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Prologue: 0
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Summary
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I had been summoned, to the Queen: Chrysalis. (When you have to go, you have to go; there is no Escape, no excuse good enough to cover your flank. )
“Oh, well! ” I ponder; “I have been summoned.. ” I continue; "delaying will only make it worse, for me! ” I conclude, on my way to where I had been summoned. (I don’t know what she wants { out of me}; but she has summoned me, for whatever reason, even if she did not actually need a reason to summon me. {Once I am summoned, I am at the mercy of her whims, in any case. })
A moment later, I step in, entering the chamber where our Queen is currently standing. (A surprisingly small and uncomfortable chamber, but it is out of sight and thus out of mind. )
“There you are, finally!” she exclaims, just as I am entering the chamber, as small as it may be. (I am feeling a touch of Claustrophobia, as I am entering; and it is not getting any better, not to mention to be alone with the Queen! )
“Why did she summon me, of all the Changelings she has available to her?” I ponder; “Greetings, Queen!” I respond, in an attempt of lighting the reception towards me; “Yes, I am here!” I confirm.
“I have a Mission for you; a very Important one, at that!” she proclaims. (Extra Emphasis on Mission and Important! )
“I am honoured!” I suggest, bowing my head. (But, of course I am ..{My Queen needs me! })
“I need you to go to Ponyville!” she explains.
“I can do that, for you!” I respond; “This does sound a bit too easy, there has to be something more to it? ” I ponder, holding my tongue.
“I need you to infiltrate the Library in the Castle of Friendship..” she continues.
“Yes, Queen!” I respond.
“I need you to deliver a book to Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship..” she continues.
“Yes, Queen!” I respond; “Didn’t Twilight love books and reading? ” I ponder.
“You will need to wear this ring..” she points out; while presenting me with a glittering black ring, placing it onto my horn, with deliberate care.
“Yes, Queen!” I respond; “This feels weird, but I can’t utter a word about that in her face! ” I ponder, shivering.
“None may know of your fate, or even your departure..” she points out; “Make haste and deliver the book to her!” she explains.
“Yes, Queen!” I respond, while I am experiencing increasingly cold chills down the entire length of my spine.
“Best of luck..” she offers; “now, begone; none may know..” she urges; “the ring will guide you, in your mission!” she suggests.
“Yes, Queen!” I respond, as I am backing away; “at least, I will not suffer the wrath of (y )our beloved Queen!” I ponder, with utter finality; as I am slipping out of the hive, with the guidance of the ring of promise already stuck to the base of my horn. (Slowly fusing to my form and melting into my hard carapace, in the process! )
It is not so much that I had been banished; if that had been the case, the rest of the hive would have been informed of the judgment.
Soon enough, I find myself out of the hive, in the open. I stretch my wings and take flight; soon turning in the direction of Ponyville and the Castle of Friendship, my final destination.
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The flight is quiet.. and uneventful as could have been hoped for. (I don’t even encounter a single Changeling, Pony or any other Creature {,thankfully }.) While in flight, I have no chance to see myself; there is no mirror, or other reflective surface before me.
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I land, before the castle; Quietly, unseen. (Just as I had been ordered, instructed to! )
“Chrysalis will be pleased.. ” I ponder, as I am trotting up towards the castle. (Still unseen, unnoticed! )
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I step into the Castle of Friendship, still unseen. I sigh in relief, one more step of my mission is going as I had been instructed.
Since I am not noticed, or at least; not as far as I know, I start to explore the castle and its interior. (I see a map of all the rooms I had finished exploring, before my inner eyes; as if I had been holding a physical map before me. )
Step by step, I am exploring the castle, one floor at the time. (I hide in a small closet, in order to rest; hiding from anyone, or any Pony who could detect me while I am in the open. )
Thankfully, I am not discovered; I remain hidden, and unseen.
“This looks like the perfect spot for the ambush, where I can deliver the Book to Princess Twilight Sparkle, while staying out of sight! ” I realize; “Now, I just need to wait for her to show up; in order for me to trap her, so that I can deliver the book to her! ” I conclude.
I am waiting, for Twilight to appear; in order for me to finally complete my mission. (Delivering the book Chrysalis had presented me with!! )
I am waiting..
Waiting..
Waiting..
Waiting.. (Patiently, ever so patiently. )
As if I had anything better to do, with my time? (With the ring, I could wait indefinitely; though I guess: that would be pointless, on the account of missing the target. {but still!! })
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There it is, a noise. (I hear the sounds of a Pony trotting over the crystal floor. )
I step up behind her, shadowing her to the position I had selected for the delivery.
Just as she is over the point, I target her hind hoof. I fire off a beam; hitting her hoof, as expected. (It takes her a moment to realize what had just happened; but then it is too late, too late by far.. {She is stuck to the floor, incapable of moving anywhere!! })
“I got her. .” I ponder, firing off the second shot; hitting her still free hind hoof, just as the hoof is leaving the floor. (She may struggle all she likes; she will not be able to move out of the spot, now!! )
I do not watch her struggle. I rather shoot of a third and fourth beam; trapping her in place, each of her hooves securely stuck on the floor.
One final beam, and her horn is no longer able to cast a single spell. (With that, I slip away; hiding from her. )
Once I had confirmed that she is stuck; I levitate the book over to her, delivering the book and thus concludes the final instruction I had been given. (I am still bound by her commands; I can not be seen, or heard! )
What am I to do, now? (It isn’t, as if I could melt into the floor or become invisible; neither option, is within my power! )
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Departure
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
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Prologue
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I am trotting along the long, dark and cold corridor of my fairly new castle, as I am hearing a strange and very unfamiliar noise I had not expected. (I think nothing of it, but maybe I should have? )
The castle is empty, or it should have been. (Spike is away in Canterlot, on a task I had sent him on. )
I still here the cold noises of my hooves, as I trot along the hall: “Clip clop, clip clop..”
There is a Specter in the far distance, at the other end of the hall; or, I think it is one. (Is there? )
In the end, the Specter, I think I had seen; is but a distraction, from what I should have been noticing. (A single, lone changeling had entered my castle; hiding, sneaking around. )
A moment later, I see the hint of a green glowing light from behind. I think nothing of it, of course. (While I certainly should have, but too late. )
Something is gracing my left hind hoof, just before it hits the hard stone of the floor; as I am trotting down the hall. The next moment, the hoof is pulled down onto the floor.
There it is again, the green glowing light. Something is gracing the right hind hoof, this time. I barely notice it, but why should I? I am alone, and there is nothing here I need to be worried about. (Is there? )
Just as I am setting down my right fore hoof, it is graced by the green, glowing light. (Almost there, almost there; just one more hit, and I will be stuck where I stand. )
There is another hit, just at the right moment. Each hoof had been hit; now stuck on the floor under me.
As I try to lift a hoof, the green glowing substance is stretching; only to pull the hoof back down, with a distinctly sucking noise. As the hoof is hitting the floor, I feel the hard surface as expected; just softer, cushioned by the substance holding it in place.
