Part 3 - A True Heart
A Change of Face
by
TheDeinonychus
Part 3
A True Heart
The shadows grew as the moments ticked by. Every beat of her heart meant that the sun sank lower and lower behind the mountains, and the shadows cast by the homes and businesses of Ponyville grew that much closer to enveloping the false pony in her desperate search. After leaving the library and the lavender unicorn, Bon Bon had started going from door to door, stopping ponies on the street, asking if any of them had seen Lyra. A few had said they saw her running through town earlier, but no one seemed to know where she had run off to. With every door opened, with every pony questioned, Bon Bon's heart started to sink little by little. It was maddening. Everywhere she looked, she saw ponies. Ponies of all shapes and colors except those of the one pony that mattered. The one pony she couldn't live without was nowhere to be seen.
Silently she cursed herself; this was all her fault. She had let herself fall in love. In love with somepony who should have been nothing but food to her. Changelings were never meant to feel love, only to consume it. To drain it from others like sweet nectar from a flower. But she couldn't help it! That flower had been so beautiful, so sweet. She couldn't bear the thought of it withering and wasting away as all the goodness was drained from it. Not now, not after everything they had been through, not everything they had shared. Everything that Lyra had taught her.
In her heart, as black and malformed as it was, Bon Bon had felt something. The tiny, little emerald gem that has been the love of another. Not the oily, dripping love sucked from a pony by a cocoon, but the pure, untainted love given only by somepony who asked nothing in return. Nothing was expected, but the feeling it gave, it begged to be given back in kind. That little minty emerald was the most precious thing in the world to the false pony. That is, next to the pony who had shared it with her.
Her hooves stomped on the cooling cobblestones, a heat rising in her chest as the thought about the unicorn she loved. Her hooves were starting to hurt from all the running she had done. If only she could afford to drop her disguise, to spread those accursed wings of hers, she could fly over the town and hopefully that would let her find where her beloved had run off to. But then, everything she had done, everything she had hoped to save would be lost. She had to find Lyra, had to talk with her before she could think of anything else, to hope that the terrified unicorn hadn't told anyone else about the changeling's secret.
As the shadows grew still larger, and lights started to turn on in windows all across Ponyville, Bon Bon carried her aching heart with that little emerald hidden within towards a group of ponies talking amongst each other outside a small sweet shop, hoping that one of them had seen where her beloved had run to.
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Mud splashed up over her hooves as she stepped into a puddle, the sullen unicorn slowly making her way through the oppressive darkness of the Everfree Forest. Lyra's head hung low as she trudged onward, hoping that any moment she would break through the trees and see the open fields that separated her home from this benighted wood. She had started to worry that there was some strange curse upon this place, slowly sapping away her magic, as the glow from her horn seemed unable to light more than a few feet around her now that night had truly set in. That strange magical jolt she had felt earlier sure seemed to back up the theory. But even that wasn't the worst thing that plagued her mind.
This was the Everfree Forest. Ponies feared to go into these woods for a reason. It was filled with dangers. Timber wolves prowled through the bushes, their claws like gnarled roots and teeth like sharpened branches. Hydras laid in wait at the bottoms of ponds and swamps that dotted the forest, their massive maws waiting to snatch up anything foolish enough to risk a drink of the tepid waters. Ursas slept in the bowels of dark caves, their snores rumbling the earth when they weren't waiting for a tasty meal to wander past. But far worse in the minty unicorn's mind, this was where SHE was!
After the Royal Guards had found her, saved her from that horrid cocoon, she heard what had happened, how the power unleashed by the love of two ponies had forced the changelings and their queen out of Canterlot. But where it had forced them, the unicorn feared she was now all too close. They had been flung deep into the Everfree, scattered amongst its trees and hidden dangers. Of all the creatures that roamed these woods, they may not have been the largest or most powerful, but they were the ones that gripped Lyra's heart with more fear than any other.
Had that changeling come from the Everfree for her? Had its queen wanted her back, to drain the life from her as revenge for some perceived offense back in Canterlot? Had it...had it taken Bon Bon just to tear the poor unicorn's heart in two? Lyra had to squeeze her eyes shut, trying to stop the tears that now trickled from the corners of her eyes. If something had happened to Bon Bon, she would never be able to forgive herself. If she hadn't been so eager, so excited to be a bride's mare at a royal wedding. The changelings would never have known about her. Would never have known of the love she had for the sweet earth pony. Bon Bon could be ponynapped. Imprisoned, or worse! And it was all her fault.
