the same gray rock is bare, to the point of being barren.
An hour after I had been lead into the cell that was to be mine for the duration as a Hatchling, the door slide open once more. A Human stumbled in, before the door closed behind the nurse pulling her in.
“Here is your first meal!” the Nurse explained, as she stood, waiting by the door.
I moved up to the girl and sunk my fangs into her neck as she got down on all fours before me.