Harlequin stood against the bugs most broken by the invasion. Even in total darkness, she could feel them coming, clawing their way up through cracks in the rock, shoving aside rubble and piles of the dead. It was probably a mercy that she couldn’t see them. Their shells would’ve gone white by now, their eyes sightless, and their limbs half-transformed into terrible weapons.
She imagined what they looked like as they closed in around something that wasn’t strong like themselves, wings spread. She could take off now, fly up towards the opening in the ceiling—and have Hydrus blast her into powder. She needed something else.
“I don’t require the king’s services further, Harlequin. He is an ungrateful servant. You, though… you will rule well.”
Further. That word rubbed against her brain, like that uneasy feeling when you ran your hoof up a pony’s coat against the grain and they weren’t expecting it. Hydrus had known the speaker, had even had a name for her. The Unturning.
Somehow, this seemed more important to her than the claws tearing up the stone to reach her. Bugs swarmed in from all around, and she could hear their duels as they fought over the richest food they’d found in a long time. But she didn’t run—their senses were better, and they knew the cave. She lit her horn, fishing around for anything she could use.
There were pony supplies here, torn haphazardly open. She removed several tent-poles from the stack, spreading them around her. They were the closest to weapons she had. Lighting her horn made her even more of a target, but she didn’t care. She didn’t have enough magic left to win this fight.
“Did Hydrus work for you?” she asked, horrified. “The things he did…”
“Work is a concept of only one perspective. Hydrus served my ends for a time, this is true. But now he has failed, and must be removed.”
“Was burning those bugs his idea, or yours?”
The Unturning didn’t answer. In that way, it was probably the worst thing she could’ve said.
Bugs squealed as they approached her, roaring their claim of this territory. She knew full well what would be waiting for her when they arrived. These insects had fallen so far that they weren’t capable of demanding she give up her magic. They’d kill her and eat her, even though her death would waste much of what she had.
“Your thread is waiting for you, Harlequin,” said the voice. “Your place in the story. I don’t promise to always be kind, I don’t promise that changelings will always prosper. But if you take this path, you can join the ponies. Never need to feed on them again.”
Harlequin saw herself, with a shell of soft blues and greens, and wings that shimmered and sparkled in the air. Thousands of bugs just like her, never hungering again. They would eat like ponies did, they could build their own cities. They could start again.
“What about all these?” she asked, gesturing around the cavern. Half a dozen desiccated corpses had fallen here, their shells slowly collapsing inward as they rotted. Eyes that were almost white watched her from the room, fangs exposed and dripping.
The predators of this prison didn’t go for her throat, not yet.
“The Canterlot water grid drains its emergency cisterns through these caverns. Over many months of failed inspection, the central tank is about to fail. It will wash them all away. We will sever all ties with the ancient changelings, leave you to start anew. You will take your place in the story.”
Hundreds would die. Monsters and predators, drones that hadn’t even had names the first time. Pharynx said that once a bug matured, they couldn’t be brought back. But these never had names. There might still be a way to help them.
A single golden thread seemed to hang in front of her, shimmering in the gloom. “Take your place in the story, Harlequin. Accept fate. You don’t care about the squabbles of ancient ponies long dead. Take it, and kneel.”
She could have a lifetime of never needing to feed on another pony again. She could be queen of bugs with their own stories. Or slave to somepony else’s.
What was everything she’d done so far, if not her story? She’d stood before the princess, she’d escaped the prison, she’d made a place for her among the nameless.
“Reject my offer, and I will abandon you,” the Unturning said. “You are surrounded by ravenous predators. My power confounds them, but when I withdraw it, you will be devoured. I will give great gifts to welcome your people back into my story, Harlequin. Bend your knees.”
All she had to do was submit to a being whose influence made creatures do horrible things. The one who wanted her to leave Irongate to die, because of what his name would’ve been as the martyr in her story.
“No.” Harlequin balanced the length of wood carefully on her back, preparing to use it. There was a good chance her refusal would get her eaten alive. “I won’t bow to someone who kills like you. We’re better than that.”