As guilt flooded her body, it was all she could do to keep from collapsing in a sobbing heap on the mossy ground. She could feel her knees wanting to buckle, to just lay down there and let the forest take her. She couldn't imagine living her life without her sweet mare, and she didn't think she'd ever want to try. Without her, without the one thing that made her heart sing, the musician couldn't imagine ever being able to play her lyre again. She had written songs about her. They were mushy and made without an ear towards pleasing a crowd, but she hadn't cared. They were made for only one pair of ears to ever hear. The only ones that mattered, and now they may never hear the sweet, tender tones ever again.
Lyra felt like a mare broken. Her out of control imagination sapped her will to go on. Slowly, she could only manage a few more trembling steps before her limbs locked up. Her mind locked on the edge, one push and she could tumble over into the bottomless pit of sorrow, a pit lined with the sharp fangs and glowing eyes of those horrid changelings. The magical glow of her horn started to waver, the last traces of her resolve starting to ebb away, losing the concentration and focus they offered to keep that tiny light alive.
She could feel herself swaying, the edge of that pit looming closer and closer in her mind, just a few more moments and she would collapse into that cold, dark embrace, never to feel the warm love of her sweet candy mare ever again. Something broke that dark despair, ringing in her ears. Her tear-filled eyes snapped open, wide and fearful as she glanced around. A branch had broken, snapped somewhere off in the darkness. Thoughts of those horrible creatures flashed before her eyes over and over again. Something was there, something was watching her. Her heart turned into a steam engine, pumping furiously as the moments slipped by like hot coals into a boiler. With each one she could feel the pounding in her chest getting harder and louder, the rush of blood filling her ears with sound, till everything seemed to seize up at once. Her heart stopped for a moment, just long enough for another snap to ring out behind her.
That was all she could stand. Lyra reared up on her hind legs, horn once again glowing as brightly as she could force it, and with a gasp she barreled off through the bushes. She could hear something move after her, quickly but just keeping out of the short range her glowing horn could illuminate the gloom. Something was trying to catch her. As much as she almost wanted this nightmare to end in any way possible, the panic that it could truly end right then and there had been too much. She wasn't ready to let it end, not yet. Not while deep inside, jostling around inside that madly pumping heart, there was a tiny little stone. Not creamy marble, or pink ruby, or even blue sapphire. Unknown to her, it was smooth, shiny onyx with tiny flecks of purest emerald.
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The moon hung full in the sky, it silvery light illuminating the deep shadows that now covered Ponyville. She had heard it said once that the full moon was Luna's blessing to lovers everywhere. Right now, Bon Bon sorely wished that this was true. She felt she could use any blessing she could get. She felt she had ran all over the town, at least twice. Everywhere she went, every pony she questioned, there was not one trace of her sweet mint mare. She could feel tears starting to well up in her imitation blue eyes, could feel that tiny little emerald starting to turn into a heavy, cold rock deep inside her heart. She was at her wit's end. She had searched one end of Ponyville to the other; her hooves felt as if they would start bleeding at any moment if they were forced through one more step.
For a moment, she considered just letting it all go. Of just sitting there and letting her disguise melt away. Screaming in all the pain and anguish as her true self was revealed to all, just to let an angry mob form and take her away to the end of all this suffering. The idea turned over in her head for a bit, an almost giddy feeling as it started to seem more and more like the best idea. It would be a fitting end, wouldn't it? Just let the angry ponies mob the monster and drag her off to be burnt at the stake. She was a monster, that she was starting to become sure of. She had done something more monstrous than even a queen could; she had destroyed the heart of someone she loved. If that didn't make her a monster, she didn't know what did.
Tears started to roll down the false pony's cheeks, splattering softly on the cobbled road as she sat there. This town, this world, it would be better off without this one changeling, wouldn't it? Lyra would be better off with her, wouldn't she? Would she? A little voice cried in her head, begging to be heard. Just how would Lyra be? How would the other ponies see her if Bon Bon's secret was uncovered? Would they just think that the changeling had tricked her? Had fooled the unicorn into taking her in? Or would they blame her? Would they think she was helping the changelings? Working with them in some evil scheme to drain the love and life out of Ponyville? Would they suspect her of being one? Of being a monster?
