When the changeling woke up, all he could see was dark blue sky and the moon high in the sky, as white as snow, he hated the moon and the night as it was caused by princess Luna. One of the princesses who ruled Canterlot. Though she wasn't seen much in the battle for the city. He did run into her where she gave him a mighty whack with he back hooves. He went to feel his chest where Luna had kicked him. Instead all he could feel was searing pain in his right arm.
He raised his head to look at his arm. It was a wreck, he was a wreck! his right arm was twisted into a position that looked wrong however you saw it. His left leg had scratches all over and looked like it was dislocated. His chest had a giant imprint of two hooves and his wings were crumpled under his weight.
"well isn't this just perfect! Its dark, i'm wounded all over and starving!" Again he was confused why he was talking to himself but it felt good to let some of his anger out. It didn't matter it was dark for a changeling as all of his race could see in the dark but it wasn't the dark he was afraid of... It was what came out in the dark.
He wasn't going to try standing up as right now he needed all his energy he could muster. He decided it would be easier if he thought about something else than dying out here from his wounds or some beast looking for a midnight snack. How long had he been out for? It was day when he crashed but he wasn't sure what time it was. Did anyone else survive the blast? If he did and he was just a regular changeling then surely his brothers and sisters. Even the queen must have survived! He then decided to go deeper on that thought. He was a normal changeling. He hated using that word "normal." He despised the thought of being nothing original. A exact copy of 1000 other changelings all his brothers and sisters. There was only two things he thought that made him different to his siblings. One he was slightly taller and two, he had 3 rows of blue spikes that grew from his head all the way down to his back. They weren't huge and he saw them more like hair. He liked that idea of having hair.
He then continued to ponder his thoughts for what seemed to be hours. He didn't know why but all his thoughts always lead back to him thinking of the hive. He wasn't sure what he was feeling and on that changelings weren't meant to feel. That was the point they fed of ponies feelings as they couldn't feel anything themselves. So what was this feeling? He had lived his entire life in the hive maintaining it. Guarding the hatch-lings with his favourite sister. None of the changelings had names apart from the queen so they told each other apart by a certain aroma for each part of the hive.
He also kept watch on the cocoons containing their food supply. Ponies feeding love, him and his sister used to refer to the cocoons as farms as they fed of those ponies who couldn't resist. He would watch them sometimes. Trying to wonder who they were before they ran into this terrible fate. They also used the ponies to practice their transformation magic, he and her sister soon became skilled in transformations but as they were designated in the lower parts of the hive they were never used for outside missions. So they spent their lives in the hive unsure what the outside world was like.
When the queen ordered all the levels of the hive out for the siege of Canterlot. He and her sister couldn't resist! Their first step out in the world felt great! it was rushed as all the hive began to fly towards Canterlot. They followed near the back. Their mission was to assault the urban part of the city and capture as many ponies as they could. Thats where they ran into princess Luna who knocked the changeling out of the fight and his sister. When he woke up he was in a makeshift hive camp laying next to his sister. she was fine and so was he, apart from a lump on his chest and a few scratches, he wasn't in bad shape. The changeling commander told him and his sister they were needed near the palace to squash a small resistance.
They flew up into the sky to make the trip to the palace shorter. It was a fatal mistake.... A huge orb of pink light blasted them away and now here he was. Broken, starving, on deaths door and all alone. That was what he was feeling. Loneliness.... He missed his his hive and his sister.
He could feel himself blacking out again.... Maybe this was his end now. Atleast he could stop the pain. Suddenly he could hear the sounds of hooves coming towards him. the scent was a pony. Quick! He needed a disguise! He brainstormed his mind for any disguise, the only one he could think of was a stallion back in the hive. It was worth a try! The changeling used all his energy remaining to transform into the stallion. a green glow appeared around his horn and slowly his body changed. His body started growing a tiny bit then the transformation began. his dark bug like skin changed to a dark blueish fur. his spikes grew into spiky hair emerald color. His holes in his legs shrank and turned dark blue like his body. His bug like wings transformed into feathers which went spiky at the ends. His hooves transformed into complete black which shined a tiny bit grey in the moonlight. His once sharp and jagged horn shrank and twisted into the horn of a unicorns. The final part was his eyes. Instead of the full icy blue eyes with no pupils. they shrank and changed to a light brown.
Atleast his secret was safe.....