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// 21-5-11 
// Story: A Series of Letters 
// by Dashie04 
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To, my wife, Crystal Gem.

That Changeling thing is absolutely awesome. I’m flattered that you’d research an enemy entity just for me. But seriously, Changelings are very interesting. I don’t even need to see their queen to understand that.

Speaking of which, got the money. I had some, but it was a nice gesture anyways. I had very little, so if i want to go to that Hayburger again, I will be using the money you’ve sent me.

So, we’ve executed our second Changeling raid! It was much more successful this time. Our architectural structure guys carefully examined the hive layout, and drew up a line of best fit. Finally, our crew decided to paint ourselves in black, or rather, magic invisibility cloaks courtesy of some very tired unicorns in the tent next to me. 

Come to think of it, why didn’t we use invisibility cloaks in the first place. I mean, the unicorns were absolutely spent, probably have some hefty magical burnout, but it did work. The generals didn’t like it because of that. Which, is actually probably why we haven’t used them.

So, me and a few squadron members meticulously stalked our way through the Changeling hive. It was...

A world
A world of pure illusion.

Just some Princess there. But anyways, They got some high-ranking and respected soldiers, to stalk the hive, me included. I’m surprised they didn’t notice how tired I was. Vanhoover is actually pretty far from the hive. 

So, we stuck to the line of best fit as well as we could. The cloaks covered us up completely, whatever spell it was, it was a good one. I’ll ask about it when I return to the unicorns.

So, they have several levels of Changeling soldiers, the soldiers grew gradually more elite as we got closer to Chrysalis’ throne room. Once we got there, I stayed back and took in the scenery. It was beautiful in a weird way. Some other soldiers went up and gathered some info. We now know how to attack them. However, the attack is being worked on, and isn’t expected for another couple weeks.

We didn’t learn about the history of Changelings, or if they have social structures or whatnot, so I expect you and Jack to fill in those uncertainties. Please do, I’ve only grown more interested in learning more after that infiltration.

In other words, the infiltration was awesome.

I’ll try not to have too much fun here. It’s true, I miss you guys, I really want to be home. However, duty calls. I want to attack some Changelings, but I’d rather find some way to reform them for further study. That shouldn’t be impossible, just very difficult.

So yeah, waiting to come back home. I have another song, but I’ll restrict it to one song per letter. If anypony’s interested, it’s Way Back Home.

So, onto the questions about life! I’m so glad they’re sending my paycheck to you. I don’t need it out here, all (awful) meals are already provided. So are all dwellings, and weapons. However, I don’t think the generals trust us with weapons yet, because we haven’t gotten any in case of self-defense.

So, again, I can’t speak for the children. I enjoy hearing about them near-weekly. Chrissy, I promise to never let Sparky go BASE jumping unsupervised. That’s also a weird thing to say, but I suppose it’s probably the best thing you could think of in the limited time you wrote this. Also, check what Sparky knows, I think she knows more than she lets on.

As for Jack. Hope your Changeling research goes as well as it can. Again, I’d love to reform them, but I think that’s far beyond my scope of work. It should be somebody else’s problem, if only there was one Changeling who could speak up. However, whoever they are, they’re probably far gone.

No amusing stories this week. Most of it was mainly spent planning for the infiltration, didn’t talk much about other things. This army division is the most laser-focused one I’ve ever been in, I swear. Not even a joke was cracked. I was too intimidated to crack one myself.

Now, there’s some big things I need to address.

Sorry, Chrissy, for making you mad. Yes, I do call you Chrissy in public, but you don’t call me Corny because that’s super weird. Chrissy, on the other hand sounds very cool. It sounds like your name is more intimidating than it is. Nopony listens to a ‘Crystal Gem’, but I think ‘Chrissy’ sounds much cooler.

Now, about your health. I’m doing fine and I’m expecting to stay that way. However, I didn’t mean to come off as flippant. I didn’t mean to sound like I was throwing all concerns to the wind. It’s true, I like talking about myself, but I hate making you mad. Most pf this is good-natured ribbing. However, this is a little more. It was more meant for a topic of reassurance. I just wanted you to feel better. I mean, we’re only in our what, early 40’s (you are, I’m late 30’s)? That’s rather early to be concerned about such serious concerns as a brain tumor. However, I can totally see where you’re coming from. 

Now, know, that if you were to die tomorrow, I would be torn up. I wouldn’t want to make you very mad because you think that I don’t care about your life. That’d be incorrect. I much care for you, and your life. 

Therefore, it wasn’t my intent to be flippant, but it could come off that way. So, I apologize.

So, I see you have taken up my offer of fun. I will make a mental note pf that for when I return.

So, here’s to a successful Changeling attack that I’ll hopefully get back to you with in a couple weeks. Love you, and sorry for anything that may have come off as rude.

With all love and affection;

Corny.





PS: 
The Sunbucks was closed, but the Hayburger was fine. Know any sit-down restaurants in Vanhoover though?