I was born a changeling. I was given a false set of memories, set on an espionage mission amongst ponies, then made to forget it all. When the time came to remember, I was exposed, and they failed me. They expected I will return to them, but I refused, and sided with the enemy. Now I must figure out a way to never let them rule over me again. Also, being a changeling is just too weird for me.

Huge thanks to my proofreader, Algoroth, for fixing my grammar and pointing out some logical discrepancies.

Covert art was done by me.