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// honor or family? 
// Story: Lunar school 
// by skittylikesmlp 
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Avispa walked to the hive.
He remembered his conversation with Diamond.
“Will you come with me to the hive?” He had asked with hope.
“You know I don’t like being around others of your kind.” Diamond had said nervously. 
Her Amber eyes like spotlights as she searched for any other lifeforms than Avispa and herself.
“At least walk me there!” Avispa said. Not wanting her to know that he was scared of her homeland.
“I can smell your fear. You should not be afraid of my homeland you know. Besides.” She said with a shudder. “I hate the light.” She stepped back into the shadows just to prove her point.
“Why will you come to Ponyville with me but you won’t even go for a walk with me!?” Avispa said a bit angry at his friend’s mysterious ways.
“Your changeling friends can sense... life...” Diamond said as if looking for a better word than life.
“I don’t want to be known about.” She said bitterly.
“See you tomorrow?” Avispa asked.
“Yes. At the mountain path. Crack of dawn. No later.” Diamond said.
Avispa saw her shape rustle in the shadows but he couldn’t figure out what she was doing.
“Bye.” Avispa said as he slunk of through the forest.

Now he wondered what his friend had meant by a lot of things.
First of all he wondered why Diamond didn’t like others of his kind.
Second he still didn’t get why she’d go to ponyville with him if she hated the outside world so much.
Third, Avispa didn’t get Diamond. How she knew so much about things she hates or is scared of.
Why did she want to meet him at the crack of dawn?
Why at the mountain path. The quickest route would be through Bramble Trail, then take a left at the crossroads and hike through the desert till you get to the Oasis and then take the cobblestone path to Songberry Woods and walk through there till you’d get to Fillydelphia. After that you could take a train to Ponyville.
Just like Avispa’s father had said so many years ago.

“Hey Avispa!” A jeering voice said.

Avispa didn’t need to turn around because being a changeling, one of his supernatural powers was sensing things.
It was hard to explain but changelings, can use echolocation in a way.
Changelings use there horn to sense things and when there hooves take a step it sends a vibration to the changeling’s horn so they can get a mental picture of everything within ten feet of them.
All changelings look exactly alike and have the exact same voice so you had to be able to sense the sound waves and test how strong they were and there vibe to identify the speaker.
Soundwaves where readable to. 
Any movement within ten feet would send of a vibration that all changelings could read with there horn.

“Airado, Herida, Sabandja. Can’t you find a changeling your own size to pick on?” Avispa said to the group of bullies.
“Your right. But who’s gonna pick on you? You're the smallest changeling ever!” Airado and his goonies broke into hideous laughter.
“Why not no one pick on me? Yeah. That sounds about right.” Avispa said, trying to keep his cool and beginning to walk away.
“Well, you're almost too small to notice. I’m surprised you haven’t been squashed!” Laughed Sabanja ,throwing his head back in the air.
“Are you trying to insult me?” Asked Avispa, turning his head sharply in there direction.
“Ooooo! What are you gonna do to us, PUNK!?” Herida asked. Taking a step forwards showing of how sharp his horn was.
“I’ll show you why I’m named after a wasp.” Avispa said, pawing the ground as if ready to charge. 
Doing his best to act brave like the other changelings and not like the Avispa that had listened to the bird’s chorus could sometimes be hard for Avispa.
“Uh, they named you after a wasp because they wanted you to seem strong.” Began Airado. “But you never will be!” The goonies broke into laughter.
“Does this need to end in a fight?” Asked Avispa.
Unsure if he could keep his act together for much longer. 
“Meh. Might as well.” Airado became airborne and swung his legs. “Enter the wrestling fight tomorrow and whoever wins is the better changeling!”
“Deal!” Avispa said.
But as Avispa walked away he remembered something.
He and Diamond where to meet at dawn and start on there journey and live wrestling was always at noon.
What was more important, his honor or the fact he might find his long lost father?