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// Mistaken 
// Story: Ever changing heart 
// by HarmoniaTheConfuzzled 
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	"There is no WAY you can make me SLEEP in the same room with that THING!" 

Sally was currently yelling at Bon Bon while Andy the changeling sat to the side and poked at the ground with his corroded hoof. Every now and then he would glance up, sigh and look back down. He could feel Sally's anger, and fear. She was both terrified, and furious. But Andy could understand, sleeping with a monster had a tendency to create these emotions. 

The argument had ended as soon as it had begun and Bon Bon retreated to her room for the night leaving Sally in the hallway with Andy to sort things out. "Okay. I will agree to this on one condition", she glared over at Andy, throwing out anger to try to block out her sense of fear, "You will not under ANY circumstance, come within a pony-length of me. If I DO happen to catch you near me, I will kick your sorry behind all the way to FILLIDOLPHIA!!!" Her statement left Andy nodding solemnly, none of this was a surprise to him. Sally walked into the room and hopped up onto the bed, leaving Andy to slowly walk in after her and settle down on the far side of the room. 

He closed his eyes, but something kept him awake. Andy lifted his head to find Sally staring at him, her amber eyes calmly locked with his for a second before she turned away and rolled over, once again leaving Andy to himself.







They were back. The swirling black cloud of insect ponies descended down upon Sally once again in a rush of terror. Behind her she heard familiar voices and spun around to find her parents standing behind her, the blackened grass swaying around their hooves. "Come here my Sweet one. Do not be afraid", Sally started to run towards them as the horde of terror closed in on her. Gasping as she galloped head on towards her mother and father. Her lungs burned and her legs ached as she ran on. Then suddenly as Sally looked up at her loving parents, they became dead-looking husks that just barely resembled their former selves. She screamed as they slowly walked closer and turned around to find the swarm still in pursuit. Their hundreds of buzzing wings rising to a deafening roar while the corpses of her parents stepped closer and closer, muttering comforting phrases that just made their appearance even more terrifying. Sally shut her eyes and screamed, waiting for the end to come. 

Then everything stopped.

All sound just stopped. The chanting from her dead parents and the roar of insect wings, stopped. Sally opened her eyes to find that the nightmare had vanished, leaving no trace of the horror that had occurred. Curiously she stood and looked around, taking in the scene before her. She stood in a green field, the long grass coming up to her knees. 

"Hey, Sal! C'mon don't be such a silly filly, it'll be fun!"

Sally whirled around to see a stallion, well, she thought it was a stallion. Its voice sounded deep and filled her with a warm feeling, while he stood tall a little ways away, but his face was unclear. Be that as it may, she knew he was smiling, and it made her feel happier than she had ever felt before. His muscles rippled under his caramel colored coat as he trotted up to her. "Hey Sal! Race Ya!"

As soon as he said it he bounded off and Sally, not knowing what else to do, decided to just go along with it. She smiled, "Wait for me!", and chased the brown stallion around the hills. Racing around with the stallion warmed Sally's heart. She had never felt like this before, even with her parents. Sometime later the stallion stopped and Sally barreled into him, they both fell to the ground, laughing. The chestnut colt suddenly stopped. They were laying in the grass, so close that they would bump noses if they were any closer. The stallion sneezed and Sally giggled, closing her eyes and putting a hoof to her face.

Then it happened. Sally looked up and for the first time she saw the stallion clearly. He had bright green eyes and a black mane, a smile graced his lips. Those eyes captivated Sally, she couldn't look away and was only mildly aware that she was leaning forward until their lips met. Sally's eyes flew open as contact was made, only to close again as the stallion continued to kiss her. Finally he pulled back, a sad look in his eyes, "Please. Please don't be angry". This was confusing, but before Sally had the chance to ask him what he meant the world swirled away.







Sally woke up the next morning with the stallion's last words in her head. Don't be angry? what's that supposed to mean? She rolled over and noticed something blocking out the light from the window. Then, as her eyes focused, she bit back the scream building in her head. The changeling was sitting next to the bed facing her, his curved horn glowed green. Frozen with fear, she stared as the glow faded and the changeling drowsily opened his eyes. Suddenly he was knocked to the floor as Sally levitated a book from the shelf next to her and threw it into his face. "I-I NEW that you would do it!", a fit of terrified rage once again consumed her, "I should NEVER have trusted you!"

"No! Wait! Sto-", was all the changeling managed to get out as he was beaten relentlessly with basically anything that was within Sally's magic range. Then a loud crack sounded throughout the small room and the levitating objects came to a stop. Wide-eyed and breathing heavily, Sally stumbled from the bed to find a large crack in the changeling's side, running the length of his body. A puddle of blue-green blood slowly seeping out of the hole in his chitin skin. "gasp*! I-I was cough* cough* o-only tr-trying to h-help", his breathing came slow and ragged, "I b-begged you not to be cough* gasp* ang-angry. But you didn't liste...", the harsh breathing became softer and Sally stared at the changeling, unable to move. "Oh, I-I-I- BON BON!"