Shadowkin stalked down the dirt road, the moon easily illuminating the path before him and his changeling companion, along with a sign that read.
"Welcome to Ponyville? Eh. Might as well screw around for a little bit."
Setting off in the direction indicated by the town, he and the Changeling sparked up a small conversation.
"So what made you want to come with me anyways? I know I'm not the most likeable of people, ummmmm.....?"
"False vision, sir-"
"Cut the sir crap, I'm actually interested in being a friend of a hive. Strange right, a mass murderer wanting to befriend a bunch of Changelings. Well, I'm not all that bad."
"Okay, well what made me want to come with you is the fact that I heard you killed 23 Royal Guards!"
"Double that figure, son."
Shadowkin stopped as he heard voices down off the road. He ducked down into the bushes, pulling False Vision with him. A few seconds later, a few figures rose over the top of the hill. Guards.....Alot of Guards. What's worse is that some of them are carrying crossbows. He pulled false vision close, and whispered in his ear.
"Okay, here's the plan, they've got crossbows, the moon is bright, so there isn't any shadows I can jump in, you head back to the hive, I'll deal with the smiley's."
False vision was shocked, and could feel his vision start to cloud with anger. He came on this trip for one reason! To kill a Royal Guard, so the other Changelings would stop making fun of him for being unblooded. And now he has to leave.
"No way. I'm staying."
"Fine,okay whatever, just stay in cover, then we'll start you out easy when I'm done."
"No-I'm coming with yo-!"
Shadow burst out of the bushes, dashing like a mad man towards the guards. He whisked out his knife, folded it into a reverse grip, and slashed, catching the closest guard by surprise, he died silently, Shadow's knife buried halfway in his fore-head. This however did not go unnoticed by the other guards. Soon one shouted to his comrade's.
"Hey! There he is! And he got Strong Back!"
Shadow was fixing to attack, stopping when he heard an all too familiar voice.
"Shadow! I want to help!"
Shadow turned around and pointed to the other direction.
"YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE HIVE RIGHT NO-!"
Thunk.
Pain flashed through shadows chest, looking down, he saw an arrowhead protruding from his chest, he reached down to pull it out.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Shadow coughed up blood, spattering his essence all over the ground, five more arrows joined their brother in his torso.
Pain was everywhere, his vision was starting to black out, he was losing consciousness.
No.
Summoning up all his will, he phased to a shadow deep within the trees alongside the path. He listened to the guards, hearing their words.
"Come on! We've got to find him!"
"Why? He's dead. He was shot six times! Plus! He dissolved!"
"Yeah, come on. Lets get back to Canterlot, Report the kill, get the money, and go home."
Several wings flapping told Shadow that the guards had left. He rolled out of the tree, landing on his back pushed the arrows in further, he coughed up more blood. He heard a shuffling of hooves. Right before he passed out, he saw a lavender coat.
"Oh no! I've got to get it home!!!"