“You’re nothing,” the Unturning said, her voice bitter and furious. “Many-times child of creatures who thought they could defy a god. Now you’re insects. I don’t need you. My vision is everywhere, and my focus is unbroken. You will die unmoored and unremembered, when another creature takes your place.”
“Maybe,” Harlequin said. “But I’ll die free.”
The voice faded from around her, thread of magic before her eyes instantly withdrawn. A future of health without feeding on emotions vanished, maybe forever.
Not that it would matter to her. The Unturning was not lying about the forces she kept contained. Now they were unleashed, a mob that descended on her from all directions with teeth bared to consume her.
She dropped the staff. Even if she could fight a few, there were just too many. It wouldn’t save her.
“I know the hunger you feel,” she said, glamour on her tongue. “I know what it’s like to be abandoned.”
They closed in around her, a crowd of misshapen changeling forms that packed into the cavern. Each one had transformed in horrible ways, growing additional limbs that tore painfully at their shells, or half melting into copies of other creatures, or just growing teeth along their whole bodies that oozed their own blood.
But there was more than hunger here. In these creatures stripped of everything, bugs who had never even known a name… maybe she could find a thread of something familiar. She didn’t need it given to her.
They circled around her, salivating—yet they didn’t attack. Almost like… There’s a mind here. Here in the dark, their bodies had fed on every scrap of magic. Including the spells cast on them. The ancient Swarm was gone, its collective destroyed.
They’d made their own. All these monsters together, hunting and fighting and devouring the animals of the caves.
“You’re hungry,” she said again, straining against the pony magic that had taken her own links away. But while she could feel this new mind just within reach, she couldn’t touch it. Princess Cadence had destroyed her, and she would not survive what these ponies had endured.
She would have to hope that, together, they could understand. “You need a queen,” she said. “You’ve been starving in the dark all this time. Let me give you what you remember.”
She picked one bug at random, holding it down with her magic. The swarm reacted with squeals of hostility and anger, but too slow. She latched onto it, and shared a little glamour.
The bug was so shriveled and starving it could take almost none, far less than she gave to the drones of Hydrus’s hive.
But it reacted all the same. Strange wings covered in fangs began to shrink away, leaving a dazed drone much smaller than she was, with less wildness in its eyes than simple confusion.
The bugs pressed in around her, and the glow of her horn was smothered. But they didn’t tear at her with their strangely mutated limbs. In feeding one, she’d fed them all. They squeaked and moaned pitifully, with instinct as old as the changelings themselves.
Harlequin fed them. She didn’t have a wealth of magic anymore, but they couldn’t eat much anyway. She didn’t feed them because of fear, but because it was the right thing to do. She would’ve named them too, if there was time. But a plan was forming in her head that couldn’t wait for getting to know these bugs.
“We can end this,” she said, even though they would barely understand. “The one who wants to treat all of us this way, to use us and forget us, he’s up there. We can kill him, and escape.”
Some part of her wondered deep down if that meant that she was no better than any of the others she was fighting. These bugs shouldn’t have to fight, and she was asking them to, knowing they would obey. Maybe she was just like Hydrus.
But she didn’t care. That bug was a murderer, and if she didn’t do something about him, he would escape. The bugs around her might not understand her words—maybe they would one day, or maybe they never would—but they understood her rage, and they could feel where it was directed. That was good enough.
They took off, a hundred buzzing wings all lifting in unison, just as the Swarm had done while it fought. Harlequin followed behind, taking a stick with her. She couldn’t share the combat skills the Swarm had given her all those months ago, but maybe she didn’t have to.
She could see the outlines move as Hydrus and his guards turned to flee. One of them shoved the cover down over the entrance—but it was no good. They’d already broken all the locks to get it open in the first place. The wave of bugs ahead of her shoved through it, bending metal back with unified pressure and surging forward down the hall like a living wave.
Harlequin couldn’t speak to them—but she could feel what they felt. Nameless bugs, desperate for something to blame for their lives of misery. She’d just given them something.
