“Feisty. Feisty. Time to get up, sweetheart,” a fatherly voice spoke.
The said filly slowly woke up and opened her eyes before her smiling father. Yawning, she rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“Good morning to you too! You know what today is, right?” the dad asked, grinning widely.
Gasping, she jumped up and down. “It’s my birthday!”
“That’s right, sweetie! Happy third birthday!” her dad celebrated. Her mom brought a birthday cake before her.
Feisty smiled brightly right before she hugged her parents. “You guys are the best! This is already my best birthday ever!”
“You said that during your second birthday, Feisty,” the mom chuckled.
“Go ahead, make a wish!” the dad said.
The filly inhaled and exhaled before closing her eyes. After a few seconds, she blew out the candles. Her parents rejoiced and held their daughter in an embrace.
“I love you, Mom and Dad.”
“We love you too, dear,” replied the mother, the dad nodding in agreement.
Suddenly, a thunderous noise shook the house. Outside, a swarm of Changelings encircled the entire city of Canterlot, evilly grinning at their frightened prey. Then they collectively smashed against the magical force field, causing it to crack.
As they struck the shield one more time, it shattered to pieces. Then the bugs invaded the entire city, terrorizing all the ponies.
Feisty held onto her mother’s right leg while her father ignited his horn. “Keep her safe. I’ll handle those filthy invaders.”
“What’s going on, Daddy?”
“Don’t worry, Feisty. I’ll be back soon, okay? Just stay here with Mommy for now until I get back,” he assured, kissing her on the forehead.
Then he kicked the door open, glaring daggers at the ravaging insects. He saw one of them who had purple eyes with blue wings fly by and lunging at a random couple.
“Run!!” the mare yelled.
But then the Changeling jumped ahead of them and landed before them, blocking their escape.
“You’re not going anywhere, ponies!” the bug hissed.
The couple embraced each other as they prepared for their doom. However, the Changeling was knocked out from behind by a magical beam.
The dad glared at the bug before looking back at the couple. “Go! Go!” he urged. They did so and ran off as quickly as possible.
The Changeling got back up and angrily hissed at his attacker. “You have some nerve, unicorn! You’ll pay for that!”
The father shot another beam at the insect, but the latter dodged it and flew up to the sky. He called the rest of his comrades before landing back down on the ground. Thus, the unicorn saw himself surrounded by more Changelings.
His wife and daughter watched from inside the house through a window. Clenching his teeth, he produced a multi-spell beam and blasted at his opponents in all directions simultaneously.
He glared at the purple-eyed Changeling again as the bug slowly got back up. “Had enough?”
“Heh…not yet,” the insect sneered, smirking.
At that moment, the father groaned in discomfort as his love got drained completely. Two Changelings absorbed every ounce of his love before smacking their mouths in satisfaction. He limply fell on the ground exhausted.
“No!!” the mother and daughter yelled.
The leading Changeling then loomed over his weak prey with a nasty smile on his face. “Not bad…for a meal,” he taunted. Then he bit the dad’s neck while Feisty and her mother watched in horror.
“Let’s go! Queen Chrysalis is expecting us!” he commanded.
As soon as they left, Feisty and her mother took his dying body and brought him back inside the house.
“Dad…?” the filly wept.
The venom coursed through his blood vessels, shortening his breath in the process. He desperately gasped for air as he gently touched his daughter’s face. “Listen, love, I…I need you to remember this. I love you, sweetie. I…*gasp*…love you very much.”
His heart stopped working, and he gasped his final breath. His head lifelessly fell on its right side.
Feisty then cried over his corpse, her mother shedding tears along with her. After a couple minutes of crying, the filly looked out the window with sheer anger in her watery eyes.
Back in the present time, the mare looked out through the window of Canterlot Castle. Clothed with her new royal cape, armor hooves, and golden necklace, Feisty reflected on her past fillyhood and how unhappy she was back then.
“Wow…I’ve come this far, huh? Never thought it would come to this. After everything that’s happened, I finally get what I want. And honestly, I couldn’t be even more…” she spoke before she suddenly smiled. “….HAPPY!!”
She maniacally laughed in her new bedroom. The frobot guards looked at each other in confusion from outside the door.
“These seven years have been the best times of my life!! Conquering, terrorizing, slaughtering, enslaving?! Ha, ha, It’s like a dream come true!” she reveled.
Then she looked at the clock. “Oh, look what time it is. It’s time for more fun!”
As she exited her bedroom, she walked through the hallway until she arrived at the dungeon. Inside, there were five young Changelings and three little dragons. Once they saw her, they quivered in fear.
“Aww, poor little creatures…all alone, no friends, no parents, and no one to help them. Isn’t that right, little savages?” she mocked with a motherly tone.
“Are you gonna h-hurt us?” one of them asked, shaking.
“We wanna go home!” a baby dragon cried.
“Don’t worry, little ones. Your emotional pain will be over; after all, you don’t deserve any suffering. Well, not like this anyway,” Feisty said, caressing them gently.
“Guards!” she called.
The frobots appeared next to her as summoned. “Relieve them of their misery. They deserve some mercy,” she ordered. After she gave her command, she walked away.
Then the frobots aimed their weapons at the younglings. The mare evilly smirked as she heard their screams after shots were fired.
Then she entered the throne room. Before her stood Gloam Fall/The Core as they looked at their newfound empire. She ecstatically pranced on the floor and then kneeled before them.
“Such a lovely sight to behold, General Feisty. If only Twilight was here to see it,” Gloam Fall remarked, chuckling.
“You got that right,” the unicorn agreed. “Much better than the boring old days of depression.”
“Anything to report?”
“Of course! Early this morning, the Dragon Lands were taken hostage by our forces, and now Dragon Lord Ember has conceded.”
“Precisely what we hoped to hear,” Gloam Fall smirked. Then they turned to face their second-in-command.
“With her no longer in control of the Dragon Lands, her underlings will automatically be subject to our authority—which means—,”
“They will be at our mercy,” Feisty finished, evilly grinning.
“Exactly!” The Core smiled. Suddenly, crowd noises were heard outside the castle.
“Oh, we almost forgot to mention! The ponies are nervous, afraid, and confused. You know what to do.”
“Of course, my lord,” the mare obeyed.
As she stood before the crowd outside the gates, she fired a magical beam into the sky. It loudly exploded which caught everyone’s attention.
“The Emperor has heard your cries and your discomfort. We understand the severity of the situation; however, the Emperor and I are working restlessly to bring these non-ponies to justice!” Feisty proudly spoke.
The majority of the crowd happily cheered in response whereas some of them looked uncertain and worried.
“Even though these heathens have managed to fight back throughout these years so far, they won’t be for long. Stay strong and stay safe, folks!” she concluded. She teleported back inside the castle as the crowd cheered again.
“Excellent speech, my friend. Oh, and one more thing. King Thorax and his Changelings have failed to surrender their kingdom and their rights within three days. You can have them,” Gloam Fall commanded.
Then the unicorn wickedly laughed. “With pleasure!”