Before I manage to stop myself, I had tried to lift each of my hooves: once, twice and thrice.
There it is again; the pull and the sucking noise, just stronger and more distinct with each failed attempt. (I am stuck; or at least, it would appear that I am! )
The more I try to resist, the harder I try to lift a hoof; the more the substance is spreading up my leg, and the tighter the substance is clinging to the leg. (This green, glowing substance had already reached halfway up my legs; now holding me securely in place. )
I try to relax, focusing; thinking of the perfect spell to cast, in order to free myself. (Too late; before I can focus on the intended spell, the tip of my horn has already been hit and thus preventing me to cast the intended spell. {Even if it had been effective, it is too late! })
The substance is slowly flowing down the length of my horn, like slowly melting Cheese. (What an oddly disturbing image, and quite distracting as well! )
While the substance is contracting around my legs; I am still finding the muscles of my legs relaxed, maybe just a bit too relaxed. (Every attempt to lift a hoof, failing; and I find it harder and harder to lift the hoof, or even will the muscles to lift the hoof off of the floor. )
“Squeak squeak, squeak squeak, squeak squeak!” is heard, as I am trying to lift my hooves, one hoof at the time.
As I bend my neck, in order to investigate my situation; to examine the substance holding my hooves firmly on the floor, I am met with a squishy and rubbery surface. (Rubber? But, it is smooth and slippery; rather than sticky, as should have been expected. )
I may try to move a few more times, before the substance had claimed my legs completely; now holding me in place, with a vice-like grip like nothing I could even have imagined or dreamed up. (Not even discord would have subjected me to anything the likes of this.. would he? Why?? )
While the substance is semi-transparent, with a glow eerily reminiscent of that of a Changeling; but it had formed what appears to be the boots Applejack had worn that one time, when she saved a wagon full of Ponies from falling over the cliff.
“I really am stuck? ” I ponder.
“Squeak!” is heard, the next time I try to rub my muzzle along the rubbery substance covering my legs. (The noise is highly distinct and quite loud, much louder than I would have imagined it could have been. )
“Good thing, it isn’t sticky.. ” I ponder.
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After an undetermined time, I can see a hint of a glow from behind me.
“What is it? ” I ponder, turning my head in order to see what it is. (What in Celestia’s name could it possibly be? )
The light glows brighter, the longer I wait, the closer to me it is coming.
“Whatever it is, I can’t do much; in order to escape, or even try to defend myself! ” I realize, as I had accepted my situation. (I am indeed stuck, firmly; the more I try to resist, the stronger it becomes. )
The glowing light grows stronger, stronger and stronger still.
After a moment, I can see a book held within the field of the green glow. The green glow is a magical field, levitating an object towards me. (Or, so it would appear. )
“How curious.. ” I ponder; “did Somepony apply all this effort; just to present me with a book? ” I question, now breathing hard.
Somehow; I realize I am finding myself growing excited, by the sight of the book I am being presented with. (If Somepony is putting this much of an effort, in making sure I am seeing the book; it has to be something more, something really spectacular.. or, so my mind is reasoning )
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“The Book ”.
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
The Book
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
The Book: 3 (Table of Content: Included)
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Departure
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A book is floating up, towards me; carried in the magic field of another, a Changeling. (Even if I did not know this, right now. )
In the excitement of seeing the book floating up towards me, I forget; once more trying to trot up towards the book, trying to grasp the book before me.
“Squeak Squeak” is heard, as the substance is holding my hooves on the floor under me.
There is a cold sensation, gracing my horn; as I try to focus, grasping the book before me. But alas, the attempt is for naught. I can’t summon the magic, as the substance covering the horn is blocking and absorbing what I could have summoned. (The more I push, the colder the touch gracing my horn. ) In shock, I am giving up the futile and highly uncomfortable attempt. (There simply is no point, in persisting; it’s just too uncomfortable, and yields exactly nothing. )
As much as I do want to grasp the book, before me; the sensations imposed upon me are discomforting and foreboding.
Yet, my patience is rewarded; as the book is stopping before me, giving me the time to read the title and examine its covers. (Even if I am denied the chance to feel the book in my grasp! )
With hooves twitching, in desire to step closer and feel its covers; I am straining my neck, in order to scan the book’s content and explore what is its secrets.
The book stays out of my hooves reach (obviously ), but soon stops before me; at a mere foot’s distance (One and a half horn’s distance ), a fairly comfortable distance to me (to read ).
I am enjoying the appearance, even if it is torture, not to be able to touch or grasp the book before me. The book stays before me, in a stationary position; permitting me to read the title and explore the texture and imagery on the front cover, in comfortingly relaxing ease. (Even if the book is a convenient distraction, {placed be}for me! )
While I am still comfortable, keeping my hooves firmly on the floor; it is still tugging at my magic, tantalizing me in the process.
Strangely enough, to me; the book is remaining before me, where I can read comfortably.
“Wait, does the book react to my attention? ” I ponder, as I notice the book moving to permit me to examine the book more closely. (Well, why not? )
While I am still stuck in place, my hooves effectively glued to the floor and my magic still inaccessible; I can still move my head around, as my neck remains free.
“If I am moving my neck; can I at least be granted the liberty to feel the texture of the cover of this book before me, with my bare muzzle? ” I ponder, hoping against hope that it is the case and I will not be denied.
I am alone, or so I believe; none is within my field of vision, while the book stubbornly remains before me.
After a moment of consideration, I am stretching my neck in order to reach the book with my muzzle; only to feel a wet sensation on the top of my muzzle, and the sensation of the touch is spreading out slowly. (After a minute, or so; the slippery and wet sensation had spread out to cover my entire muzzle, coating me with the substance. )
“Whoa!” I exclaim, instinctively recoiling and pulling back my muzzle.
“For your eyes.. Only *” the text reads, in cursive letters under the Title of the book.
The cold wetness coating my muzzle slowly subsides, while a restrictive pressure is growing growing to replace the wetness I had initially experienced.
“Do I dare? ” I ponder; “But, I have to confirm if my sensation is what I think it is! ” I conclude
My eyes linger longingly on the cover of the book; even after my face had pulled back, to what I believe is a safe distance. (I can still read the text, on the cover.. quite comfortably. )
Since I can’t even lift a single hoof as much as an inch off of the hard crystalline floor; I can only reach for my chest, in order to confirm what I am suspecting. (My neck remains free, untouched; leaving me with the option to muzzle my chest, as the only option. )
As the tip of my muzzle is finally reaching my chest; I am experiencing a cold and slippery wet sensation, while I still feel the fluffy coat of fur on my chest, as if nothing had happened. (The dissonance between the sensations chilling and highly unsettling, but in a sense it is confirming the position in which I had just found myself. )
While I can see my hooves, and legs if I am looking down; I can’t exactly see my muzzle, without a mirror before me. (The book chooses this very moment, flipping the page; where the back of the cover is a mirror, as if they had been planning for this very moment and what had just led up to it. { Had they?} ) As I finally do get my eyes up to see the mirror in the book; I can see the glossy and rubbery surface coating my muzzle, a few shades deeper and darker than the natural hue of the coat of fur I had been born with. I gasp, my eyes finally are resting on the visage I had been subjected to.
