I'm sorry. I haven't considered finishing this story in years. I don't think I ever will.

I was at the Siege of Canterlot. I participated in the horrid crimes my kin committed against ponies, not because I wanted to, but because I was ordered to by my Queen. And a Changeling Soldier has only two options when he receives a direct order: Follow them, or leave.

To follow is to become an abomination and give up your free will.

To leave is to face certain, solitary death, whether at the hands of the elements or at the hooves of those who despise you on sight.

Before you attack me, ask yourself what you would do differently, were you in my hooves. Then ask if you would gladly relinquish your life in repentance for your monstrous sins.

No?

I didn't think so.
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Rated "M" for later chapters.