Flames scorched the hall as spells blasted around her. The swarm reeled as some of them died, voices vanishing. Harlequin landed in the opening, following close behind. One of the guards went down, a dozen bugs tearing him apart in a spray of green and blue slime. Harlequin picked up his spear and kept going through the carnage.
More blood, more screams, blasts of magic that shattered the stone around her. She whimpered as the pain of loss hit her, but didn’t turn around. She couldn’t be part of the swarm in mind, but she could fight beside them in body.
She watched Hydrus go down under the torrent of bodies, then vanish in a flash of light. His teleport was clumsy, taking several of his attackers with him and shattering the bodies of others. Harlequin took to the air with those who remained, guiding their rage. Queen Chrysalis was the pony who really deserved their anger. Without her, they’d still be home, growing up properly instead of fighting as children.
But Hydrus wanted to perpetuate that into the future. Maybe he could be their last battle.
Harlequin summoned a shield ahead of her, protecting the bugs flying beside her as she joined their formation. Hydrus was bleeding now, unable to take off, maybe unable to teleport. He was burning magic in a panic too, using attacks powerful enough to turn bugs into bloody smears instead of just killing them.
He was never a fighter, Harlequin realized. Hydrus wasn’t a soldier like us, he was too good for that. He doesn’t know how to fight.
Finally she reached him. Her shield shattered with another spell, but they kept going. She roared, dodging under another attack and stabbing her spear through Hydrus with all the strength she had.
Her new friends did the rest.
Well damn. All hail Queen Harlequin.
What a tetchy author. Doesn't she know the best stories are the ones where the characters surprise you?
For example, turning the Bond-grade elaborate deathtrap against its builder. This will make for quite the plot twist. It might even get the Unturning to swallow her pride. Especially if Harlequin makes such successful swarm strats a trend...
What wil our new Queen do, now she has a ravenous swarm at her command? Will she succumb to the old ways of violence, or pave the way forward to ally herself with the ponies?
I, for one, cannot wait to find out.
And the Unturning's foolishness is exposed nearly instantly.
The Unturning will not have the swarm this day. They make their own fate.
The queen has arisen!...but she shared her love! I wonder why she didn’t transform into the new-ling type?
She was never the most noble or "good" changeling. But she cares about her bugs. And she's right about one thing. She IS a part of her own story, despite what the Unturning thinks or says.
Good luck, Harley.
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The Storyteller/Unturning reminds me to the Elder God from the Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver saga: Initially a savior and benevolent patron for the hero, guiding him into restoring a broken, vampire infested world. Through the story it becomes increasingly malicious, until it reveals itself as a selfish parasite feeding upon dead souls' karma under the pretense of "preserving the Wheel of Life, Death and Rebirth".
I wonder if Celestia and Luna became alicorns by taking its offer offer long ago.
We're the swarm, and we're hungry.
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Because she didn't take the Unturning's offer.
Yeah, that's pretty damning.
Now that's not a very good ending. Let's do something else.
I'm surprised that Harlequin had enough love in reserve to feed all of these broken bugs.
Good riddance to Hydrus, but I can't imagine what the guard and Celestia are thinking at this point. Everyone involved needs to be very careful with their next actions or that unwanted future of violence is going to begin immediately regardless.
Genius Hydrus... You locked the hero in a room with some scraps, what did you think was going to happen?
Mmkay, that just tells me you still had uses for Hydrus at some point during all of this, which suggests you were onboard with some of the actions he took, even if only because it fit well with your greater scheme, whatever that is. And that raises red flags of the especially bad sort.
Don't you just hate it when your pawns start questioning your actions, instead of just blindly doing what they're told?
Okay...gotta admit, that is a pretty tempting upside...
...and then there's that pretty nasty downside. That's what keeps bugging me about this "Unturned" gal. Even if her intentions mean well, she's too quick to write off changelings as lost causes just because they didn't immediately kowtow to her commands, and that's just not true. If changelings like Harlequin can change, I have to believe the others can too, especially as some of them literally do not (yet) know better, and never will unless someone takes the time to actually teach them.