I open my mouth, to scream; no overt resistance to the action, and I can hear the sound of my voice coming out: “Iiiiiiih..”
“Okay.. ” I realize; “I can scream, as much as I like; but no help or aid is forthcoming! ” I conclude, in frustrated shock and disappointment. (Nothing to do about it; I am alone, and with none to help me out! )
The substance is covering my lips and an inch into my nostrils as well. Yet, it isn’t as uncomfortable, as I should have been expecting; as if she had put an effort into making it as comforting as she could muster. Had she? If so; I guess: I should be grateful, for the effort she had been putting into it. (On closer inspection; my lips had picked up a shade several levels deeper than the rest of my muzzle, as if she had placed the emphasis on the effect of make-up applied! )
Once my eyes once more turn the focus back to the book and the title of said book; I can once more see the title: “the Book ”.
“The book - a Changeling compilation ” I finally read on the first page inside the book.
“Curious subtitle! ” I conclude; as I am considering the situation, I had just found myself in.
As it stands, and I can do nothing but stand; this book is effectively distracting me from my situation and everything implied.
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“Table of Content:” I read, just as the page had flipped, once more
“Table of Content.. ” I ponder; “this is a book, organized for me to enjoy what it is presenting! ” I conclude.
“Page 00 ” I read; "Story; Prologue " Wordcount = 01168.
“Page 01 ” I read; “Story; Departure " Wordcount = 01028.
“Page 02 ” I read; “Story; The Book ” Wordcount = 01472. [In Progress]
“Page 03 ” I read; “Story; Your Changeling.. and You: (an Introduction )" Wordcount = 01103. [In Progress]
“Page 04 ” I read; “Story; Your (Little) Pony.. and You: ( an Introduction)” Wordcount = 01094. [In Progress]
“ Page 05 ” I read; “Story; Lam-e IA " (Lame IA ) Wordcount = 001152.
“Page 06 ” I read; “Story; Struggle: Ceased ” (Unity: Achieved ) Wordcount = 01316.
“Page 07 ” I read; “Story; I Dream of You (01) ” (Miss Pew ) Wordcount = 01756.
“Page 08 ” I read; “Story; A New Day ” Wordcount = 01350.
“Page 09 ” I read; “Story; Squeak ” Wordcount = 01222.
“Page 10 ” I read; “Story; In Twilight ” Wordcount = 00358.
“Page 11 ” I read; “Story; Spouse of Discord ” Wordcount = 00302.
“Page 12 ” I read; “Story; I Dream of You (02) ” (Miss Few ) Wordcount = 00690.
“Page 13 ” I read; “Story; Over-Night – A Rubber Pone Created ” Wordcount = 00041.
“Page 14 ” I read; “Story; X ” Wordcount = 00041.
“Page 15 ” I read; “Story; X ” Wordcount = 00041.
“Page 16 ” I read; “Story; X ” Wordcount = 00041.
“Page 17 ” I read; “Story; X ” Wordcount = 00000.
“Page 18 ” I read; “Story; X ” Wordcount = 00000.
“Page 19 ” I read; “Story; X ” Wordcount = 00000.
“Page 20 ” I read; “Story; X ” Wordcount = 00000.
“Page 21 ” I read; “Story; Questions and Answeres: X (Q'n'A) ” Wordcount = 00650.
Wordcount = 12661. (14661 I hope you don't mind my interpretation of the expression; " For your eyes, only. "
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Your Changeling.. and You: (an Introduction )
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
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The Book
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We need you, Ponies. (While we stay hidden, out of sight and out of mind, ) but we still need you to survive.
Technically speaking; we are still Equines, just like you. (Just like a Pegasus, we are Avians )
Just like Ants and Bees, we are counted among the Social Insects. (Even when we are still Equines. ) Thus we have a Queen; directing our movements and laying the eggs, from which we are hatched. (I sincerely hope: that this is not bothering you. )
Just like the Ants and Bees, we are separated into Classes; defining who we are, and what work we are intended to perform.
The Queen is at the top of the hierarchy, and we only have one mature Queen in the Hive. (Even if we could have a few Princesses and Proto-Queens in the hive at any given time! )
Proto Queen : see Queen. (Unmated Queen, before she has been designated a leadership role. )
Princess : young Queen, not yet mature enough to lead. Leadership role, subordinate to the Queen.
Drone ; male Changeling. (Exceptionally rare Changeling ) Primary purpose is the court the Queen for reproductive purposes. Can also serve military service, in case of the Hive being attacked. (May serve in more administrative functions. )
Nurse : cares for the eggs, grubs and larvae until they are mature enough to be integrated into the work-force.
Love Harvester : integrates into the (Pony ) society, in order to harvest Love for the Hive.
Infiltrator : Infiltrates the (Pony ) society, in order to gather information and provide an extra layer of security.
Diplomat: A mediator, purposed to solve disputes and mediate. (Exceedingly rare. ) As opposed to the Infiltrator; the Diplomat is intended to move openly, undisguised if possible. As opposed to the Palace guard, she does hold no Guard duty or any other Military capability.
Palace Guard : Guards Royalties. (Including Ponies {Permissible intervention }) Rarely seen in opposing hives. Exulted position, within the hive. (What better way to secure the hive, than to ensure the friendly relations? )
Tunneler : Digs tunnels and in general builds and maintains the hive.
( Regular) Guard : Guards the hive and the tunnels of the hive in general. (Currently a popular position. )
Egg : Unhatched Larvae.
Grub : Immature Changeling, not yet ready to be integrated into the work-force.
Larvae : See Grub.
Pupa: (See Cocoon ) A daughter of Queen Chrysalis.
Chrysalis: (See Cocoon ) The name of the currently reining Queen of the hive.
Cocoon: The stage between Larvae and Adult Changeling.
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Changelings are natural Emote-vores and Shape shifters. (Reliant on emotional Energy, for most all bodily processes to function; the magic and mana conversion more so than anything else, as the changeling can not perform magic or convert mana into actual magic without the steady supply of this emotional Energy. )
As Shape shifters, Changelings are adapt in subterfuge and covert operations. Secretive in nature, the Changeling Hive is commonly in a desolate and hard to reach location.
Unfortunately; Changelings partake in some pointless, clandestine activities along the way.
