Luna opened the doors to the throne room. Her mind heavy with thought. 'He lives, and yet others die. But it's worse, they die by his hand.' Luna spotted her sister, sitting on her throne, a look of anger across her face.
"Sister, I wish we could meet under better circumstances." She declared in a rather annoyed voice.
" As do I sister, now tell me, who, and be specific, has slain so many ponies?"
"One who I thought damned long ago, who sparked a rising between us. The child has grown into an adult, and he's back with a vengeance. We must stop this being at once, there is no punishment to severe enough for one who slaughters without mercy and is responsible for the deaths of so many ponies."
Luna could not believe what she was hearing, after all these years, after she finally let go, the child, no. Her child, still lived. ' But how? He was sent to freeze as an infant? How did he survive?' She felt anger start to bubble up within her, Celestia thought that he was responsible, had she never doomed him, the ponies would still live.
"Tell me something Celestia."
"Yes Luna, what is it?"
"Who do you blame for a monsters actions. The monster, or the one who created it?"
Luna turned around and exited the throne room as fast as she could. She had only one goal on her mind.
Find her son.
Shadowkin groggily got up out of his bed, the light of a few torches stung his eyes, forcing them shut.
He donned his wool shirt and black trench coat, a pair of pants, and his black boots.
Walking out into the changeling hive's hall, he decided it would be best to find some food.
After taking a few more corners, talking with a few changelings he knew, he came to the hives food stores, even though changelings needed love to survive, they also required food to keep their bodies in working condition.
Moving on down a long line of food, ranging from oats, to a glowing hard substance, that when chewed felt like cake. Shadow took quite a few of these rations, and scanned the room, searching for a familiar face.
Spotting who he was looking for, he made his way to the table and sat next to his friend.
"Hey, False."
"Sup, Shadow."
shadow took a bite of the ration he fished off his tray. The meal was actually very good, soft and chewy, yet firm in his fingers.
"So, shadow, where you from?"
"Up north, came from the Frozen Wastes, lived in an ice cave."
"Really, an ice cave? How long you stay there?"
"Since I was an infant."
False 'ah'd before returning to his meal of oats.
"Why are your eyes black?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your eyes, they're black, Why?"
"They're actually a type of crystal, infused with magic, that allows me to see in the dark."
"Why do you need them?"
"Because I'm blind."
"Oh.....I see."
Shadow smiled and grunted, nudging his friend in the side with an elbow.
"You are an ass."
False's eyes dilated once he realized what he just said, but then laughed it off.
"So, how are you healed so fast? You were shot worse than...well, than anything."
"Magic, that doc is pretty good at what she does."
Shadow finished the rest of his ration, and turned to face his friend.
"What do you say we go guard hunting tonight? Should be lots of game."
"Sounds good, though this time I'll stay back and observe. Don't want you getting shot again."
"Yeah, and you'll listen to what I say."