The true story.... Of Little Cloud.

                 Queen Chrysalis stared at the young changeling. She was excited when her Royal hatched, especially considering that the hive was nearly destroyed, after that ill-fated battle at Canterlot. If something went wrong, this Royal would become the new queen and take place as the leader of the Hive. She did not plan on dying just yet, however. But Chrysalis was weakening, and it would be at this point she would need to set a Royal as a temporary queen, and go into hibernation to conserve energy.

    The young changeling looked to its queen, waiting for its instruction. It was of the Royal breed, so it's first order would have been to learn its shapeshifting powers, as well as learn to speak......

Would have been.

     But there was a problem with this young changeling, this young Royal. All changeling Royals were supposedly born female. The odd circumstance was that this one.... Was male. He would never be able to lay eggs at any rate, even if he was to change forms. It shouldn't have happened like this. Did the magical blast that annihilated the queens army disrupt something in her? In any event, this situation should have been impossible, and the queen was furious about it. She just didn't need her anger to show. She ordered her guards to remove the Royal from her presence, to put it to work, while she pondered as to what to do with it. She didn't even assign it any form of identification. She wanted it gone.

After a few minutes, she realized, "Yes, it needs to be gone. An act of treason, this is. Being born male when it clearly shouldn't have been is an act of defiance! One that shall be punished...." She said to herself, smirking.

She had to act quickly, however. Young changelings learned fast, all to better to begin serving the hive as quickly as possible, and for Royals, it was even faster. She wanted no trace of the 'defiant' Royal to ever be found again......

・・・Only a few hours later・・・

At this point, the changeling already learned basic language, how to shapeshift, but that was basic knowledge. Chrysalis already figured she would be too late to prevent that, considering the astounding capability of the workers she charged with teaching Royals. As she walked in, she immediatly shouted her orders to the instructors.

"Cease this at once! This abomination shall not become a part of my hive!", She said, once all the drones had bowed in respect.   She glared at the young Royal.

The drones all looked Chrysalis. What could she possibly mean? What abomination? Who was she referring to? One of the drones? One of the other hatchlings, most likely..... But not the first, and only Royal they have had ever since the  failed invasion, right? Surely she wouldn't.... They dared not ask her, and waited for her to continue speaking.

" I want this Royal eliminated from the hive. Do so as quickly as possible.",  She ordered, and without another word she turned and left.

She contemplated on whether she should of done it herself, but she knew she had a soft spot for her Royals, even in this sort of predicament. She didn't trust herself to not go easy on it. She wanted it dead. Not locked away, and not sent to exile. The Royal had to be wiped from existence....

She would later  find, however, she should of given her guard more explicit instructions, as exile is exactly what they had sentenced.

Cast the hatchling Royal out, and let him starve to death in the wilderness... As in, with all the lessons he was able to learn....

・・・Meanwhile・・・

     The young changeling was surrounded by the advisors, as well as the Prime Consort. They were called upon  for a purpose, yet did not know why. They could only wait for the information to reach them.

                    Moments later, a drone arrived to the chamber, and immediatly addressed the Prime Consort.

                    "Our Great One, second only to the Queen herself. I bring word of what is to come:

The Royal is to be removed from the hive. Do so as quickly as possible! By the order of the Queen, I repeat: The Royal is to be removed from the hive! As quickly as possible!" It announced, before bowing before the council.

           The Prime Consort looked at the messenger, and nodded in approval.   "Drone-742, the council has received you message. Judgement shall be swift and done. By the order of the council, you may take your leave." He said, gesturing for the drone to leave.

               Now the council knew the purpose of the meeting. They were  here to pass judgement upon the Royal. To decide the fate he would have. And it was here that fate would be determined. By the council. They began to discuss as to how they would go about eliminating the Royal from the hive. Some of the advisors truly had the nerve to question the idea of punishment on a Royal.  While they were permitted to voice such opinions, due to their role and rank, it was still unexpected how many of them were against it. Nonetheless, it had to be done.

  Soon, they had decided upon three choices. The same three choices they always chose from when a changeling was set trial.: Exile the changeling by driving it away. The punishment common for traitors.   Execution, the most merciful (and most common) of punishments, usually for minor, yet still severe, such as deserting a battle or being exiled, and then having the nerve to return.....

                  But the last, and in fact the worst of the punishments, of all the fates a changeling could face was.... Neglect. If a changeling attempted to horde love, without sharing it with the hive.... That changeling will suffer a delayed death sentence. There was no way around this punishment once it was decided.. The punishment was simply given as an offer: The changeling would work for the hive, yet without getting any share of love for itself, until it slowly died of starvation. Failure to accept this offer would have the changeling be locked up, and be given just enough love to let it survive, yet still in severe starvation until it figures the only way to end the suffering was to finally accept the offer.  For those changelings that are sentenced to neglect, death invariably and inevitably becomes the sweetest reward they have ever been gifted.... Or ever will be.

      All three options generally ended in death for the changeling being punished.  But even so,  none of them wanted to go for the execution method. Traditionally it was a high ranking member of the hive to carry out an execution . But a Royal? They couldn't.....or they could.... They had orders to be rid of the Royal as quickly as possible, so that meant the neglect option would be disobeying said orders. So execution or exile were the only option.  It would of helped to have the queens input on this choice, but the reason they were here now is because she wanted them to make a decision for her.

And so they did.

     They rallied the guards, and with a joint effort,  all forced the changeling with tooth and horn to flee the area completely. The entire hive forcing one to relocate far, far away. The message was clear: Do Not Return.....