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Chapter 1: Finding a changeling2,941 words
Chapter 2: Healing a changeling2,470 words
Chapter 3: Cleaning a changeling2,980 words
Chapter 4: Disbelief of a changeling4,290 words
Chapter 5: Releasing a changeling2,627 words
Chapter 6: Surprising a changeling2,093 words
Chapter 7: Hearing a changeling2,339 words
Chapter 8: Other thoughts for a changeling2,370 words
Chapter 9: Befriending a changeling3,837 words
Chapter 10: Talk from a changeling2,004 words
Chapter 11: Working next to a changeling3,764 words
Chapter 12: Heart to heart with a changeling3,273 words
Chapter 13: Chains for a changeling5,121 words
Epilogue for a changeling2,685 words

Chapter 12: Heart to heart with a changeling

And now, after the long awaited break:

"Mare!" The disguised changeling practically yelled at the mare as she still continued to ignore him, his existence practically gone from her absence, all the while from when they left the market to now, which is the pair standing at the door to the pony's house as she unlocked it and let herself in.

"Mare!" The male tried once again to get the female's attention, which she almost vehemently ignored as she stepped into her house, the boxes of fruit and stuff shuffling themselves in as they trailed behind the mare.

"Mare! For doth's sake." He called out again, unable to see the equine as the crates were blocking his view. Trying to sneak a peak at any openings that would be mildly funny if this was animated, he finally stopped until the door was free for access to any as the mare made her way into the middle of the room.

"Stop ignoring thy and listen to thy!" The changeling commanded Fruit Heart, but alas, no avail, as she continued to reject the changelings orders and instead unhooked herself from the crates when they were back in the original position a few chapters back, then, silently, walked over, and then pass, the irritated changeling until she got to the open door.

Then closed, locked it and turned.

The non-pony, seeing this as some sort of sign, dropped his disguise as his body blew up in green flames or something like that and changed his figure back into his natural form. Now looking at the mare with a changeling's frown instead of a stallions frown he said, but in a much less quieter version. "Mare. Talk to thy. Thou art being impossible."

"YOU THINK I AM BEING IMPOSSIBLE!" The mare suddenly yelled at him, the abrupt and rapid yell made the changeling flinch in surprise, and before he could compose himself Fruit Heart got right into the changelings face.

"You're the one who scared off all my customers! You're the one who screamed at a freaking prince of this city! You're the one who now may make it hard, no, impossible to work ever AGAIN!" She screamed right at his face.

The changeling could only gulp down in air as he stayed wide-eyed with his bug-eyes at the pony. Though he may not have known her for very long, he could have at least guessed that she wasn't the type to raise her voice at anything. She just seemed so gentle and fragile that she would run away from danger at the first sign of trouble. Angry was not a word he would ever have used to describe her. Better words he would used would be calm, caring, loving...

Shaking his head and regaining his composure from both the sudden outburst and the...bizarre words that filtered though his head. *ahem* He looked back at the frowned mare and started to stare her down with his own frown.

"This is the thanks I get for saving thou's flank? Thou should be thanking thy, not yelling at thy." He said back angrily at Fruit Heart.

"And who says I needed saving?" She retorted back.

"None, but that didn't stop thy from doing it!"

"But why? Why did you do it? The prince was annoying, yes, but that I never asked for any help. I could have handle this on my own. I didn't need it. So why did you do it?"

"BECAUSE THY WANTED TO PROTECT THOU! ALRIGHT! THAT IS WHY!" He bellowed at her, his breathing loud and strong as he was trying to calm his exhaling and inhaling. "I..." he started, his tone more neutral and his composer returning. "Thy acted on instinct. Thu do not know why, but seeing that stallion hurt thou made thy annoyed. Thy wanted him to leave and make amends for his harsh words to thou." He finished.

Fruit Heart just stared at the changeling, half in shock, the other half in guilt. "I wasn't really hurt by his words. just upset a little." She said slowly.

"That doth not make it any better, though." He replied stoically.

Sighing to herself, Fruit Heart looked at him right in his eyes-er eye. "Thanks." She replied simply, before turning around. "And sorry." She said over her shoulder as she walked seamlessly into the kitchen.

Not deciding to follow, he just sat there in what could been seen as victory. And yet, he didn't feel any better. If anything he felt worse for practically screaming at her. It......just wasn't a victory at all. It felt bitter to him. Wrong. Even being apologized to didn't help at all, as these thoughts became muddled in his head.

Shaking his head, he decided to do the one thing his mind wanted him to do; talk to the mare in question.