All Changelings are naturally loyal to their Queen; as she is the Elevated and exalted leader of the hive, responsible to lay all the eggs from which the changelings hatches out of. (Even if some has been given the position, even before the egg has been laid; the Drones are counted in this category, partially in being male and the capabilities strictly limited to them. )
A Changeling has her position given to her in the chrysalis stage, all depending on what roles are needed most at the time. (Even if some has been given the position, even before the egg has been laid; the Drones are counted in this category, partially in being male and the capabilities strictly limited to them. )
Just like most, if not all Insects; the Changeling has a hard and adamant carapace containing the body and its content. Likewise, she also have wings, with which she can fly. (Even if not quite as fast or agile as the Pegasus and other Avian Ponies. )
A Changeling has both Avian and Arcane magic, but little to no Earth magic. (The exact proportion of magic of an individual Changeling varies between the various Types as well as between Individuals. )
The Changeling Hive does not control the weather, but is solely reliant on natural control. (No changeling can possess the ability to control the weather, even on a localized scale. ) This is considered to be a talent exclusive to the Ponies. (Pegasus or possibly also the Thestral Batpony tribes. )
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All hives are part of a larger Federation. (Unless the hive had been banned and excommunicated! )
Within the federation; there is a set of rules or laws, governing how a hive can be governed and what actions can be sanctioned. (Breaking these laws may constitute going rogue, which is leading to the hive being excommunicated, banned or even declared war against; all depending on the severity of the infractions. )
Interfering with the operations of another hive is considered illegal. (No matter how small the infraction, only the severity of the reaction determines the punishment! )
No hive or party there-off may interfere with the Ponies or their societies by any means.
No one Changeling may reveal the location or indeed the very existence of Changeling by any means for any reason. (Not even a “Competing” Hive! ) Only the classes predefined may interact with Ponies or any None-Changeling in general!
These ancient laws has been in place, for the most obvious reasons; harming the Ponies and their Society will bring down the food production, on the account of the hostile state these attacks and interference will cause and foster on both the short and the long term. (We simply can not sustain ourselves and our numbers, with any less than what the Ponies will produce at peak performance! )
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As the Guardian of this book and its content: Twilight Sparkle; consider yourself Honoured, to be entrusted with all this privileged information. (Very few will ever know the content in your care; even Changelings, let alone Ponies and in a place of Power!! )
By all means; feel free to verify the information and corroborate the information contained within these pages.
This information has been placed in your care, out of trust; share this with these few you trust, implicitly. (It is not just our lives, hanging in the balance; but also your very own life, right along with each of the once you care for! )
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Adjustments and new information may be supplied at any time.
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Your (Little) Pony.. and You
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
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Your Changeling.. and You: (an Introduction )
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The Earth Pony : Celestia’s Tribe. Natural Farmers by nature, thus followers of Princess Celestia by trade. (Even if there isn’t anything preventing an Earth Pony to take up a profession other than farming. )
The Pegasus : Discord’s creation; even though they still are fiercely loyal to the Princess of the sun herself: Celestia of the Day. Shepherds of the sky and weather, with the innate ability to walk on the clouds. (Cloud-Walking )
The Unicorn : wielder of the Ether. Natural Spell casters. In rare cases, a Unicorn can reach heights of power, rivaling even a Alicorn Princess.
The Bat Pony (Thestral ): Luna’s Tribe, her loyal followers and guardians.
The Crystal Pony : the Northern tribe of Cadence.
The Kirin *: Emotional and fierce wielders of the Flame.
The Sea Pony *: Ponies of the Sea, aquatic equines.
The Hippogriff *: Enabled by the union between a Pony and a Griphon.
The Mer Pony *: a Coastal tribe of Equines.
The Centaur *: Enabled by the union between Ponies and Humans in the distant past. (Long forgotten and most recently denied by all. )
The Changeling *: Insectoid Pony long forgotten. (Recently corrupted by greed.) Believed to originate from the region of the Crystal empire, before the corrupted King cursed the great Crystal City into oblivion and sealed away in a state of Limbo.
The Shadow Pony : corrupted Pony, taking on a form of Shadow and Mist. (Swallowed by hatred in a bid for pointless revenge. )
The Candy Pony : Cursed Pony, turned into Candy from the inside out. These forlorn beings lives in a Zombie-like state, consuming any pony flesh they can sink their sharp teeth into. (Yet, never satisfied. )
The Tentacle Pony : a Pony with tentacles for Mane and Tail. Lives in relatively small tribe, supposedly roaming the land in search of resources. Rarely trading with other Tribes.
The Slime Pony : Enabled by the union between the wild (feral ) Slimes and Ponies. The Pony has a membranous and glossy hide, while the meat of the pony is gelatinous and highly elastic and squishy.
The Latex Pony : Commonly an Earth Pony or Unicorn Type, but can also be a Mer Pony. Recognized by the smooth and glossy hide in place of the coat of fur of the more common Ponies. Thrives in the moderate climate of central Equestria.
The Rubber Pony : Enabled by Twilight Sparkle; under the influence of a Changeling, directed to deliver a Book to her.
The Zony : Enabled by the union of a Pony and a Zebra. (Is it the Mare or the Stallion being the Pony and Zebra, respectively. )
The Mule *: Enabled by the union of a female Pony and a male Donkey.
The Hinny *: Enabled by the union of a male Pony and a female Donkey.
The Lamia *: Discord’s creation. (For the purpose of the Narrative of this story; Discord is the creator of the Lamia.. {I could as well invent this distinction between the Lamia and the Naga!})
The Naga *: Enabled by the union between Pony and Snake. Equine, from the hips and upwards; while snake, from the hips down to the very tip of the tail. (Generally appears to be an earth Pony, but Unicorn{ s} has been sighted. ) Commonly has snake-like eyes, but may still look equine. Has a forked tongue, commonly.
Dreider : Enabled by the union between a Pony and a (Star? )-Spider. Known to be able to spin nets out of internal threads, as well as injecting venom into the victim.
Ponequine *: (See Ponnequine)
Ponnequine *: This Pony lives to be adored, by being adored in the suit of choice of the one owning the venue in which she (or he ) is standing. Spending the time, wearing fashionable suits; ranging from Adorable, Cute, to Pretty Beautiful and Handsome. (Where they came from, originated; who knows, the origin is a mystery Wrapped in an enigma!” )
The Balloon Pony : Pinkamena Diane Pie’s creation. (Pinkie Pie ) Resembles the more common ‘Latex Pony’, but is much lighter than the Latex Pony, aside from certain characteristic traits. (The eyes do not move like the common Pony’s eyes and the movement is lacking the traits commonly associated by vertebrates due to the lack of an internal bone structure to support movement. {invertebrate })
The Shadow Pony : Stygian’s creation.
The Star Pony : Luna’s creation.
The Spirit Pony : The Tree of Harmony’s creation.
Ponyta : Fire Pony. (Has the general appearance of an Earthpony, but with the mane, tail, coat and other hair made out of flames. )
Rapidash : (See Ponyta ) Senior, more powerful than the junior Ponyta.
Alicorn : Possesses the traits and powers of all the main tribes of Ponies. (Earth Pony, Pegasus, Unicorn. ) May contain further traits and powers aligning with the respective Element. (Celestia has the fire of the Kirin, Luna has the night-vision of the Bat Pony.. ! )
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Celestia is the Alicorn of the Sun , possessing the element of fire.
