Chapter 1: why i hate sand
G_7484's P.O.V
My entire life, sand has been a constant. it was there when I was born, and it will be there when I die. As you could imagine, waking up in a forest was a BIG surprise for me. Sadly that was not the biggest surprise, the fact that I am now a bug-equine thing is. sadly, still not the biggest surprise, that honor went to the fact that, I RECOGNIZED what I was, a changeling from the My little pony: friendship is magic series that we were all required to watch when were learning about emotions. So taking it in the best way possible, I scream "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" echoed through the forest as I screamed through my respirator, and after releasing all my panic over the span of a few minutes, I did the only thing that would make sense, I used my new tongue and started to feel inside my mouth, over the fangs and new set of teeth that I had required, this is a feeling no clone had ever experienced before as clones usually died before having to go to the dentist, which we had none of anyway. After what felt like forever I stopped rubbing my new tongue over the inside of my mouth and checked my armor over. I nearly screamed for joy as it looked like my armor changed along with my new body, even the writing on the front stayed the same 'si vis pacem para bellum' was my motto, thus I painted it onto my armor. Then I looked to my weapon, still the same. a