Standing up and walking to the kitchen, he noticed the mare was not there, instead he looked more forward, to find a large glass sliding door, which is open I almost forgot to add, with a certain mare sitting down on what could be seen as a very small garden: covering only the width of the double patio doors, and barely that long, the sides of the garden were blocked by a simplistic, brown colored picket fence, a small array of various flowers twisted alongside it, and short, cut grass all in the middle. Right in the middle, however, the pony was looking down, he face unreadable due it being covered in hair in the changelings line of sight, at what appeared an arc-shaped slab of rock...a small gravestone?

Walking up to the open door, the changeling silently walked out of the door and sat next to the pony. Looking out, he noticed that this was garden was what is known to the the ponies as a balcony. Taking a look down, he noticed a row of house are underneath him, as if Fruit Heart's home, and the rest of the houses on her street where on a cliff face or something along those lines. In fact, all along the bottom of the cliff-face-street where nothing but houses. Taking a look left and right, he saw that only a few other homes had balcony's too, though none too near his position.

Looking back at the mare, he noticed how melancholy she is; her body downcast, her face unreadable, and her eyes fixed on the slab of rock centimeters away from face. A slight bit of tears can be seen on her eye if you look hard enough. It was then he noticed leaning on the stone was a rectangle piece of parchment, better known as a photograph.

Trying not to disturb the mare, the changeling, without making a noise, leaned his head nearer to get a better look at the photo. He felt his neck crane a bit as he squinted at the image by the rock.

Before he had to move his whole body to get a better look at the photo, he almost jumped back in surprise as the photograph floated towards him mysteriously. Quickly recovering from that, with a cough or two probably, he saw that Fruit Heart was handing the photo to him with her left hoof, he face had not changed the slightest, however.

"Here." She said in a tone that could almost be called a whisper. Taking the paper without a second word, of a first word for that matter, he examined. In it, he noticed on it where three smiling ponies looking dead at him. His curiosity heightened even more. On the left was a mare, a pegasus to be exact, with a grey coat, a light yellow long hair caught in a bun and a pair of red thin-skimmed glasses. She appeared to be smiling, if only slightly. In the middle, stood a young pony, and earth filly to be exact, with a cheerful disposition, with a similar light brown coat and an off-yellow mane, practically like-

Doth this be thou Fruit Heart in her younger days? He thought to himself, know wondering why the mare had shown this picture to him. He noticed how cute and innocent she looked back then. Actually she still looks cute right now.

Trying to keep that thought away from his mind with a Why doth I keep thinking about that mare like this? He said to himself he glanced down back at the picture in his holy hoof. And then it came to him: If this be an image of a younger mare...then the one on the left must doth be. *click* her birthmother.

So...that should mean that the one her right should be And he was right in what he had thought, and his eyes could not get any more wider.

On the smaller pony's left (the changelings right, don't forget) was indeed a stallion but not one he would have expected to be. The stallion was a of purest white, his body almost shining, with a mane of various blue. No horn was seen on his head or any wings on his back, so he guessed he was an earth pony. But these are not what made his eyes bulge; what did was the glistening plates of seaming gold strapped to him, the metal grasped around his hard, lining his mane into a mohawk as his hooves were surround by more hardened mineral. His eyes have these this ensemble before, not too long ago in fact, not long before he met Fruit Heart, it was the official garments of a

Soldier?! Her father is a-

"Canterlot Guard." Fruit Heart interrupted his thought. Looking up, his eyes met hers, her solemn not lessened even a little bit. Her figure betraying her sudden perceptive mind.

She turned her head away from him and turned back to the rock. Being silent for a few awkward seconds, she spoke up again, as she slightly petted the stone.

"This isn't his real gravestone." The changeling cocked his head in actual interest. "His real grave is in an actual cemetery set up solely for guards. This is just a fake gravestone." Looking at the now rather noticeably small gravestone, he can see the words written:

Raven Shield

ANM 965-993

Looking back at her, he decided to speak exactly what was on his mind; "What doth happened to him? If thou...don't mind saying."

Turning her head back to him, she replied "Died on field, I've been told." The changeling cocked his head again. "I don't know much else, before you ask. That's what me and my mother was told. *sigh* That was all we were told." She said somberly. "I just....they never said what by...who by....even how by...they just, turned up one day at our home with the equestrian flag wrapped up underneath his four sabaton's and just...laid they information on to me and my mum. Didn't even give us a second to brace ourselves or anything. They just said that and left."

She carried on slowly. "I was just a filly back then. Yet the memory still feels fresh in my mind. Can you imagine if one day you found out one of your parents just died then and there?" She asked him.