Luna is the Alicorn of the Moon . (Ruler of the heavens, protector of the Moon and the Stars. ) Lord of the Dreams and the dream-realm. (Shepard of the young. {Fillies and Colts .})
Mi Amore Cadensa (Cadance ) is the Alicorn of love. (Goddess of Food and Deliverance. ) The eternal wellspring of eternal Love . Matriarch of the Crystal Empire in the far North.
Twilight Sparkle is the Alicorn of Friendship and the element of Magic. The current Matriarch of the Elements.
Flurry Heart is the Alicorn of of .. (Due to her appearance is too recent to determine, little to nothing is known of her. )
Pinkamena Diane Pie (Pinkie Pie ) is the element of Laughter. (Chaotic entity beyond reach of understanding )
Discord* is the spirit of Chaos . (Spouse of Fluttershy. )
Fluttershy is the element of Kindness . (Spousee of discord)
Applejack is the element of Honesty .
Rarity is the element of Generosity .
Rainbow Dash is the element of Loyalty . She is also the embodiment of speed and the (sole ) wielder of the Sonic Rainboom.
* These are considered as "Ponies " in the context of this story.
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Even if this is information, from an outside source (in your perspective ); you should still consider the information as privileged and highly restricted information, not to openly share with others, due to the risks involved. (You may share this with your fellow Elements and Princesses, at your own discretion. )
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Furthermore; it is advisable for you to investigate these facts and corroborate the details and particulars, disclosed in this text.
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Adjustments and new information may be supplied at any time.
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Lam-e IA " (Lame IA )
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
Lam-e IA: 6 - (La-Me - A)
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..!!!
Struggle: Ceased 7 (Unity: Achieved)
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Lam-e IA " (Lame IA )
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As much as I may struggle, there is no point; I can’t even lift a single hoof, off of the floor in the first place. What I am granted for the effort, is just a tightening sensation on my hoof and leg; it isn’t comfortable, at all.
I had tried, a few times; even after I had learned, realized the futility. I may have forgotten, about just how futile it is?
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Little by little, the bond had tightened up around my hooves and legs all the way up. (At first, it had been very obvious and overt; but then it had continued, fueled by the lightest twitch on my part. ) It only covers my hooves and my legs, which is distinctly covering my cutie Mark as well. (Not that covering my Cutie Mark had changed anything; even if it is brushing my pride, as I find it embarrassing. ) Nothing to do about it; as I am alone, with my hooves and horns effectively disabled.
Why does this substance never reach beyond my legs? Yet, I had refused to ask the obvious question, or even considered the question. Why? What good would it possibly do me?
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I had been ordered, instructed; never to be seen or heard from, ever again. How do I pull this off? Am I to hide in her castle, for as long as I live?
Just that I am bound to be found, after my death if I had just hidden away? How could I perform the given duty, if I were to hide? I have no idea.
The answer had come, to me; much earlier, faster than I had dared to imagine. Just not in the way, I had been expecting. (At first, it had scared me; when I was realizing what was happening to me. ) Still; by then, it had already been too late to escape. It had been too late, once I had received the summon, then promptly accepting the mission I had been given. (As if I had had a choice, when summoned? )
While each blast had still contained magic (mana)., just as expected; it had contained part of my substance, my very soul. With that, I am committed, to follow the orders I had been given.
Slowly, very slowly; I am becoming the restraints, holding Twilight in place. (Part of me, my knowledge is being siphoned, into the book I had presented her with. )
It is not Love, fueling her restraints; it is my body, my will. Scary, discomforting; yes, but that is just the beginning.. How do I even put this into words? (I guess; this is an image, of how much our queen is valuing me and the life I had had. )
I could see the substance of my body, flowing away towards her in the beam; I had just refused to accept or believe it could have been possible, at least at first. (Until I had seen myself; my body slowly losing the substance that had held be together, that is! )
It isn’t, as if I had forgotten anything of what had gone into the stories of the book she is reading; but it is still my memories, all the same. (Even if it isn’t just my memories, covering the book with the text she is reading. ) Had I been fed lies and false memories? Had the ring on my horn been created, to hold lies to feed her, to deceive her? I have no idea, and now it no longer make any difference to me.
It isn’t just that I will be hidden away, in order to make sure I will not be heard from again; there will be no trace of me to be seen or heard, as I am being transferred into what is her restraints. (What will be left of me, in the end; if anything at all? I am scared, terrified! ) Yet, I have no choice; my fate had already been written, sealed. (Wait, wait.. I have no choice? ) Inside, I am screaming in panic, at the top of my lungs. Jet, I can not be heard.
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She is restrained, stuck.
I have outlived my meaning, my purpose.
I find myself trotting up towards her: Twilight Sparkle from behind. The closer to her I come, the stronger the pull, the compulsion becomes; I can no longer stop, turn back. (As much as I may want to, even knowing it had already been too late; the struggle is futile, and I no longer have a body in which to live my life! )
Before she is hearing me, turning to look; I am whisked away on the wind of the magic of the ring, as the mana is pulling what is left of me into the substance that is her restraints.
I am finding myself being pulled in. I am falling, and she is pulling me in.
As the rest of me, the Spectre is (re )uniting with what had been me; I am filling up the restraints, as I am absorbed by her skin. (She is still reading the book I had past onto her; the very book, Chrysalis had instructed me to present her with. )
As I fell, I had not felt weight; I am weightless, without substance.
Only once my body had absorbed the lost substance; am I feeling weight, and sensations.
It is just, that I can’t feel the sensations I had been accustomed to; I feel the sensations, a Pony would feel. (Of course; I can no longer change my shape, as I am inhabiting the form of a Pony. )
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There is the sense, as if someone had just walked (or trotted) over my grave. I am experiencing a very uncomfortable sense of unease.
I am experiencing a chill; as if there had been a draft, a very cold wind blowing through the hall in which I am standing.
For a moment, I am feeling the urge to move, to turn my head in the direction from which the sensation is coming. As I am turning my head; I momentarily have the impression of seeing a Spectre flowing towards me, for the briefest of instants. (It could not be. Could it? )
The instant is passing, and I pretend it had never happened.
As much as I may have tried to lift my hooves, in order to move; I am stuck, the restraints had tightened up considerably. (Only now, it had moved up to encompass my entire body in the short span of time that had passed. ) I am stuck.
I had been encased, in what appears to be solid Latex (Rubber ). My hooves, still stuck to the floor.
I continue reading. (I had enjoyed the book, I had been presented; even if I did not know, where it had come from or who had presented me with this material.. )
With nothing better to do, I read. (I still enjoy reading the book, I had been presented with; the perspective new and alien to me, while much of the material is calling to me all the same!! )
With no way to move out of the spot, I fall asleep; where I stand, with the book still hovering before me. (Maybe the book had nothing better to do. Maybe the book could not go anywhere, either. )
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As I am waking up, I find myself in my own bed. My very own bed, in which I had been sleeping each night, since I had moved into this castle.
I am confused, but I guess I am not about to complain. (To whom, am I to complain to? )
Could I pretend, this had been nothing but a strange and very unsettling dream?
