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// Story: Queen of Storms 
// by Silent Whisper 
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Dear Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, 

I’m not sure if you’ll read this. I don’t know how you found my last notes, but I’m leaving this in the hopes that whatever diary-tracking spell you must have locked onto me finds this piece of paper. 

It’ll probably be the last one. 

Don’t take this the wrong way, Mother. It isn’t because I don’t love you anymore, and I’m not in any danger, but Sugar Berry says that the other guard would be looking for her, and will probably piece together what happened soon. I don’t want them to have reason to be angry at you. You shouldn’t have to protect me. Father shouldn’t, either. Let them search. They won’t find me, or either of us, in this weather.

I had to take her, by the way, I truly did. You don’t, cannot, understand, and even I have trouble figuring out how best to explain it. Even after she attacked me, she still LOVED me. And she still loves me now. I can taste it, and she cannot lie to me about that. I needed her, and after she wakes up again, she’ll need me just as much. Yes, before you say anything (that I won’t be able to hear, Mother, this is a note, but I’ll picture it all the same), I know you taught me never to act on these instincts, but it was so easy. Terribly easy. 

In any other story, I’d be a hero, wouldn’t I? I took the mare of my dreams, swept her off her hooves, and raced into the blizzards so we could be together. She won’t be a mare, after she wakes up. Not strictly a pony one, anyway, but not entirely a changeling. Enough unicorn to love me, and enough changeling to need me. 

I could tell you about how the storm parted when I ran into it, how it always seems to weaken wherever we sleep. You’d laugh, but I finally figured out what I’m the Princess of. It was in my name the whole time. Funny how that works, isn’t it? A few traces of Equestrian magic must’ve decided my fate.

Princess isn’t quite the right word, though, is it? Queen. I’m a changeling Queen. I doubt your citizens will be as accepting as you’ve been, Mother. Sure, many of them will be willing to welcome me, especially after Thorax’s visits, but all of them? 

Some will say I replaced the real Flurry Heart. That it was a coup planned by Chrysalis. Or maybe I must be Chrysalis herself, still feeding off of the Princess of Love after all this time. 

I’ll ask Sugar Berry, the next time she stops dreaming and can talk again. She says she’s sorry, by the way, that she’s abandoned her post. She’s much less mad at me than she used to be, and she claims she understands why I took her. I don’t know how much of this is part of the reprogramming, and how much is genuine. I am terrified that someday, her love will sour. I don’t know what I’m doing, I really don’t, but… 

Remember how you all found Thorax out here, somewhere? I’m hoping there are other changelings, still un-technicolored, still lost. I think I’ll try to give them a home. We’ll live in the neverending Northern storms together and build our own strange hive of sorts.

If I have need of you, I’ll contact you again, but for now it’s best if we stay apart, Mother. Try not to let any of your citizens wander too far into the storm, if you are able. I have a feeling my eventual hive will be hungry, and I can’t promise those lost in the hurricane will find their way out again. 

I’m… sorry. For everything. 

Queen Flurry Heart