Soon enough, you found out where the source that voice was. It was from a handsome colt (no homo, you) with a hat and a waistcoat and just divine hair... (STOP IT YOU!!!) "So, did you come for Appleoosa???" he asked in a more serious tone of voice. You nervously nodded. "Well, I shall let you in, but the question is, what's your story???"
You knew at one point you'd have to face your demons, but this... was too early, too forced, too rushed. Still, you wouldn't dare to lie, even if it meant death. "OK, here it goes, but it sure as hay ain't a happy one. This story begins straightforward enough. I was one of the few ponies aware of the whole changeling thing before the royal wedding. And, by jove, they were everywhere. Their tell-tale sign was always that little flicker. So, at the age of 13, I became a changeling hunter. Know you might think that all of the changelings got swept away with that love wave, but no, that didn't happen. I still spotted a few afterwards"
After a deep breath, you continued, but more slowly, stuttering regularly. "My luck became sour when I was after this changeling disguised as Roseluck. She'd been flickering less, but a flicker is a flicker. So I grabbed her into an alley and attempted to decapitate her with a slice of my electrocuted sword. Now normally this'd cut through their neck like a hot knife through margarine, but something was off. She was initially changeling form, but as she was dying, she changed back into Roseluck with the last of her strength. All of a sudden, blood sprayed everywhere, and I heard a shrill, ear-slicing scream. I ran, dropping the sword. I hid under Pinkie's Bakery, but unfortunately, the rest of the elements of harmony made her spill the beans. And if you know this country's legal system, you'll know the rest"
"Welcome to the herd" replied Braeburn, returning to his enthusiastic demeanour. "But... I... Killed.... Somepony...." you said, practically shiverring. "A changeling is not a pony, they are a soul-destroying demon designed to steal love for breakfast. So what if they changed back into a pony??? A changeling is a changeling"Braeburn said sternly. "Brohoof???" you asked, to which you were replied with an earth-shattering THWOMP and an irritating throbbing hoof. "Have you met the townsfolk yet???" Braeburn said as you rode of into the sunset in a totally non-romantic way.