(You could. )
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
I Dream of You (Miss Pew)
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
I Dream of You (01): 8 {Miss Pew}
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Struggle: Ceased (Unity: Achieved )
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“Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I am trotting down an endless hall in my castle. (The Castle of Friendship. ) {( the) Prench Shrimp( s) }
The hall seems to be tilting a bit to the left, just as it seems to curve in towards the left, while it is sloping slightly upwards, towards the sky. (Just enough to be perceived or imagined, but not enough to be obvious ) {But, why? }
(Well, this is a dream; even if I am not aware of it. )
I hear the distinct noises of my hooves, hitting the floor with each step: “Clip clop..”
These noises are just a little bit off; but not enough to take me out of the immersion of the dream. (That could have woken me up! )
For a moment, I am alone.
While I had not quite noticed it; but I am wearing a semi-translucent rubbery suit, covering my body entirely. The suit is a deeper, darker shade of my light lavender purple shade. It is glossy, but lacks the holes for my tail and mane. I guess: it also comes with its very own squeaking noises reminiscent of a rubber suit, even if I have no experience of such a suit.
I have windows on the left wall. Between the windows, I can see a painting of Luna; showing a progression of her development over the years, from the little Filly, all the way up to the mature Alicorn Mare she is today. She is clearly smiling down at me, from within the painting on the wall. (Well, why not? )
I have a door on my right. (I have already trotted past several doors. ) Yet, this one door is swinging up before me.
A mare is stepping out into the hall before me, turning to look at me as if she had been looking for me. I can see that she wants to make me company and possibly talk to me about something. (I feel that the subject she wants to talk to me is urgent! )
Who is the mare, stepping out to greet me? I can see that she is translucent, almost like a Spectre or possibly a Spirit.
“Greetings!” she exclaims, as I am reaching her just a moment later.
“Greetings!” I respond.
“Since we have not officially met; I am the Spirit of Harmony, and the Guardian of this Castle!” she is presenting herself.
“I am the Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship and the Element of Magic!” I respond.
“Pleased to meet you, Twilight!” she opines. (Pleasantries must be observed, no matter the urgency!! )
“Likewise!” I respond.
“Curious decorations, you have in this hall!” she suggests.
“Should this hall be known as: the Hall of princess Luna of the Night ?” I suggest.
“I guess: that is as good, as anything!” she responds.
“Since she is the guardian of the dream realm, does this imply that I am dreaming?” I inquire.
“Since you have a Hall dedicated to princess Luna of the Night; do you also have a Hall dedicated to princess Celestia of the day?” she inquires; “And by the same token, there aught to be a Hall dedicated to princess Cadance of the Love and another to Twilight of Friendship!” she opines.
“When you put it that way, I would very much hope that they do exist and that we could be trotting these halls too!” I suggest.
Dreams are not logical, and I know this; but one could dream, or hope for things in this realm above all else. (Dreams are dreams, after all; and Dreams defy logic as a matter of course, on principle alone! )
“That would be delightful..” she ponders, with a dreamy tone to her voice; “but this hall does not have an end; so we will have to leave by other means, in order to reach any of these halls..” she continues; “all assuming; these halls are actually existing in this realm!” she concludes.
“When you put it that way; there is always the chance, you can only enter Celestia’s hall in the day as you are fully awake!” I suggest.
“Then I am content with trotting down this hall with you, for the rest of the night!” she offers.
All of a sudden, I notice a door swinging up before us. A moment later, a black mare is stepping out into the light; stepping up to my side, taking her place half a step behind me on my left.
“Greetings; Princess Twilight (Sparkle )!” she exclaims, in eager excitement.
“Greetings!” I respond, and my first companion on this path along the hall is echoing me a moment later.
“Sorry, if I trotted into something private..” she excuses herself; “but I am only too excited to finally see you!” she concludes.
The first I am noticing, as I am looking at the black Unicorn mare beside me; is her glossy black hide where she should have had a saturated colourful coat of fur. (Strangely enough, the black hide is strangely similar to what my own hide is looking and feeling like right now.. How curious? ) Her mane is a recreation of my very own, just slightly brighter and glowing.
When I am casting a glance at her flank: all I see, is the bright outlines of a lone octagonal star. (Indicating a talent for magic, would be my best guess. )
“I am (the ) Shade, the Dark Horse!” she is presenting herself, now as I had fully acknowledged her by my side.
“Shade, what a curious name: for a Pony!” Harmony opines.
“Our convergence is no coincidence..” Shade puts forth, hinting at the reason behind being in this hall.
“Of course not..” Harmony exclaims; “but in the domain of Harmony, corruption is nigh!” she declares.
“Where did she come from? ” I ponder.
“I am (was ) a Changeling, but the dream does not permit this form..” Shade explains.
“Exactly!!” Luna is pointing out, from the painting nearest to us; “I see everything; that is going on, in the dream (Realm )!” she concludes.
“This is indeed the hall of princess Luna of the Night!” Harmony ponders.
“And so, the Cat is out of the bag..” Shade suggests; “I am revealed..” she puts forth; “Since I have stepped out of the Closet within which I hid, I can never hide who I am or where I came from!” she concludes.
“Chrysalis will be furious..” Shade ponders; “once she learns of how I was revealed!” she concludes. (This is Purely Chrysalis’ problem; on the account of giving the order, in the first place! )
“While the effect of you stepping out of your closet may seep out, at some point..” Luna concedes; “but I will not permit this knowledge entering her mind through the dream realm!” Luna declares; from the painting closest to us, at this moment.
“Thank you, Luna!” Shade exclaims, showing clear signs of the relief Luna’s promise is lending her.
“You are quite welcome, Shade!” Luna merely offers, with a genuine smile.
“By the way, Twilight..” Shade puts forth; “I hope the book I offered you was informative and enjoyable!” she suggests.
“Thank you, Shade..” I respond; “yes, it was very informative and entertaining; at least, as far as I have had the time to read, up until now!” I respond; “I can’t say anything; about the parts I have not had the time to read, yet!” I conclude.
“You did notice that there are a few stories, mixed in with the various references?” Shade inquires.
“Yes, Shade..” I answer; “Very entertaining, thank you!” I conclude.
“Since this book is written by a changeling, (me ); the narrative is from our perspective, as opposed to the perspective of Ponies!” Shade points out.
“I guess I should have expected as much..” I suggest; “and Changelings may not know everything Ponies know, while Ponies does not know everything Changelings know..!” I put forth; “I will simply have to investigate this material, in order to confirm what is and is not accurate!” I conclude.
“Thank you, Twilight..” Shade responds; “and I am sure you will be enjoying the investigation, for all it is worth..” she continues; “but please; make sure to invite some Ponies and Friends to aid in your investigation!” she concludes.
“Thank you, Shade; for reminding me, that would make the investigation more accurate!” I concede. (And possibly, more fun! )
Curiously enough; Luna never loses her interest, in the conversation I am keeping (maintaining ).
