//------------------------------// // Chapter 5 (Mogard) // Story: A Lucky Belle // by Goodbye1234567890 //------------------------------// This is where we skip to the day you have been waiting for. The day had finally come. Mogard should be excited about this, but instead was regretting ever even signing up. Just yesterday, he had seen a pony unlike any other. She had a purple mane and tail, along with a pure white coat and green eyes. Although he knew it would never happen, he couldn't help but follow her for a little bit. Chrysalis had changed some plans, and had found the three escapees that Mogard had set free. She took them under her control and had them patrol the only exit to the caves. All the other changelings, including Mogard, had to get ready for the attack. Every second that passed only made Mogard worry more. His thoughts kept moving to that mare pony he had followed the day before. And every time, he shook them out and remembered his training. While he was waiting for the signal, he listened in to the conversations around him. "how is this going to work?" "Don't we want to trick them into thinking we are them?" "Why are those two making out?" "Why is everyone asking stupid questions?!" this one came from a very disgruntled and annoyed changeling. Mogard turned around to see his best friend walking toward him, while the stupid questions continued. "Gorn?" Mogard asked in disbelief, "why are you here?" "I'm doin' my duty," he said with pride, "as my part for the hive. What about you?" "Change of plans," he said simply. Mogard looked up into the sky, at the pink bubble-like shield keeping the others out. When he looked closely, he could see small black objects slamming repeatedly against the bubble, causing cracks. Why would anyone do it like that? Mogard thought and saw the few black specs that weren't moving, not even floating. They must've snapped their necks trying or something. Suddenly, the bubble shattered, as if it had been popped. the group around Mogard and Gorn started charging. Gorn did the same. Soon, Mogard was left all alone. An image flashed in his head. He saw a few changelings, including Gorn surrounding three young ponies. One orange, one yellow with a pink bow, and the third was the pony he followed. They were all in dresses that slowed down their movement. Mogard began to get worried. He hurried to the location he had seen in the vision to see if it was true. When he got there, he saw Gorn and two other Changelings cornering three frightened ponies in dresses. It was true! It was time to use something that Mogard had been training himself for. Very few Changelings can do this, but only masters can do it perfectly. He took pieces of ponies he had seen (in this case Lyra, Colgate, and Cream) and put them together in his mind. He made it male, and put it to use. In no time, he looked like a normal, young pony. He contemplated his plan for a few moments before realizing that he didn't have a few moments! He jumped down in front of the three Changelings and prepared to fight. "Get out of my way worm," Gorn hissed. His disguise was so good that even his best friend didn't recognize him! "Make me," Mogard smiled and got into a battle position. This time, this was life or death. Only one of them would be walking away alive. The other two changelings accompanying Gorn began to advance, before he stopped them. The two backed off a short distance. Gorn then stepped up. He seemed to have grown quite a bit since Mogard had seen him last. Before, they had been about the same height, now Gorn seemed to be much taller and stronger-looking. Perhaps it was from leading this strike team. Whatever it was, it really worked. Gorn was the first to charge. He let out a fierce battle cry and covered himself in a green light. Mogard returned the charge and battle cry, but instead of cloak himself in light, he jumped up and over his opponent. He landed right behind him and waited for him to realize. Gorn skidded to a stop and turned around, only to be greeted by a swift uppercut. Gorn was pretty-much flying without using his wings. "What goes up, must go back down!" Mogard mumbled as he used his hind legs to send Gorn crashing into the side of a building. He heard a small gasp come from the three he was protecting. He looked back for a moment to see the yellow one covering her mouth with realization. He also saw the orange one's lips move. He couldn't hear what she was saying, so he turned back to his opponent. He was greeted by a blast of green light. It took all of Mogard's concentration to keep his illusion up. Whenever a changeling takes damage, the illusion that they have put up around them begins to fade. Unless the changeling is still conscious, then the illusion fades away. Mogard couldn't let that happen. Mogard struggled to his hooves, wincing with pain. I will not lose... He thought to himself, "I will not lose!" Gorn was taken aback by Mogard's will to become victorious. He took a few steps back in astonishment, "How? You're just a pathetic little brat!" "I'm more than that Gorn," he said and charged his best friend. "Wha-!?" that was his only reaction. He was impaled with a green blade-like piece of magic, green blood dripping from the wound. Gorn made some gurgling sounds as the same green blood dripped out of his mouth. After Mogard calmed down, the blade dissipated. He was still breathing heavily, still standing because of the huge rush of adrenaline cursing through his veins.