Author's Note

I am just doing this mostly as a way to push out some emotions. I haven't really ever though someone might be reading this (igagus, se você achou isso parabains, você tá lendo meu puro cringe). I am not sure I'll revisit older chapters, and.not even sure I'll even finish this. Sure, I have an idea for where I want to head this, but you never know how life might be

Finally free again

Finally

After so long, it feels soooooo good to stretch my wings again, I have no idea how long it must've been! It barely feels like a day has passed, but my body says otherwise. My wings feel stiff, my joints hurt, even properly staying on ground feels a little heavy.

I start to flutter my wings and see if I can even get of the ground again. It takes a lot of effort, but I'm still able to fly. Not wanting to tire myself, I just land right where I was. Maybe after feeding it will be easier

How long has it been, really, I wonder. I didn't hear anyone near me, and I'm still at the same hill where I was imprisoned, but something feels off. I don't remember it being well, kept, but the grass is running wild, not that I'm complaining, I was never one to limit myself to where I would grow, but I'm sure there weren't so much trees around.

Weird, I look back and try to look at the statue of where I once was. Those annoying little idiots should still be there.

Or not.

I take a wider look, try to see if I somehow wondered a little off while stretching, and still nothing. Either they freed themselves earlier than I, or maybe we were separated after being turned to stone. I start to think if maybe they've been reformed, after all, the pipsqueak did try to make us get together once.

"It doesn't matter for now" I mutter, I must find something to feed. As a changeling, "the hunger never ceases".

The sharp pain over my body, not quite like the hunger for food, starts to drain me again. It feels like I'm having my nerves being sucked out of me. Sure, after losing my colony I did feel it way more, but never had it felt this unbearable. I guess the spell didn't also locked away every last bit of love I had.

I start to gallop around, it shouldn't be hard to find some sustenance, anything that loves, I can drain, and oh every life do loves to love. It could be a squirrel caring for their little ones, or a bird just happy to catch it's worm, every one of them feeds me.

After a while trotting, with the pain of the hunger never having been so high before, I finally find a pond. Anything to make the hunger stop. A dog drinking, a duck swimming, a fish just lazing around. Anything to quiet the hunger. As I get close to the pond I take a look at the reflective surface.

What stares back isn't me. It scares me.

I was always thin, tall, with my eyes looking almost like two balls jutting out of my face. Long, thin hair dripping down from it, like waterfalls, falling from my face and my rear, and the green of my back really vibrant.

Now I look dried up. As once my thinness was one of beauty, it looks like one of weakness, where my hair looked flowing, it now looks dried up, where my colors popped out of my dark skin, now they look faded and gray.

The pain of how I ended up almost makes me forget the agony of the hunger. I quickly look up, take a deep breath, as to relieve all the emotion that came over me, and search for anything. Something needs to be living around here.

As quickly as I spot it my body almost juts to the frog in the middle of the pond. I fall on it, and we fall into the water. It's small, barely fits into my hand, but everything is more than what I have.

Almost like muscle memory, I didn't even had to think about it. The love of the frog leaves it, and rushes to my mouth, and the moment I start to taste it, the pain subsides. It barely tastes sweet, but I can feel small traces of it. Reminds me of when I had Shining Armor my the collar, his love was the sweetest I had tastes, and one that filled me to the point I was stronger than a princess. Now I have to feed from this slimy creature that barely has anything to give.

And when it stops, the pain returns. I'm a changeling, I am in constant pain, in constant hunger, only when I feed I can feel some sense of peace, and when the pain return it comes back stronger than before.

I start to scream, and I hear bubbles. I almost forgot I fell into the pond, and the air is quickly running out

I muster all the strength I have and gained from this to go back up, I start to swim pushing the water down, forcing myself to rise as fast as I can, but the surface is far away, and as I start to suffocate I jet out, gasping for air.

I need a few minutes to recompose myself. I look around and only see grass, trees and more grass. I must be the unluckiest girl ever, nothing to prey on and no one to trick into helping me.

I slowly get out of the pond and start to dry myself..I'd rather not look again into what I have become, maybe I can change into something, someone.

I close.my eyes and try to think of a normal pony, some pony I can pass myself as in case someone finds me, and some pony no one will find weird if it act. That photographer no one cared for will do nicely.

If I'm needing to focus, I might even be in worse shape than I ever had been. I try to picture her face exactly how it was. Her long, red hair, and faint green skin. I picture her exactly how she was and use all my strength to project it onto myself. It takes a lot of effort not to break concentration with all this hurting, but I remember nothing will ever relieve me if that

I open my eyes, look to the horizon and sigh, as even if I'm hiding all I am, I will never be free from who I am. I must feed, or I will perish.