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“While the book can not be copied, in its entirety; you can still copy pages, you can pass to the friends you intend to aid you in this investigation!” Shade points out. (These pages can even be combined into thematic collections, in the form of books... )
“So, I can collect all the pages containing factual information about: Ponies, Changelings and other Creatures (Be{ e}ings ) into a single book?” I inquire.
“Just as you could combine all the pages containing these Stories..” she elaborates.
“I should do this, first thing tomorrow..” I suggest; “just after breakfast, of course!” I add.
“Very practical..” Harmony puts forth; “and most helpful, I’d think!” she concludes.
“Yes, Twilight..” Shade agrees; “after breakfast..” she continues; “there is no point, in missing breakfast over this; a few minutes, or even a few hours will make no real difference here!” she concludes.
“Exactly!” Harmony confirms.
“Then this investigation is tabled..” I put forth; “until after breakfast.
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I take another step forwards. (It is quiet, maybe just a bit too quiet?) While I am not thinking of it, imagining my friends still trotting along; but slowly they fade out of focus.
"Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I continue.
All of a sudden, a portal is slipping into focus. (Where did that come from?)
I am stepping through, only to find myself alone. I am in my bed room, my very own bed room. (I’m alone, but I don’t even notice it.)
“Clip clop., clip clop..” is heard, as I am taking the final steps up towards my bed.
I slowly fold the corner up against the wall, before I slip my hooves in under the quilt; laying myself to rest, before I gently fold the quilt down over myself.
Just as my head is hitting the pillow, my consciousness is fading away. (This dream is at an end.)
I had not even realized it, as if this had been the end of a very long day.
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
A New Day
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
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I Dream of You (Miss Pew)
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Of course; neither I, nor my body was never found. (I will never be seen, just as I will never be heard from again; as much as I would have loved to be seen, and heard from again. )
Naturally; there is nothing left of me, no trace of me left to be found. At least; my (Former ) queen will be pleased. (She will never hear of what became of me. )
Wait, what did become of me? (I have no idea. ) At least, I am not dead; even if I have no body (of my own ), I am alive enough to think and experience. (Is this considered: to be alive? )
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I had woken up, in my own bed; even if I have no idea, as to how I had managed to reach my bed. (Considering how I had been trapped in a very long hall.)
I guess: I should be relieved, as a result of waking up in my own bed. (Well, why shouldn’t I?) I do enjoy, waking up in my own bed; even if I am alone in the castle.
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I feel weird. I feel the light touch of the fabric, making up the bed linen: the bed sheet and the quilt covering my body.
While I had wings (and a horn before), but these were the wings and horn of a Changeling; now I have feathered wings of a Pegasus (or Alicorn), just as I have the horn of a Unicorn (or Alicorn).
How could I feel anything, but weird? Even if I guess it is comforting, to escape the Hunger I had always been subjected to.
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Why did it feel weird, and unfamiliar (all of a sudden; to feel the quilt over my back)?
Either way, I had not dwelled upon this; but stepped out of my bed, preparing for the new day.
"Did I dream, what happened yesterday?” I ponder. (Yet, I still do have the book on my nightstand; the very one, I distinctly recall reading.)
“I will take a look at the book, after breakfast; right now, I need to eat!” I ponder.
If I did not wear clothes, regularly; I don’t need to bother dressing up now, either. (I am after all alone, to the best of my understanding; so even this strange substance covering me, isn’t an issue!)
I trot up to the door, pushing it up before me; before I am stepping out of my bed room, closing the door behind myself as I am turning towards the kitchen. (Too bad, Spike is not here; I had grown used to the comfort, of the help he is extending me!)
Trotting over to the kitchen takes a while, as I am no longer living in the Golden Oak Library. (I had grown to love the good old Golden Oak Library; all the memories I had made there, and all the time I had shared with my friends in that place.)
There is a strange feeling, to the memories of that place now; almost like an echo, reinforcing my focus on these moments so close to my heart. (Somepony, or something is trying to pull me back to focus on these moments to dear to me.. But; how, and why?)
I permit my memory to linger, for the moment; until I am reaching the kitchen, when I start to focus on the matter at hoof. I am still hungry, I do need to eat (after all.)
Did I choose to permit my thoughts to linger, in order to distract myself from my hunger? And with that, the new thought-pattern is reinforcing itself on what is important in the hear and now. (Strange, but welcome.)
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I sit down, by the table; focusing on the task at hoof, it all looks so delicious to me (right now )
I never enjoyed to eat (solid food) before; but I guess this is largely due to the fact that I was a Changeling, who lives on Love (alone ). Not that I actually did put an effort in enjoying the food, before; but why should I, when I had been told that it serves no purpose, in the first place.
This time, however; I enjoy the sweet taste of what I am eating, while I still sense remnants of the love applied in producing what I am consuming. (It is weird, but encouraging! )
In a sense; the two sets of “taste” is blending in this experience, as I focus on what I have before me.
It is weird, but I can get used to it. In the hopes: it will not fade away over time. (I will still enjoy this, for all it is worth; for as long as I am able, even if it does fade over time.)
I don’t recognize what is before me; but I trust she knows, what she had been preparing (for herself) . (It would not make sense, for her; preparing something: that does not serve as food for her. )
This is still her body, essentially; even if I am following her on the ride, adding my own essence in the hopes of enriching her experience. (I am experiencing her life, as if I had been her; while sharing parts of who I am, and what I am experiencing. )
It is strange to me, experiencing to enjoy a meal; to eat, what Ponies eat every day. (Could I share my experience, of what it is to be a changeling with her; the way she is sharing her experiences with me? )
Of course, the meal comes to an end; she is cleaning up after us, before she is turning her focus back to the book I had offered her. (Even if I had given her the book, in order to distract her at the time! )
While she was reading the book, she had focused solely on the book and nothing else; thus she had stayed calm and collected, while the process was taking its course. (Causing her distress, would not benefit me in the first place; and now I would have shared in her anguish, had I permitted harm to come to her! )
With the kitchen cleaned up, she is turning her focus back to the book; only trotting off to a more comfortable spot, where she can enjoy the book. (Not that I mind.. why should I? )
Finally; she is reaching her favourite reading room; settling down in her most comfortable chair.
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I had just made myself comfortable, leaning in into the comfortable reading-chair; shifting my focus onto the book, I had been proffered. (The book conveniently appears before me, hanging in the air before me as if it had been the most natural thing in the world.)
Since I had made myself comfortable, it is time to dig into the book before me. I am eager to learn its secrets, curious to explore and experience what it has in store for me. (Well, why shouldn’t I?)
It may be a bit strange; with a book without a title (or; if it is just fluid, changing every time I am reading it; but the table of contents makes me confident, in enjoying the book all the same!).
The first chapter is about changelings. (Even if the perspective feels a bit strange to the point of being Alien.)