Bon Bon laid down in the middle of the street, her fake hooves covering her face as she tried to deny her thoughts. Tried to come up with some happy, peaceful life for that sweet pony she wished she could hold. But her mind betrayed her, wouldn't give her a moment's peace. Every thought turned into a sad, horrible tale of pain and loneliness, all penned by her hoof. Burying her face in her forelegs, she screamed at the images racing through her mind. If she was going to let it all end, she couldn't do it here. She couldn't let the ponies know, not to protect herself, but to protect that innocent, perfect mare. Forcing her aching hooves to the ground once more, she pushed herself off, tears still streaming down her creamy cheeks as she took off at a gallop, trying to send herself as far from Ponyville as she could. Her eyes shut, she didn't care where she was going, or what was in her way.
Her plans to bring an end to her pain and heartache ended abruptly, the distraught false pony crashing headlong into something. Or rather somepony. The impact didn't seem to bother the walking roadblock much, but it sent Bon Bon bouncing back, her rump crashing to the street hard, forcing a pained yelp from her fake lips. Wincing, she slowly opened her trembling eyes to a curious sight. The pony stood in front of her, a mare by the looks of things, with some ragged, thread-bear cloak tied around her neck, it's hood pulled down deep enough so that all the disguised changeling could see was the pony's muzzle. The mare's coat was a muted purple, broken by odd orange splotches. One such splotch graced her chest in a rough, messy shape of a heart. As she sat there, gazing up at the strange mare, the pony's muzzle started to spread, lips turning up into a wide, almost insane grin. The teeth her lips uncovered weren't like any pony Bon Bon had seen, nor were they quite like a changeling. Every one of them was sharp and pointed, like the teeth of a saw. The confused mare started to feel uneasy and nervous as that grin just seemed to go on and on, but thankfully it wasn't to last forever, as it's owner turned and took off at a full gallop, her blue and orange tail, all tangles and unkempt, flitting about behind her. Tilting her head at the odd display, Bon Bon could just barely make out the mare's cutie mark. It looked to be some sort of scale, the kind one might find at a bank or merchant's shop, tilted wildly out of balance.
The oddness of it all left her in a bit of a daze, so much so she didn't think to even ask who the mare was till she had already disappeared down a dark alley between some buildings. Bon Bon wished she could say that this had been the strangest thing to happen to her all day, but sadly it wasn't. It did leave the false mare with more questions than she honestly could ever want. As she shook the strangeness from her mind, starting to get back to her hooves, the thought to continue her search for a place to end everything was suddenly pushed away by a voice calling from way off behind her.
"Bon Bon!"
There, at that moment, were only two things that could have sounded more wonderful to the poor false pony. One was the sound of lyre strings being plucked. The other would of been the voice of the one plucking those strings. But this voice, it brought fresh hope when she had thought the world had suddenly ran dry of it.
"T-twilight?" she said with a slight sniffle as she turned around, her eyes spying the lavender mare running up towards her in the distance. New strength filled her limbs, and the pain in her hooves forgotten for the moment as she ran off to meet her. By the time she got to the librarian, they were both panting slightly. "What...what is it? Did you find her? D-did you find Lyra?"
Twilight took a moment to catch her breath, a slight smile at the hopeful squeak in the earth pony's voice. "Yes, I did. But...but I'm afraid you're not going to like where she is..."
Worry started to knit over Bon Bon's face. It had become a feeling she unfortunately had grown used to over the course of the day. That little emerald in her heart seemed to pulse, reminding her that even if the news was bad, she had to know what had happened to her beloved unicorn.
"Please, Twilight. I need to know where she is."
"After you left, I started looking through my spell books. I had found one spell that's used to locate a particular unicorn by searching for their magic." The librarian explained as her horn glowed slightly; out of her mane she floated a rolled up scroll. "But it only works if that unicorn is using their magic right then. I knew it was a long shot, but it was the only thing I could think of."
At that, the purple glow around the scroll unrolled it, revealing a map of the areas around Ponyville. Bon Bon could feel her heart racing as she watched the map roll open, her eyes darting over it to find any indication of where her mint mare could be. Those eyes widened as she noticed something, a tiny little burn and singed spot on the map. The spot was deep inside the Everfree Forest.
