//------------------------------// // Duels and Responsibilities // Story: King of The Changelings // by tobiason-the-chosen-1 //------------------------------// Dueling his own sibling to the death? No. Metamorphosis did not expect anything like that. He wanted power, indeed, but he couldn't just kill his sister. Or was he that power-hungry that he would...? He knew one thing for sure; his sister wanted the throne and power as much as he did. The Princess would go through as much trouble, probably more than Metamorphosis to get the power she craved. She even poisoned one of her siblings. Yes indeed, Chrysalis originally had six offsprings, and about two months before the challenges, the Princess had poisoned one of her three brothers. It obviously wasn't Metamorphosis, since three weeks later the poisoned Prince left this world after days of pain caused by the poison. The Princess did such just to boost her chances at becoming Queen. But will she be the next ruler of the changelings? Metamorphosis didn't have time to think before he and his sister were dropped onto a platform where the duel would take place. There was a long moment of silence in the cavern. It was so quiet, the hum of a fly's wings could be heard. But all of a sudden, a loud bang on what sounded like a gong, broke the everlasting silence. Before Prince Metamorphosis had the time to bat an eyelash, his sister shot a glowing green beam of magic from her horn. The Prince crashed into the wall. He rolled to the side just quick enough. If Metamorphosis stayed where he crashed, his sister's horn would've punctured his skull. But lucky for the Prince of the Changelings, it didn't, and the princess's horn was now stuck in the wall of the arena, giving Metamorphosis about thirty seconds to form a plan. His final plan was risky, and probably wouldn't work. But if he didn't act fast, his sister would surely kill him before you could say 'Changeling Queen'. If that was what his mother expected to happen, then neither the Prince or his sister had much choice. Metamorphosis took the chance. Running at top speed, Metamorphosis took flight and turned to face his sister, who still happened to have her horn stuck in the wall. Once the Princess freed herself, she turned around to the surprise of getting shot with magic in the face. She then lost balance and was being pulled into the air. Another blast of magic injured her wings so badly she couldn't use them to take flight. Metamorphosis had grabbed his sister by the hoof and was pulling her high into the air. He dropped her. The princess fell to the ground from a very high distance. She landed on her head, them slumped to the arena floor and sat there motionless. Prince Metamorphosis's sister was dead. She couldn't have survived the impact. Her magic was weak, so she couldn't stop the fall without getting injured. Her wings were destroyed, so she couldn't fly. "We have our King!" Metamorphosis heard his mother announce. And all the Prince could remember before his lights were knocked out was the sound of the crowd cheering. **** Prince Metamorphosis woke up without knowing what happened. Why did he pass out? Was it because he was in total shock that he had actually killed his sister? He was an aggressive changeling, but he never thought he'd have to kill one of his siblings. He observed his surroundings. He was still in the changeling colony, but he was in a separate chamber he'd never been in before. He hadn't how long he'd been out, but figured it wasn't long since he could still hear a roar from the crown of changelings. He tried to get up, but realized he was strapped to a slab of stone, tied down with the green goo that was same material to make those cocoons that trapped Princess Celestia during the invasion of Canterlot many years ago. "Wha-what is this?" the new King said aloud. All of a sudden, green flames erupted in a circled around the stone slab in which Metamorphosis was tied to. The King heard a soothing voice that he could listen to for hours on end. The voice belonged to no one the new King knew, but seemed to belong to a female. "My King..." the voice whispered from the side of the room that was still dark. "I'm not surprised you are now the ruler of the changelings." "Who-who the hell are you? And where are you?" Metamorphosis questioned. The soothing voice chuckled. "I have not come here to answer pathetic questions. I am here to give you your duty as the new King." Metamorphosis was frustrated at how the voice spoke to him as if he were inferior. However, he remained silent. "I want you to seek revenge upon that vile violet unicorn." "What-" Before King Metamorphosis could ask his question, the voice grew angrier and snapped, "That Twilight Sparkle. She's the one who defeated your mother in Canterlot some years ago." "You want me to seek revenge?" "Well, it's the obvious thing to do, isn't it?" the voice asked, her tone less harsh. "Well. yes, I suppose..." the King replied. "Then it's settled." the voice told him. "You shall be sent to Canterlot at dawn, disguised as Sparkle's lover. But for now, you might want to see your mother before her end." "What?!" Metamorphosis exclaimed. Was the Queen really dying? It made no sense being that she seemed fine in the arena. "Release me this instant!" the new King demanded. "Hmm..." the voice pondered his demand. "No. Not yet." "How dare you disobey your new king-" But Metamorphosis couldn't finish. His lights were knock out once again.