The second chapter is about Ponies and all their tribes; including numerous tribes I am not familiar with, as well as a few I had never even heard of. (Which; in and of itself is fascinating, to me.) I am learning new things; even if I will have to investigate these items, at a later date. (In order to confirm the validity of the claims, in the hopes they are indeed genuine.)
“So, what is next?” I ponder, as I am exploring the table of contents.
“Ooh.. Ooh..” I exclaim, as my eyes slide over the name of the title.
“Squeak!” I read.
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Squeak
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
Squeak: 10 (Pinkie, is being Pinkie!!)
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A New Day
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“Squeak.. Squeak.. Squeak.. ” is heard, as Pinkie Pie is pronking along the street.
As usual, she is smiling at her friends, as she continues to pronk along; waving a hoof at any and every Pony, offering warm greetings and friendly compliments.
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“This is just Pinkie, being Pinkie!” Twilight ponders, as she is enjoying the book before her.
“Pinkie is being Pinkie?” I ponder in response; “Who, or what else could she possibly be; if she was not Pinkie?” I inquire.
“That is the point; the only way to define Pinkie Pie, is that she is Pinkie Pie..” Twilight responds.
“Now you are just being Twilight..” I respond, in a teasing tone. (The description does not make any sense, what-so-ever; when you use what you describe, as the entire description!!)
“Wait, what?” she responds, sputtering; “You can’t describe me, like that!” she exclaims, in confused annoyance.
“I can’t?” I inquire; “I just did!” I conclude.
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“You see..” Twilight puts forth; “Pinkie Pie defies logic!” she explains.
“How do you mean?” I inquire.
“You did notice, that Pinkie is an Earthpony?” Twilight inquires.
“Yes..” I concede.
“You do know, Earthponies can not fly..” she suggests; “even if they technically speaking does have magic!” she continues.
“I have noticed, how most Earthponies do stay firmly rooted on the ground..” I concede.
“Yet; Pinkie Pie flies more than the average Pegasus in Ponyville..” she puts forth; “how does one explain or reconcile?” she inquires.
“Wait.. she does?” I sputter; “one simply can’t..” I point out; Changeling, Pony or otherwise!” I conclude.
“Exactly..” Twilight declares; “if only this was the end of it!” she now points out.
“It isn’t?” I inquire.
“Levitation is Unicorn magic..” she puts forth; “but does this stop her?” she continues.
“Does it?” I inquire.
“NO!!” Twilight exclaims; “Why should she be bothered by such pesky; teeny tiny little details?” she inquires.
“I take it, she was absent when this was explained?” I inquire; “Since I know you will be pointing out that she does perform levitation!” I suggest.
“Since you already suggested it, you made the point for me; but yes, she is known to levitate frequently!” Twilight points out, snickering like crazy.
“Is there anything, she can’t do?” I inquire; already knowing, I will not like what I am about to learn.
“Anything, she can’t do?” Twilight inquires; “Yes; as a matter of fact, there is..” she puts forth; “Forgetting details!” she concludes.
“Oh – kay..” I respond; “that went sideways, and fast!” I opine.
“If she had not been so thrice damned cheerful and friendly, she would have been very dangerous!” Twilight suggests.
“Well; she is cheerful, and friendly..” I agree; “at least, most of the time!” I conclude.
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“Hiya!” Pinkie exclaims; “I am Pinkie Pie; but call me Pinkie, all my friends do!” she is presenting herself. (Just that most everyone is her friends; but she forgot to mention this detail, as if it had not even been worth mentioning!! )
“Hi, Pinkie..” I respond, too shocked to utter anything more.
“Hi, Pinkie..” Twilight echoes; “but, how nice of you to drop in!” she concludes. (Almost, just almost; as if it had been unexpected, of Pinkie to just drop in! )
“As I said, Shade; Pinkie is just being Pinkie, nothing to worry about!” she concludes.
Pinkie looks straight into my eyes, her eyes wide; winking at me, all the same. (I guess: this is just Pinkie, being Pinkie. )
(When Pinkie is involved; just get used to it, or suffer the consequences!! )
After a moment, or two; she is taking a few steps back, while maintaining eye-contact as if she had still been standing in the same spot. (Only her neck stretching, as if it had been made out of rubber; which I very much doubt, it could possibly have been!! )
She only stops, after she had moved several lengths away from me; acting as if her neck strained, stretching further. (Just as if her neck had indeed been crafted out of Rubber. ) Her movement is even accompanied by the distinct noise of rubber stretching: “Squeak!!”
Only once she stops, I notice how her tail starts to move: rotate, with a characteristic: “thopp, thopp, thopp..”. (Just like the rotor of her helicopter; however she had even managed to get her hooves onto that contraption, in the first place? ) She still maintains the eye-contact, even now.
Suddenly, very suddenly; her neck snaps back to its original length, with a distinct snap.
She remains hovering over the floor, as if it had been nothing. Snickering in amusement.
“As you can see; I am flying, on my own power!” she explains; “But alas, I do fly anything and everything available on a whim..” she puts forth; “just for the fun of it!” she concludes.
“I guess it could be fun, flying!” I respond. (The next instant; I notice how she is changing her shape, into a very different version of herself! )
“Whoa!!” I exclaim; only for Pinkie to snicker hysterically, at my reaction.
Twilight remains more or less unmoved (unfazed ), as if it had been yesterday’s news (noose ), which it just may be (for her ).
Nothing happens, for an entire minute; while Pinkie remains snickering, most of that time.
“Watch this!” Pinkie puts forth, just before her fore-hooves inflates into what could only be taken for human hands. (However she even knew of Humans. {I don’t}) Even if Twilight does. (Does she??)
“Neat!” I respond, incapable of coming up with anything better to say. (As I feel, I had to say something. )
(Well, I did have to.. and it had to be something at least resembling intelligent, too ).
“Exactly!!” she responds, just before the rest of her turns into the same human version of herself. (With the appropriate clothes on, of course! What had you been expecting. )
Now she is reaching up to her hair; pulling out her Party Can(n )on from within the volume of her tightly curled up hair. (The Canon, is Cannon!! )
“Booom!!” is heard, as the Canon goes off, with a loud noise. (While she still is in the air; where she had been for the last few minutes, at the very least. )
She does a full seven shot salute to Improbability, just for the fun of it. (In order to make the point. Well, why not? )
A moment later, once the sound of the last shot has subsided; I can clearly see her poke the air. (How.. Why?? )
I can see the air give way, after a moment; before she is vanishing in into the space resulted by her effort. Without as much as a trace, she has disappeared. (The Can{ n}on had disappeared right along with her!! But, why not? )
“Wait, what?” I inquire; “What was that?” I conclude.
“Just Pinkie, being Pinkie!!” she responds; “and the less you think of it, the better!” she finishes.
“My head hurts!” I respond.
“Just consider yourself lucky; you did not turn into a Ponyta or Rapidash!” she declares. (Whatever these are, I choose not to ask. )
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Once Pinkie Pie had left the room, normalcy returns. (Or, at least; the best approximation, that can fit into the room from which Pinkie had just vanished. )
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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
In Twilight
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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!
