Dearest Diary...

Entry Two,
"Mirror"

Dear Diary,

I am done being me.

When I finally found shelter after escaping, I sat there for hours.
I couldn't sleep. Couldn't think. The only thing I could feel was fear.

I could be dead right now. I should be.
It's not like anyone would notice...
I'm just a changeling. One of Millions. We die every day.

I sat and waited. I didn't sleep, because I knew if I even tried, my head would be filled with nightmares.

I was worthless. What was the point of continuing?
It would be like I was never there to begin with.

But then I remembered something, diary.
I remembered the stories I'd been told. About ponies.
Not the rants that Chrysalis gave, or the things they taught us.
The stories I heard scouts share when they returned home.

They spoke about a place filled with color, and happiness.
Where they all do as they please...live their own lives

It was raining, I remember.
And as I looked down at the puddle in front of me, I saw....this figure...Staring back at me...
I hated it.

Why couldn’t I be like them?
Why did I have to be born... Like this? The rules of being a changeling are much different than that of ponies... We have more rules and regulations...
Why couldn’t I be like them?
They had fun...They laughed...They loved...Why couldn’t I do that?

Then I thought of something, diary...
What If I could?

At first, I thought it would be a crazy idea, but... as I thought about it, I thought about all the advantages that this could have for me... I could finally be like one of them... experience the world from a different perspective...

I was a changeling, but...did I have to be?
I still wonder why I didn’t have this idea earlier... The one special ability that changeling has is it’s ability to change...
So I would do just that.

But...I’d do something a bit different than what anyone has ever done before... I would try to become somepony who has never existed....
I looked down at the puddle, seeing my hideous reflection for a long time as I thought. I was more than ready to say goodbye to the face I saw.

So I did, Diary...
I did it.

Noctus, the changeling, stayed in that puddle, while a new being came out. More specifically, it was a pony... A black pony, with the same emerald eyes as I had before.

I still remember looking down at the puddle... witnessing what my new face looked like... The look of shock and disbelief on my face. I, honestly, didn’t think that I could do it, diary. What no Changeling had ever done before... but I did it... I pulled it off.

I can finally be happy with my image... Now, all I need is a new name. Noctus just didn’t sound like a name for a Pony.

One more look at my reflection gave me the inspiration I needed.

I was done being one of the hive....
A faceless drone in the crowd...
I was done being a changeling.
I was done being Noctus.

I am Mirror Image, and I am an earth pony.