"I'm sorry, Bon Bon. It's too far out for me to try to teleport to her, let alone teleport two ponies back to town." Twilight said, looking down at the street as she noticed the panic seeping into her friend's eyes.
"It...it's alright, Twilight," the candy mare managed to squeak out. "I know where she is now. That means I can go and find her at last!" It was the worst place her beloved could have run to. The worst place for any pony to be at night. But still, knowing that she was alive, that she was somewhere she could be found brought a small feeling of joy to the changeling's twisted heart that banished the sorrow that had threatened to consume her. Taking the scroll between her teeth, she tucked it into her mane and turned to head off for the forest. The purple unicorn called after her, worry and concern in her voice.
"W-wait! It's too dangerous for you to go alone. Especially at night!" Twilight had trotted up alongside her. "Please, let me go with you."
Bon Bon closed her eyes, her teeth gritted in frustration behind her imitation lips. Twilight was right, it was dangerous. But that wasn't what she was afraid of. Letting another pony know her secret, that was what she feared more than the lurking dangers of the forest. With a sigh, she turned to the librarian pony, looking down at the ground as she lifted her hooves, placing them on Twilight's shoulders.
"No. You can’t come with me, Twilight."
"But why?"
"I...I can’t explain. Not right now," she said as she looked up into those violet eyes. "Please, I have to do this alone. I...I want to tell you why. I honestly do...but I just can’t right now." The words shocked even herself as she spoke them. Her life, the lie, it had all become too much for her to carry by herself. "I...I'll tell you, but not right now. I don't know when, but I will. You just...please, trust me..."
Something told Twilight that she should push harder, that she had to know what the truth was. That it was really important that she knew. But it was also important to Bon Bon that the unicorn didn't know, that she let her trust push aside her curiosity and worry just for a little while longer. With a sigh, she nodded slowly, looking down at her hooves.
"Alright, Bon Bon. I trust you. Just please, be careful. And bring Lyra back safe. I don't want this to be the last time I see either of you." Twilight's heart felt heavy with worry. But at the same time, she had faith that the candy mare would do all within her power to reward the trust she was being given. Those hooves on her shoulders slipped behind her, and she was embraced in a warm, grateful hug.
"Thank you, Twilight. You really are a true friend." Bon Bon said, another tear leaving the corner of her eye. But for the first time this day, it felt warm as it left a trail of happiness down her cheek. With one last smile cast into her friend's eyes, she let go and raced off. Friendship was a wonderful thing. But love. Love was what was driving her onwards...
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Erf... I must be insane...
I started off like "Ok, so, I'll just make it a nice, short, two part story, so I wont get burnt out on it too quickly"
And then it became "Ya know, everyone seems to like this, so I'll just maybe see where this goes, and make it into three parts"
And now it's turned into "THE WRITING! IT NEVER ENDS!"
So yeah, I've gone full muffin it seems
Oh well, you all get to suffer through yet another chapter before I bring this to a screaming halt. Enjoy it while I'm still lucid enough to write more
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yay >.<
Yay, another beautiful part!
But three in two days...the author must be insane!
Aren´t your fingers aching? You should allow yourself a break. If your readers really like the story, they surely can wait a few days or a week for the next chapter. Don´t push yourself to hard! We are patient.
And in the end:
Haste makes paste.
I found more typos this time...
548996
Yeah, I know XD
Like I said before, I don't have and editor and I suck at proof-reading my own work.
My problem with taking breaks and working on something like this occasionally is that I might loose interest and never finish it
It's happened before and will likely happen again.
Also, it seems EQD takes objection to me not using a character's name over and over again in the space of a few sentences
"THE WRITING! IT NEVER ENDS!"
This seriously came to my mind not even a second after reading your post.
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'Also, it seems EQD takes objection to me not using a character's name over and over again in the space of a few sentences'
I think, you used them often enough. If you would use them even more often, it would be really annoying and repeatings aren´t, moreover, very lyrical. Anyway, a story needs no submition on EQD to be a good one. It´s only helpful for the publicity.
'My problem with taking breaks and working on something like this occasionally is that I might loose interest and never finish it'
Hmm...for that, I have no solution for you, I´m sorry. But if I find some time, I could proof your story. It doesn´t seem like I would have to do there very much, just eliminating some typos.
Of course only, if you are interested...
