TThe Halfling
MLP: FiM
Dark
Drama
On a clear night, a certain changeling mother makes her way while under hot pursuit to the newly built Temple of the Sun in the Crystal Empire. Her kingdom is shattered, her loyal followers are few and scattered. What does she want?
Alt. Universe
OC
Cadance
Shining Armor
Chrysalis
Changelings
Scarheart · 135k words · 533 31 · 7.8k views

Who wants a chapter teaser? · 7:15pm May 17th, 2017

A changeling darted up to the queen, chittering. “Report,” Chrysanthemum commanded.
“The beast shrugs off our attacks,” the changeling said. “General Silent Wing is going to try and bring it down with body strikes.”
“Why aren’t you using your Hive Mind?” Cadence asked.
The queen sighed and glared at the Alicorn. “Because that Windigo seems to be able to disrupt our thoughts beyond our minds. We’ve been struggling with it and had to resort to messengers.” She smirked. “There! Open honesty right there! A foundation for a mutual agreement for our nations to not strangle each other to death! Now, will you please shut up while I get an idea as to what my soldiers have in mind?”
Cadence huffed and narrowed her eyes. “Do go on.”
“Thank you. Now, what were you saying, Thorax?”
The changeling nodded and blinked. “We’ve managed to evacuate the city block and assist the locals as best we can. The Broodmothers have been very helpful and many of the ponies are showing enough spine to keep the panicking to a minimum.” His eyes shifted from side to side. “The competence of the guard is better than our initial reports. They can’t detect us, but they are well organized and motivated. They’ve been around changelings long enough to be comfortable working alongside them. The general has been working with the guard captain.”
“I will not have bigots leading my military,” Cadence huffed. “I have changelings in my ranks, in case you were wondering.”
“Well aware of that,” Chrysanthemum told her. She assessed the Windigo again, curling a lip and licking a fang. It was whirling after a small group of changelings buzzing over its withers and firing in rapid succession at it. “Those are your troops right there. Very brave.”
They split apart as the Windigo breathed upon them. Two didn’t make it.

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