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// Chapter 8: Wanderlust 
// Story: A World of Madness 
// by Visharo 
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Changeling Perspective: Haze(Original Character-Me)
Faction: Travelers 
Year 8 WT

I'm so excited! Today is my Travel Day! Every Changeling looks forward to this day, where we are sent into the world and fight for our hive. The Last Hive. 

5 years ago, when magic was taken from the world, Changelings lost the ability to change their form and feed on love. The Changeling's power was reduced to short flight bursts and nothing else. Our Queen, Queen Chrysalis, took control and evacuated all the Changelings to the only remaining hive. In recent years, it's been dubbed The Last Hive. In retaliation Queen Chrysalis made Changelings go out every month to attack and hinder the ponies fighting their useless battle.

I stood at the hive's entrance with 30 other of my classmates. We are tasked to survive outside for a full week before coming back in. If we come back before the time is up, we are forsaken. If we don't come back, our personal effects are placed on the wall of heroes.

I looked at my best friend, Verae, he was as determined as ever. The Changeling who controlled the door saluted at us and opened the door. A large chunk of the wall opened up, letting bright light wash over us. I nodded once to Verae and then charged forwards.


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I held a detonator in one of my hooves, glancing backwards at a caravan crossing a bridge. I tortured a blue unicorn to get information of what it was holding and where it was headed. The pony started babbling about 'munitions and Rainbow Ridge. I decided to rig some bombs under the supports and waited for the caravan to cross it. 

Which it has.

I pressed the button. The wooden support beams blew and the whole bridge collapsed. The pull ponies were the first to die then the guards. And to make that nopony made it out alive, i pressed a second button causing a giant tidal wave to sweep through the valley taking the wreckage and bodies with it. 

I nodded in satisfaction at the destruction I caused and started to head back to my campsite. Nothing special, just a makeshift tent made out of cow hides and leaves. The bed was made out of wool I found at a wrecked barn. The campsite was near a flowing stream where I could fetch water. I shrugged the makeshift armor off of me and prepared some canned meat, Stamp. 

I found a huge stash of the stuff 3 days ago while I was scavenging for loot. While I was in there, I found a screwdriver and a pair of duct tape. I used the last of said duct tape to rig up the bomb under the bridge. I was about to take a bite from my Stamp when I heard a click.

I turned and looked straight into a shotgun barrel.