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// 12-7-11 
// Story: A Series of Letters 
// by Dashie04 
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To, my wife, Crystal “Chrissy” Gem;

Well, guess what’s finally going on tomorrow? The new Changeling attack. Nopony’s retaliated yet, so we’re at a stalemate. Not for long, because we’re going to be releasing Tartarus on the Changelings. Slate’s coming as well. He’s frightened, he too seems to believe that the Changelings are under a hive mind, and that’s they’re fine if they aren’t. I mean, he should, he is a Changeling himself. He should trust that Changelings are fine. It’s not like he hates himself for being one in a direct sense.

In addition to this, the plan decided on is even worse. No mercy, than capture the queen for questioning. Nopony will listen to me when I say that that’ll just make her madder and have her command an entire army to our doorstep. Of course, they believe that all Changelings are doing terrible things of their own free will. So naturally, they don’t believe in the concept of ‘hive mind’. They think the queen’s separate from everything else. Despite the fact that you did unbiased research and confirmed that the hive mind is very real. They won’t listen to me there, either.

On a more positive note, I’m so happy Jack and Sparky are getting along better. Now, it’s not like they were fighting with each other constantly. However, they had their disagreements, mainly with what type of music I listened to. Jack wanted Classical, Sparky wanted Rock. It’s kind of hard to find a genre that’s both Classical and Rock. So, I usually just listened to The Beatles, which is more or less the closest thing that combines those two together. 

Though, to be honest, I don’t see your death as a good thing. Sure, it’s bringing family together, but at what cost? Just my true love, my reputation, and my life. Chrissy, it may seem a bit selfish, but I think bringing Jack and Sparky together has simply been too high a cost. They’re already together, and if you die, we won’t be. What are those doctors doing to keep you alive? I sure hope they’re doing their best, because genuinely, you dying to bring family together is too high a cost. It’s just my entire life and my love. 

Well, aside from that, are you getting any better? Are Jack and Sparky getting closer? These are things I have to know. I can’t just lie here and die inside while you die literally. You need to keep me updated.

Regardless, the generals are about ready to murder their way through the Changeling hives. Not even giving other sentient species a chance to explain themselves. Perhaps they’re under orders that they’e forced to follow, just like us. They aren’t so different, they just happen to have an evil queen.

You may notice that I’m incredibly ticked off this letter. That’s because everypony won’t listen to reason even though I’m telling them. It’s only making my reputation worse, and I certainly don’t like how this outcome’s looking. I think the genrals are so fed up at this point, that if I even say “hi” to a Changeling without it being considered showing good will to the enemy and getting me fired.

Not to mention, but talking with Lance has become increasingly awkward. She has a crush on me, but she can’t act on it. Or well, act on it with my consent. Then again, she wouldn’t do anything without my consent, so I think I’m safe there. So, she constantly thinks she’s going to say something wrong. Ergo, I can’t talk to her without everything getting insurmountably awkward. Luckily, I can still say hi and play Poker without feeling weird.

Slate is getting better, and worse. As in, he has almost a glossy coat over him now. I think if the past couple pallet changes are any indication, this might be step three of the transformation, whatever that looks like. Step one was the wings, step two was the shimmer, and step three is the shell gloss. He kind of looks ridiculous, but we don’t say that to his face.

Because me and Lance are sharing our love, he’s been feeling better about the whole thing. We’re essentially 2 outcasts, and Slate is our third musketeer. He’s been with a while. I also have a funny feeling that he’ll stick with us for a longer while. He’ll be with us through thick and thin, after all, he’s lived in much worse. 

On the other hoof, Slate is also feeling worse about his choice to join us. We’ve convinced him not to run away because that would be suspicious. However, he still has to participate in the attack tomorrow. He doesn’t want to hurt such things that could have free will. I don’t know if I can convince the generals to leave them alone. Slate will probably have to fight tomorrow, and that’s the thing he doesn’t want to do. That’s making him feel real bad, and me and Lance are trying to convince him that everything will turn out alright. He doesn’t believe us fully, but it’s a start.

So, life has only gotten worse. My closest friends (aside from the kids, of course) are both not themselves. Lance is acting weird, has unrequited love (presumably), and is all in all awkward to talk with. At least she understood that I was married. Slate is very unlike Slate, he’s no naïve soul like he used to be. It seems that Equestria decided that it would release all the horrors of the military on him, and he was crushed under the weight. Chrissy, it’s killing me I just can’t take it.

In addition, there’s a battle I’m being forced to fight in. I don’t want to attack Changelings, I don’t want to follow the rules. However, I have to. I’m just so glad that despite everything that’s happened, you still have full trust in me that I’m doing the right thing. Chrissy, you don’t deserve to be with me.

Chrissy, come back to me.

With all love and affection;
Corny