Further worrying is the implication that this Unturned gal has been planning this for awhile, and been manipulating more than just the changelings so to have her way--the ponies likely have been serving as unknowing pawns too. If so, that likely explains how the changelings went so long in such horrific living conditions after the invasion without the ponies noticing for as long as this. The Unturned saw to it. Hmm. That'd mean Blueblood's likely one of her unknowing pawns in all of this too...just how far does this go?
Well, either way...the die is now cast.
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Oh no, I have the feeling that even if Harlequin is successful in proving the Unturned absolutely wrong, she's not going to let Harley get away with it. Just like Hydrus, what the Unturned truly wants is the power over others...and she doesn't care how many have to fall before she gets it.
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This Unturning-Harlequin interaction does remind me a little of The Stanley Parable, now that I think about it...
"Let's begin again."
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Unturning: "Dammit! I knew I should have picked up Thorax."
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Harlequin only feed them the regular "share the love" way, by making mouth goop and force feeding it to one of them. And because of their hive mind, it subdued all of them. She didn't actually love them directly.
.....holy shit
Well, that's the jerk down... Now time to wander what will happen to Harlequin now since I am not sure how the proper security will react to this volcano action.
Speaking of what will happen I wonder whenever Blueblood will be the next on the skewer or will he just get a slap on the hoof... Or will the story pull The house of Flying Daggers to stay within cannon but having crawled do many mountains that would be a huge bummer...
Rebel little Bugs! Push back the oppressors! For Hugzies!!!!
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks"
And news flash lady, some insects are dangerous if messed with.
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Personally i find this 'Unturning' reminds me a great deal of 'Being X' from Youjo Senki. A callous, arrogant, dictatorial manipulator, who seems to gleefully instigate and intensify wars and atrocities; all to force others to give her what she wants.
In the words of John Milton from Devil's Advocate: "Worship that? Never."
One wonders, has Celestia accepted her place in the story, and has Luna?
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If I recall, back when Harlequin and Codex were stuck in the caves together, Codex spoke of the origin of the changelings.
So this mysterious alicorn is the Unturning, without a doubt. No doubt she's bad news.
This also means that all the ponies who weren't transformed must have received her gifts, so they're probably all under her influence somehow, and if she can talk to Harlequin, that might mean she can talk to Celestia and Luna. She probably already has; that means that she might tell Celestia to kill Harlequin, and knowing Celestia, she would probably do it.
We're not in the clear yet.
Hmm. And so, Starscribe reveals the random twist villain halfway through the story yet again, killing the old villain. This is a bit of a pattern, and getting rather irritably predictable.
Now, it depends mostly on whether it becomes ridiculously convoluted like certain other ones.
Another queen rises, but I wonder what challenges would come up now that Hydrus is dying
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Waaaait a second. Hydrus called her “the Unturning.” As in, she is a thing that does not turn. That story Codex tells is all about how a third group of ponies wouldn’t turn to the Alicorn. We’ve assumed this means the changelings, but...are we completely confident that the third group of ponies became the changelings, and not the Unturning? The Unturning, after all, does rather heavily depend upon others to do her work for her. Their “kindness”, if you will.
Shal'kek nem'ron!
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Dal shakka mel.
Jaffa greeting using Guauld phrase isn't very fitting in this case.
Honestly glad Hydrus got what was coming; though it truly begs how much of it was the Unturning and how much of it was Hydrus, considering the plan of burning the prison down..
Still, question if Harlequin meant escape as in the end of Hydrus as a ruler, or that and leaving Canterlot. Either way I'm heavily intrigued.
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All ponykind did. That's from Cutie Marks come from. Strings from the ultimate puppeter.
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Well, if that is really dark if true. I did not even think it that far. But as i recall those marks were present in the dream valley, so they might precede that.
Some ancient and powerful being with awful wisdom and diplomacy. And a competwnt villian that somehow got his IQ reduced in final confrontation.
Well....
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