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// Chapter 6 
// Story: Camo the changeling 
// by M Specter 
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Chapter 6

I flew around the city, watching the drones as they decimated the city. Suddenly, I began to ponder if this was really necessary. Perhaps...if things were different...this could have been avoided. However, that thought process was short, as I landed on a cloud not to far away from me and took down my pegasus form, focusing on the plan once more.

From my vantage point in the sky I saw the purple unicorn and the five multi colored ponies I saw when I was talking to Scootaloo before. They were battling a massive amount of changelings on their own.

They were dominating us but reinforcements were on the way. They quickly retreated to a nearby castle but when they opened the door. Another swarm of changelings were already there waiting to capture them. They were quickly escorted back to the wedding hall where my queen was waiting for their arrival.

As I sat on my cloud one of the seven generals came up to me. “Is there a reason that you're slacking off during the most critical point of the invasion?” 

“I'm not slacking off, before the invasion I was distracting some interference with the plan and managed to get damaged in the process. I'm just taking a break from the action is all.”

He skeptically gazed at me for a couple minutes before he finally left with a shrug. I got off the cloud and floated down to the ground. I decided to see what would happen to the six ponies who just recently got captured. We entered the room where our queen was and once we got there she said to go out and feed. 

Hearing her say that reminded me of my rapidly growing hunger and my rapidly depleting strength. I quickly sauntered out of there and followed the crowd of drones leading to the prisoners. While overlooking the prisoners most looked depleted of their love, almost bone dry even.

The way you can tell that a pony or any other species are depleted of their love is when there color of fur, scales, mane, etc starts turning into a grayish version of their original color. 

The ones that stood out the most were the three fillies tied together. Getting closer, I realized that they were Scootaloo, Apple bloom, and Sweetie Belle. 

They were the only ones left that haven’t been depleted of their love yet. Realizing that, I began to drain their love from them. 

Soon the sounds of their struggling quickly died down. When I finished their love, they appeared to have fallen into a stupor. 

I don't know what happened, but at that point, I started to feel melancholy and began to regret my actions. ‘No!’ I mentally screamed. ‘Stop acting weak, I’m better then this.’ Before I could continue, a powerful pink barrier slammed into me. I was shot so far, Canterlot looked like a diminutive speck seconds after the contact.

I descended to the floor at a rapid pace. I quickly cloaked myself in green flames in an attempt decrease the amount of damage I would have to endure when I would eventually contact the floor. 

Subsequently, I slammed into the ground with a booming sound. I tried to get back up but to no avail. My vision quickly became dark and hazy. The last thing I saw was someone approaching me.

“Chr...y...sal...is...” With that, I fell unconscious.

Editor: DarkShockBro