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// Epilogue 
// Story: Changed 
// by Dream Seeker 
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	Star Watcher smiled happily as he oversaw the construction of the city of Changelings, which had quickly gone from a hooffull of tents to several small buildings, and was rapidly growing still larger. While Silent Whisper remained the leader of the Changeling race, Star Watcher had been placed in charge of the new city that was being created, as the first true 'city' in the Changeling Empire. Located exactly where the battle against Dark Claw had been only a few weeks ago, the Changelings had quickly put up a few tents and began construction. A few groups of ponies had arrived as well, intending on living in the new city, and more had come every day. Between Star Watcher's advice and the love Dark Claw had released, the Changelings had very quickly returned from a state of starvation to normalcy, and were even doing better than before. Already, Changeling businesses both legal and... less than so, were booming. Several Changelings had taken an interest to politics, (which Star Watcher just could not understand), and had already improved Changeling-Pony relations massively, some as Changeling politicians and some disguised as 'Pony' politicians. Changeling artists and actors were already becoming known through at least some cities of Equestria, and were quickly gaining in popularity. Changeling actors were in especially high demand, with their disguising magic allowing for a perfect depiction of any pony without the use of expensive cosmetics. Shady Dark's work as the Pony Changeling Relations Manager had boomed after Dark Claw's imprisonment, and very quickly he found himself overwhelmed with optimistic Changelings looking for work. Within the first week, he had needed to hire a small office of workers. By the second, he had become the head of a large and widespread organization. After Blueblood's example, however, they faced fewer difficulties than they had expected, and thankfully, few cases required as personal of an intervention as Goldy had.

Star Watcher's gaze drifted to the clock, noticing the time approach midday. He waited a few more minutes before calling a halt for lunch break. He trotted off quickly, grinning as he entered one of the first-built buildings: the school.

"There you are, Star Watcher," Twilight smiled. "It's time to continue our next lesson. Do you have enough energy?"

"I've always got plenty these days," Star Watcher chuckled. "Between you, Princess Celestia, and all of the happy ponies around, there's never a time when I don't have enough."

"That's good, because today we're moving on to spells that require a larger magical capacity than you had before becoming a Changeling."

Star Watcher's simle widened. This was exactly what he wanted. Everything he'd dreamed of and more.





Shady Dark sighed. As rewarding as his work was, it was equally tiring. For every Changeling he helped to find suitable work for, it seemed that several more filled their place. A virtual mountain of paperwork sat on his desk, meaning that it was probably time to hire a new layer of secretaries to deal with the influx. Although his business was the fastest growing in all of Equestria, he predicted business to slow down once the initial population of Changelings finished integrating with Equestria. He looked forward to that day. On that day, he'd surely be able to retire happy.

"Counselor Dark, another important case for you," a secretary said as they passed by his office. "Necessary information is in the usual area."

Shady Dark groaned once again, his head hitting the table with a distinct 'thunk'. He hoped this one was as easily resolved as some of the other cases he'd already dealt with.





Celestia smiled. The CPRM was only the first step in her goal of eventually eliminating all racism from Equestria. Once the Changelings had finished integrating, she could repurpose the already-made company to stop racism against Zebras, Griffons, and all of the other grossly mistreated races in Equestria. Hopefully, eventually, her dream of a utopian society could be fulfilled. She just hoped Shady Dark could live up to her grand plans for the future.





Luna frowned as she swooped through the dreams in the night. As she had promised, the guard who had steadfastly stood protecting both Princesses during Dark Claw's attack had been raised to the head of her personal guard, for his bravery in the face of danger. All that was left now, was to attempt to repair the damages done to those who had been injured by Dark Claw. The physical side had been mostly handled by the prestigious Medical centers in Canterlot, all expenses paid by the Crown, but the mental injuries remained. As Guardian of the Night, it was Luna's sworn duty to protect her little ponies from their own mental demons, helping them overcome the fears brought on by Dark Claw's attack.

In addition, Luna planned to step the Military up a notch, in hopes that next time a similarly dangerous event occurred, the Royal Guard could handle it on their own. A wing of Changeling guards, which Luna had been planning to introduce, would do wonders for reconnoissance missions and intelligence-gathering operations, in addition to being fearsome fighters with the ability to shape their own body parts into weapons. Her sister may be an idealistic long-term planner, but Luna always worked to make sure that the 'now' was safe from all dangers.





Bugze grinned, wielding a can of WD-40 in one hoof and a roll of Duct Tape in the other. For the the past week or so, he'd found himself a nice job fixing anything that broke, or creating new devices out of junk to solve a problem in a nice, out-of-the-way town called Appleoosa. He lived relatively close to the new Changeling city, which he visited on the weekends to check up on Star Watcher, and teach him more about Changeling society.





Dark Claw growled. There was nothing to do in this accursed prison. He pawed at the broken fragment of the horn stuck on his head. The only reason he was still alive was because Princess Celestia had required his survival and imprisonment in Tartarus as a condition of the alliance with the Changelings. If there was one thing Celestia would never do, it was to kill an intelligent being, even an evil one.

At least Celestia was stupid enough to get the Changelings to feed me enough love to survive on.

Dark Claw smirked. He was subtly directing part of the love he was receiving for his survival into repairing his broken horn.

One day... I'll be free. And when that happens... Nopony will be able to stop me.