Author's Note

Sorry, if you feel this chapter came out from the Left Field.

It is just that it was inspired by a refference in a story I was listening to, the other day.

"Lame" sounds too much like "Lamia", and thus this chapter is "born".

Lam-e IA: 6 - (La-Me - A)

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Your (Little) Pony.. and You: (an Introduction)

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“Don’t call me Lame!!” Scootaloo demands.

“Why not?” Silver spoon inquires; “when it is what you are..” she continues; “it is only natural, to call you just that.. Lame!” she concludes.

“Should we call you Four Eyes, then?” Apple Bloom suggests; “or Gray; like a Mouse?” she continues.

“Don’t insult Derpy, or Dinky!” Apple Bloom suggests.

“Oh, yeah..” Sweetie Belle responds; “of course not; they are great, and nice Ponies!” she points out.

“Why are you so lame?” Silver Spoon retorts.

“Do you even know what that word means?” Sweetie Belle inquires; “Never let Discord hear you saying this!” she concludes, snickering.

“You never know; what he may do to you, if he heard you saying it!” Scootaloo suggests. .

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“Snap” is heard; as the reflection of Discord is seen close to the location, of where Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon is at the moment. (Sliver Spoon?)

“Iiiiiiih..” is heard; from the two fillies, as they stop. (While they were trotting on their way home from school.)

“What.. What.. What..” I sputter.

“What happened, to us?” Silver Spoon inquires.

“I merely fulfilled your wish, dear Silver Spoon!” Discord responds, with a chuckle.

“What wish?” Silver Spoon inquires; “I never wished for this.. this.. this!” she concludes.

“No?” Discord inquires; “I clearly heard you pronouncing the magical word..” he explains; “Lamia, I heard you say!” he points out, matter of factly.

“Magical Word?” I inquire; “I never pronounced any Magical word!” I conclude.

“It is like saying: Book, to Twilight; or: Party, to Pinkie Pie!” Discord points out.

"Pinkie Pie does throw Parties: left, right and center..” Silver spoon agrees, "and she seems to do enjoy it!” she concludes. (Enjoying it, doesn’t even begin to describe how Pinkie feels about Parties!!)

“I hope you will enjoy being the Lame-(ia)..” Discord chuckles in overly obvious and exagerated amusement; “Four Eye?” he suggests, as he snaps his fingers once more

“Uhm..” I inquire.

“Four Eyes?” Silver Spoon inquires; “What is that, even?” she continues, questioning.

“Four eyes..” Discord clarifies; “that’s you (two), my dear former fillies!” he points out, whereupon he once more is vanishing back into the ether from which he had just come. (Leaving the two {us} former Fillies, to what their fate has in store for them. {A Lamia can not be referred to as a Filly})

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"What just happened?” I inquire.

“Discord..” she responds; “Discord, is what happened!” she clarifies.

“Oh.. okay!” I respond; “But.. how does it explain this?” I inquire, pointing at what I had been transformed into.

“Maybe he found it hilarious, to turn us into this?” Silver Spoon is inquiring; “and make a point of miss-pronouncing what we had said..” she continues.

“Wouldn’t that be just typical Discord?” I inquire.

“Then again; you do look rather hilarious, with four eyes!” I suggest.

“I don’t know; you look rather freaky and creepy, to me!” she confesses.

“You mean, the Snake tail replacing most of your body?” I inquire.

“I don’t like Snakes..” she responds; “do you?” she inquires.

“Not particularly..” I confirm; “No!” I conclude. (“Noooooooo!!")

“Uhm..” Silver Spoon starts up; “your Tiara..” she continues.

“Silver Spoon..” I respond; “what is it (with my Tiara?)” I demand.

“Well..” she starts; “it isn’t exactly a Tiara, any more!” she points out.

“Then..” I start; “what is it?” I inquire, with an uneasy feeling to what she is about to tell me.

“It looks more, like the Crown of a Changeling Queen!” she responds.

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The insidiously mad cackling of a Royally amused Discord is heard all over the town of Ponyville, for several minutes.

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“We can’t stay here.. for much longer!” I point out.

“Ponies are staring at us..” she responds; “and I don’t think they like what they are seeing!” she concludes. (As if they had enjoyed the sight of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon all that much, before?)

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In panic, I start to slither away from where I had just stopped; when Discord had opted to intervene, on the account of his personal amusement. (Not that I am sharing his enjoyment; but when did that ever stop Discord, in the first place?)

While I know that my friend: Silver Spoon is following me; but that is the only consolation I have, at the moment. (This isn’t exactly the peak of my position..)

“Where are we going?” Silver Spoon is inquiring.

“I don’t know, Sliver!” I respond, not even realizing how I had just mispronounced her name, as if it had changed in my memory. (Is Sliver {Slither} her name as a Changeling? {Or, as a Lamia?} I don’t know, but it comes natural to me; I like how it is rolling off of my tongue, in my current situation, {predicament!} all the same.)

We had managed to slither a great distance, from where Discord had snuck up upon us; but we had ended up slinking through the darker alley-ways of town.

In the end; I finally realize that I had lead my friend into the Ever-Free forest, of all places. (But.. maybe it is for the better, in the end?)

“If we follow this path, just a bit further; we may be able to hide out, at the Castle of the two Sisters, Queen!” Sliver suggests.

“Maybe, just maybe; that is for the best, right now!” I suggest.

“Yes, Queen; I guess it just may be, for the best!” Sliver confirms, as she continues to follow me along the chosen path. (Even if it never had been a conscious choice, in the first place; but still, it is the choice all the same!)

I had not noticed it, at first; but I enjoy the reverence to her addressing me as Queen, all the same. I can’t help it, even if it had never happened before; but now, it just feels so natural to me (us).

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As we reach the castle; we soon realize (discover) that the castle had been renovated and restored, to its former glory. (Or, at the very least; the image the renovators had had of its former glory.)

“It would seem; that your Castle is prepared for your arrival, my Queen!” Sliver pronounces, as we approach the castle.

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First as I had entered the castle, do I notice how Sliver is making huge eyes; as she is gazing at me, while she is slithering by my side.

“What is it, Sliver?” I inquire.

“Your scales..” she breathes; “they’re so smooth and glossy!” she finally concludes.

As I am looking up, taken aback by her statement and observation; I notice how her scales are looking like polished Silver, befitting her name. (And of course; my own scales are pretty, glossy as she had just said!)

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Struggle: Ceased ” (Unity: Achieved)

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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!