//------------------------------// // 3-7-11 // Story: A Series of Letters // by Dashie04 //------------------------------// To, my wife, Crystal “Chrissy” Gem; Dang, this letter got here fast. The poor mailpony is going to be perpetually ragged, especially since I’m going to request the same thing. I really want to see you healthy Chrissy, but this is going to take a good long while. The Changelings launched a counter strike, and since my team doesn’t believe Changelings are intelligent lifeforms, we weren’t prepared. I followed all my orders and didn’t try any funny business. Since we weren’t prepared in the slightest, the Changelings managed to capture a bit more of their hive. We did manage to hold them off so they didn’t get to the camp, however, even our Magical Energy Weapons weren’t enough to prevent us from suffering several deaths. More ponies died than Changelings that fight, and now we’re picking up reinforcements. Essentially, we’ve declared war. Despite me saving a Changeling, they think I’m an even bigger threat for that. Apparently, the Changelings have a lot of propaganda, it claims that ponies are terrible and the only good place to live and be safe is in the hive, or so Slate has said. Apparently, it’s incredibly heretical if you allow yourself to be captured in any way, shape, or form, and much worse if you’re captured by ponies. I honestly just think it’s Chrysalis trying to keep all the Changelings as upright citizens. Blinded by fear of the outside and what could happen over what will. Regardless, it’s incredibly devious and I don’t like it. So, aside from the Changeling surprise attack, this week has been uneventful. Just some (friendly!) bonding with Lance and Slate. Some cards, some chats over food. No, I haven’t been taking them with me at night, but rather bringing something back for them. It’s our little secret, and I know for a fact that Slate is good at keeping secrets. Like how the heck that bug go so good at Poker! Speaking of Slate, the poor thing is absolutely distraught. He’s broken over why fights must happen between two factions who can get along if they only put aside their differences and see each other as more than just speciesist, bigoting, enemies. I think we’e getting to him. His wings have turned into a weird see-through color. I don’t know what that means, but I don’t presume it’s bad. Lance and I still treat him like a friend regardless. He’s still using his disguise, and the army’s none the wiser. However, I made ot clear to him that if we were to reveal him, he’d be shot on sight. Slate actually understood, what with the battles, but that didn’t make him any happier. He’s still sad. Perhaps depressed even, it’s heartbreaking. Lance is concerned. Don’t worry Chrissy, she hasn’t tried to make any moves on me yet. Anyways, Lance is very concerned when it comes to keeping Slate in the right state of mind. He seems to constantly be wondering what the heck he’s living for if these two factions can’t even get along. I’ve tried talking him out of it, but he still has a while to go. I’ll be giving him some more love. I really hope that helps, because I don’t know what’ll get through to him. He’s been moping around, thankfully, he’s not practicing Nihilism yet, which would make that problem even harder to adress. So, that’s about it for Lance and Slate. We’re getting along quite nicely. As for life, this one’s going to feel bad, it’s not great. We’ve done nothing but be racist towards Changelings, and these battles aren’t helping matters. The general consensus is now that Changelings are awful creatures. Of course, I know better. This hasn’t gotten anypony else convinced. It’s quite disheartening to see such a thing happen. I’m not getting my pay, you’re in the hospital with a brain tumor that will almost certainly kill you, even my squadron hates me (I’m playing Poker with Slate and Lance now), snd really, life just sucks. Now, their planning another battle against the Changelings, as they are now the number one Equestrian threat, and I’m being forced to attend. For saving one. They want to show me that they aren’t things worth saving. I’m placing my bets on being able to bring Slate, have him reform, and getting him to convince Changelings otherwise. As it should be. It’s a true shot in the dark. It’s more than likely it won’t even work and I’ll be fired. However, all I’m saying is that we should have a little Sympathy For The Devil, as there’s some good about him. Slate’s certainly making progress. So, otherwise, life is merely OK. Slate’s doing terrible, Lance is perpetually worried, and the generals want my head. I used to be respected, but now I’m not. It’s quite disappointing. All I want to do is to make the world a better place, and I can’t do that if everypony hates me with a burning passion. My health, I took a few nicks and scratches last battle, but I don’t think anyone came out of that unscathed. Not even Skate, his shell got a few cracks. However, I’m more worried about yours. Chrissy, I hate to see you go. I do know that those doctors won’t be able to help, given some past experiences I know about. I know they’ll be able to slow it down, I’ll see you one more time before you die. I guarantee it. I’ll be there for you These five words I swear to you Even if I have to run away and to your hospital bed, I will. I’ll bring Slate and Lance so you can see my friends too. But seriously Chrissy, if you die on me before I can get there, I’ll be very angry. Please stay alive, a few more months at least. I want to see you without losing my job. With concerned love and affection; Corny PS: Thank goodness the Hayburger’s always open, I would be so hungry otherwise.