Oh, and one last thing I forgot: From now...
I am watching you!
Oh my gosh thanks! Another update?!
I haven't seen anything like this also, and this is VERY good. Take all my derps 
Anyhoo, must.....have....moar!!
549020
Proofreading!
One thing that really stands out to me is, you use 'of' instead of 'have' a lot. (Seven times in this chapter!) 'Would of', 'could of', 'may not of been'-- all those should be 'have'.
549185
That's probably cause that's how I talk. Actually, everyone around where I live talks like that
And yes, I am from the south
This is really good.... although it needs more proofreading.
That purple-and-orange pony is a real mystery. That seemed to just come out of nowhere.
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Lavender Unicorn Syndrome. I don't suffer from it. I enjoy it
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Yus, she is. It's a mystery to everypony *wiggles fingers at all spooky-like*
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Just something the pre-readers at EQD said about my story
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Just to make it clear, have some copy pasta from the email the pre-readers sent me.
"There's also a lot of what Ponychan's /fic/ board refers to as "Lavender Unicorn Syndrome" in this piece. Every occurrence of "the creamy mare" made me cringe and double-check to make sure I wasn't reading a clopfic, and the other "cyan mare" and so forth phrases didn't help either. Just use their names, please; doing this just calls undue attention to unimportant words."
And just to be honest, to me, using their names over and over again when it's clear who's being talked about just feels repetitive. Not to mention it just feels, I dunno, cold I guess.
549432 Rgh
Stupid Eqd.
plese dont stop writing untill its done
please?
549555 I approve of this idea.
Seeing as I may of apparently cut my own throat, at least as far as story views and getting noticed goes, by uploading two parts on the same day, I'm afraid you all will have to wait at least till tomorrow to get the 4th installment of the story. Don't worry though, I'm still writing, and I don't think I'll stop with this story. You'll have to suffer through more of my works, poetic descriptives in place of names and everything. I'd just really like to find a reliable editor though
Wow. You know? I wasn't expecting too much from this, but you blew my expectations all the way to Cloudsdale - a shame I'm not a pegasus, 'cause I fell right back down to the ground. But don't worry, I was too busy reading this wonderful story to hear the sound of all the bones in my body snapping like twigs.
There are a few re: bits to get through, not out of dislike, but out of pure pedantry on my part and the desire to see a story be the best it can be.
re: Lavender Unicorn Syndrome- It's not just /fic/ that uses it, they're just the only ones to call it that. This is something you (hopefully) learn in creative writing or other basic undergraduate English courses. Repeating "creamy mare" is no better than repeating a name, and may in fact be worse. Names are repeated because they are precise; your color descriptors are acceptable in moderation. Pronouns are perfectly acceptable so long as it's clear who is being referenced, and any decent paragraph that is properly dedicated to a particular character lets you simply say "she", "he" or "they" without need of over-wrought descriptors. Flowery language can be nice, like a few blooms that brighten a room. Too many fills the air with pollen and chokes a small space to death. Short stories are little rooms; you can hide Lavender Mare Syndrom in a novel because there is space; not here.
re: The text- It's a little... Purple Prose-esqe. The long, cascading sorrow-pits of unmitigated, unimagiable despair with hoof-wringing and repetitions of "false pony" and all. It rings hollow. With a gentler touch it would be merely atmospheric (See Lord Byron's "Manfred" for atmospheric scenery-chewing that just manages to move along in an acceptable manner) but in this case is comes across as bathos, and makes the whole story a melodrama. If intentional, I applaud the biting satire, it is a most wonderful farce. If unintentional I think you may have let the story run away with you, trying to do too much and padding it to the gills to puff it out. It is a simple premise with complex emotions. It doesn't need such over-wrought descriptors. The long asides, the internal monologues, they can be safely cut out without removing the heart. I think you really have something here. Let us see it, without the stuffed clothes and slapped--on cosmetics.
re: Spelling- Others have mentioned the use of "of." More particularly I sat an instance of "hear" rather than "heart" and "Bon Bone." Spellchecker artificts: not errors as they are real words but not what you intended at all.
... Looking at the above, I deserve this:
NEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDD!
