Growing up I never had a name; growing up I never had parents; growing up I never had anything to make me unique or special. That’s the way it was, the way I always thought it would be, the way everypony but me believes it is. Even now as I write these words, words I never thought would be expressed outside the confines of my own thoughts, I have trouble seeing myself as anything other than another pawn in Chrysalis’s manipulative hooves. But you already know enough about her, we all know enough about her.
This isn’t Queen Chrysalis’s story, this is the story of a nameless changeling-pony with no title. This is the story of a pony you probably didn’t know existed until you started reading. This is my story…
Chapters (1)
Looks pretty good so far. You might have the begining of a great story here.
I don't know why but I've always had a fascination with changelings.
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I have plans for where to go with this but nothing's concrete yet, so I guess we'll see how it goes.
I'd like to see the next chapter, since I don't think I can rate a story based upon the prologue
Well you're off to a decent start a few errors like
should be hooves not hands. I'm afraid there isn't enough here for me to make a definitive judgment yet but there is enough that I'll keep my eye out for further chapters.
An interesting idea for the forming of baby changelings.
You´ve got some realy interresting ideas and I would like to see the whole royal wedding out of the eyes of a changeling. I realy hope you´re going on with this story.