"Have a nice day!" the pony behind the counter said as the changeling carried a bag of groceries out of the store.
The cool air of the morning graced the changeling. The cheerful town of Ponyville had ponies being cheerful, all smiling and enjoying the day as they walked, talked, ate, drank, or did other kinds of activities like engaging in some sports or reading some books.
But, the changeling didn't mind.
He flew off, carrying the bag of groceries.
He flew right above the roofs of the cottages. He alighted on one of the hay roof and surveyed the area in front of him. He looked and focused on an open window. Then, he flew his way to the open window and quietly landed on the floor.
The bedroom was a decent one—it had a few carpets, there were bookshelves here and there, there was a light on the ceiling, and the bed was a simple bed—a blanket and a pillow on the mattress.
"Smells very good here," the changeling said. "Of coures, it might contain something magical that might cloud your judgment—this is Ponyville! Who knows what could be hiding here? It's good that I, Solver, am here to continue my search for what's true and what's false, the truth to be separated from the lies!"
He rushed towards the only table there—a wooden desk with a table lamp.
He dropped his groceries there. He took out a few apples and a few pieces of bread. Then, he took out a stack of papers and a few pencils, and he spread them out on the table, pushing aside the food. "There! The pony who lives here—whatever his name is—is not going to be back here for a few hours. That's why it's always good to research, to see whether the enemies are out for work or not! They'll always blame me—I won't be blamed!" He slammed a hoof on the desk. "I will not be blamed!" He slammed it again. "No more blaming me in that terrible game they call 'the blame game'!" He slammed the desk again. "No more of this blaming!" He slammed it again.
He was gasping for air as he looked at the papers before him. The hoofwriting looked good and the paragraphs were long and detailed. "Soon, all Equestria will see what kind of leadership it truly has! The truth is right in front of them—but, why do they not see the truth, why do they not see the obvious?!"
He took the stack of papers and held it up in the air. "I hope they'll never detect me!"
He looked at the door. "Well, nopony is supposed to be here." He looked back at his stack of papers. "Anyway, soon, many changelings will depart from the idea that Equestria—its Princesses—was after their good. Oh, it's not! It isn't! They will see that it's bad! Really bad! Evil! I declare that it's all terrible!"
"What's the problem?" Princess Twilight Sparkle asked the trembling stallion inside one of the grand and royal hallways of the castle.
"There seems to be some crazy changeling inside Bon Bon's house!" the stallion replied in a shaky tone. "He was talking about how b-bad Equestria is and other kinds of crazy conspiracies he must've thought of! I don't remember Bon Bon or Lyra letting a changeling sleep in their house for the night, so that changeling is a little suspicious!"
"A little suspicious?" Twilight asked. "Don't you think it should be 'very suspicious'?"
"Please, Princess!" the stallion pleaded. "I might get bad dreams because of him!"
"And, why didn't you decide to at least ask that changeling to be quiet?" Twilight asked, having a stern face on her.
"I haven't met that many changelings, yet," the stallion answered, his voice still shaky. "What if they have some secret strength that I don't know of?"
"Their strength is like that of a normal pony's," Twilight said. Then, she sighed. "But, if you want me to take care of the changeling, I'll go there."
He flew off, not having a smile on her face. Rather, she was bothered.
"Thanks, Princess!" the stallion yelled, waving at her while she opening the large doors to the outside with her magic. "I promise you that I will never forget what you did!"
"It's not that important!" Twilight blurted out.
"I will never be placed into custody," Solver whispered to himself as he flipped through the pages. "They will never get to me." He glanced at the bookshelves. "Why didn't I think of that before? Of course, more fantasies from the novel writer, and more lies from the supposedly non-fiction books that may be there! Let's see!"
He hovered off to the bookshelves. "Interesting—this pony decided to organize the books in a good way! On one side are the fiction books, on the other are the non-fiction books. What lies!" He took out a book from the non-fiction side and opened it up. "'Right after the banishment of Princess Luna who had become Nightmare Moon, Princess Celestia often felt regret for what she did. Princess Celestia would often not finish the royal meetings of the day for the first few years after due to her heavy heart over her action against her own sister.'" He closed the book and he smiled. "Or, is it true that she felt regret? No, I'll go one step further!" He forcibly placed the book back. "Was Princess Luna really banished to the moon back then? Hm? Everypony that it was just a legend, an old pony's tale, until, apparently, Princess Luna came back here! Why should I believe the eyewitnesses?"
The changeling stepped towards the desk. "It might just be Nightmare Moon—we only think she's Princess Luna, but, no, she hasn't come back! It's still Nightmare Moon, only in disguise! You ponies don't know, you ponies don't know!"
The door opened and Princess Twilight Sparkle was there.
Solver looked at the Princess.
He gasped and jumped back.
"Can you please stop disturbing other ponies?" Twilight said. "I already have lots of work for the day, a lot of royal duties to attend to, I even have to meet with Thorax later this afternoon! So, if you just stay quiet, we can all have a good day, and I can get on with my now-interrupted schedule."
"Y-you're...Princess Twilight Sparkle!"
"Like I don't know my own name." She glanced at the desk. Her bothered face disappeared. "Wait, were you really talking about conspiracies? About Equestria being bad?"
Solver had resolve on his face. His fearful face became fierce. He smiled. "You can take away our rights as changelings, Princess, but you can never take away the desire for freedom, the desire for equality, Princess!"
Twilight looked scared. "Oh, no! He was right!"
Her horn glowed.
The changeling lunged at her.
Solver stopped.
He looked around him.
A pink magic glow was around him.
Solver struggled to get free. "I knew it, Twilight! You imprison changelings, knowing that they're the only ones to stop you from ruling over us with evil intentions!"
"One, I don't imprison changelings—you can leave that to the guards or the police, depending on where you live. Two, we only imprison changelings if they commit crimes—like, I don't know, trying to attack a Princess? I really don't want to harm you any further by bringing you to the guards here, but you seemed like you would be happy to attack Princess Celestia and Princess Luna anyway."
"I am not paranoid, Twilight!" Solver yelled at her. "All my actions are justified! You just don't see the bigger picture—I mean, everypony else and every changeling I've ever met don't see the bigger picture! I am here to show them the truth!"
"Really?" Twilight expressed.
"You may lighten the punishment you've given me, Twilight," Solver shouted, "but you will never be forgotten by me as a pony who keeps up a good image but, inside, has evil plans to rule over us—poor, innocent changelings!"
The guards restrained him as they walked away with him.
Twilight looked on.
She was standing on an almost empty street. The cottages beside her were quiet save for a few noises here and there.
Cheerilee walked to her. "What happened?"
"A crazy changeling."