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I reject your grammar and substitute my emotions
But no, really. I get what you're saying, and I understand it. It's just, ugh.. How can I put this? I don't talk with perfect grammar. I don't think with perfect grammar. There go I don't write with perfect grammar. I understand that people like grammar, and they like for stories to be neat and follow certain rules about what goes where and when something should or shouldn't be used. But to me, it just feels hollow. Like I'm writing something to be a pretty box to put a present inside, but all that goes into the box is an empty walnut shell. My emotions run boiling hot, or freezing cold, and so does my writing. Trying to write while worrying about grammar makes me feel like I'm writing a textbook. If I had an editor that could smooth out my raw, emotional writing without handing me back a few clinical paragraphs, I'd be more than happy. But for now, you'll have to make due with the sticky, untrimmed emotions I manage to force into digital form.
550236
First of all:it's ergo, Latin for "therefore." Ok, ok, Pedant Mode: Off
And I think the above is an illustration of the... I suppose "danger" would be overblown but the harm of writing from pure emotion. Your swirling melange of boiling-hot emotoins pours out without a filter, and splatters everywhere. Threads run free, details sharpen to the tedious or blur to the indistinct, and things may mush together into the indecipherable. Oh people may be able to read it. But they feel it's off somehow, because it lacks structure or balance. The reason we have grammar at all is to standardize understand and increase precision. "I went there tomorrow" is patently wrong, and we can identify that, because the tense is out of agreement with the temporal descriptor.
But the things is: It's not your grammar. That's, by and large, fine. It's the details. The style. As I noted above, it almost has the feel of a parody, That's not very good, because it means your natural style has been used to poke fun at other pieces of work. Again, I say this not because I dislike the story, but because I LOVE the story you wanted to tell, and I can read it under all the other things and love it. I've wanted something like this for a long time, a Changeling who has been imitating a pony for years, and either doesn't know or wants to forget. I'm all for that and cheer it on. But it feels bogged down by some things. It's hard to describe.
But in the end, I keep reading.
550336
Well, "I went there tomorrow" isn't just grammatically wrong, is logically wrong. The phrase taken as it's presented can't be logically understood. This is where I don't grasp the point of grammar most times. If something can be read, and understood, isn't that enough? Why force it to fit within certain rules just to adhere to a 'standard'.
And as for the story, I guess you could say that the emotions are the whole point of it. Love, hate. Fear, sadness. These things aren't logical, and don't follow rules or standards. I want to force these emotions onto the page, even if they splatter and make a mess. The point isn't to read them easily, it's to feel them. Emotions are messy, and sticky, and clog up your mind. And, from the point of view of a changeling, a creature that, at least in my head-canon, doesn't naturally feel emotions, they are very confusing.
But as I said before, I don't have an editor to make sense of all this mess. And trying to edit it myself would, honestly, be a waste of time. I'd never know what to change, or what was wrong. So I'll stick with making sure my horrible spelling isn't too bad.
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Just one last thing, because we both seem to understand one another well and have been very civil.
One can talk about emotions in sensible ways. There are many philosophical investigations of emotions to look at them in a logical way. they can't be too confusing, we can talk about them and describe them. How we INTERPRET them may be entangled in cultural and personal matters, but the emotions themselves are actually fairly well understood in the broad strokes.
The argument "My feelings are confusing and powerful" says more about the one saying it. It means they need to sit down and examine the emotions, to sort them and comprehend them. there is a rich vocabulary out there to talk about and describe emotion. Passions need not dominate, they can be controlled, or if not, they can be understood.
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"The argument "My feelings are confusing and powerful" says more about the one saying it."
I have always been one to say that you should put a little bit of yourself into what you are making, more if you can spare it.
And whether or not something is well understood does not change it's nature, only our understanding of it.
I believe that one should write what they enjoy, what they feel expresses what it is they want to say, and does so in a way that feels good and powerful for them. If others also enjoy what one writes, then all the better.
That said, I have about half or so of the next part written up.
lol yeah how dare you make us suffer through another great chapter you evil person
i love it when people do storys with the "average changeling"
love the whole story so far
well it was a good thing that Lyra's did use her magic then huh
Man that so sad for both of them to feel like something happened to both of them thinking of the worst but it looks like Lyra felt like someone's following her and she needs to get away from it and bonbon felt like whole world is crumbling and she's even thinking of letting other ponies 2 get her while she dropped her disguise but what kept her alive is Lyra but now they know where she is it looks like Bonbon is going to find her