The changeling couldn't properly respond to that. Sure he, like every other changeling in the colony, was the child of Queen Chrysalis herself, she being the literal mother of the swarm. But again, she was the queen, and acted more like their commander most of the time as opposed to an mother, and they her soldiers instead of a child, but still. His father, like, also, every other changeling in the swarm, knew not who the father is. Or even was. He never heard of the changeling queen having a king, or even something so little as a consort. He sometimes thought there never was king in the first place; but then why is he male then? Such questions he had to leave out of his mind, and concentrate back on to the question the pony had asked him.

He shook his head, but then asked "But what about thou birthmother? I see no grave for her."

Giving him a questionable look, but didn't bother to notice herself, she replied "She's still alive actually." She said lightly, the changeling moving his head nearer to get a better listen. "She doesn't ive here though. She lives in Cloudsdale, being a pegasus and all, working in the weather district. Something to do with paperwork more than actual special work, that's what I know of."

"She doesn't come round much, really. Too busy.

At least, that's what I hope of."

An awkward silence filled the air as she looked back down at the gravestone. The changeling placing the picture, which for all intensive purposes was still in his hoof and he had forgotten all about it for a minute or two, he laid it back against the rock, Fruit Heart giving out a sniffle as she barely even noticed it being placed down.

Then the changeling said something that surprised both of them.

"Doth thou hate thy?"

"..wh...what?" Fruit Heart replied, uncertain of what he just said.

"Doth thou...hate...me?" Almost spitting out the last word in a non-hateful manner.

Slowly she shook her head. "I don't hate you." She said honestly. "I....really, I don't think I ever can hate you."

"Yet, thou art a member of thee Empire. I was an enemy of thee Empire. Even thou father was a soldier of thee Empire. Thus, thou should hate thy. I doth not understand why thou do't hate me now, even when thy had made thou upset. Thou still say you don't hate me? I don't see."

Fruit Heart couldn't help but suppress a small giggle. "You don't understand ponies at all, do you?"

"Thy understand enough to carry out thy missions." He said back.

"But not enough to understand their feelings."

The changeling couldn't reply to that.

I should have thought as such. "Listen...changeling, ponies don't tend to think that way. They don't see the world as black and white, they see it as many colors and shades. They see good. They see bad. But they also see in-between. They don't hate something, or even somebody, without a good reason. At least those who are respectable don't."

"What I'm trying to get at here is that I don't hate you. I've never hated you. Even with the invasion, I still never gave myself a reason to hate you specifically. I didn't know what you had done yourself. I don't even know your own name, let alone all the things you had done that can be considered evil."

The changeling took a few moments to process what she had said. Each line made him think more and more, not just in ponies as a whole, but largely to the mare in question. He finally spoke after too much time.

"Thou art a wise and true creature, Fruit Heart, too wise too be talking to thy."

Fruit Heart couldn't help but hide her blush, looking both down and away. "You...didn't have to put it like that."

"And to illiterate, thy doth not have a name."

Fruit Heart looked back up to him in astonishment. "What do others call you then? They must refer to you as something."

"Other changelings in thy storm refer to each other in the giving numbers we are assigned from birth. If one of us dies, the next born changeling is given that number."

"For example, thy's name would be number 69." He said proudly.

Fruit Heart tried her best not to laugh. Her hoof covered her mouth as to not let a peep go out, her cheeks swelling to comical levels so as not to offend the changeling. Her eyes dared to pop out of their sockets. Her blush and redder than ever.

"What doth be wrong." He said in a rare innocent tone.

"Nothing nothing!" She said quickly, dismissing him with a wave. "It's just..."

"Just..." He repeated

"Just...not used to hearing a pony, or any other talking animal, refer to themselves with a number not a name."

"Like thy said, I hath not need for a name. Doth thou think thy need a name?"

"Well...all ponies have a name. Why don't I give one to you then?"

"What name should though give thy then...wait what name did thou call thy before." He said in thought.

"What Scarface?" The changeling immediately held up his hoof. "From now on, thy shalt be referred to in future reference to as Scarface."

Didn't I call it a ridiculous name She shrugged off this thought.

"It seems to suite you though." She said to him. He nodded in return, before saying something.

"So...thou, really don't hate thy? Not even a little bit?"

In response, the mare turned her body around to face him, before leaning forward to wrap her hooves around his midsection, as she rested her head on his shoulder, the male's body going rigid as he felt his first hug ever!

It felt...right. Like...right.

Moving her head off of him and letting loose her hooves a little bit, an action that the changeling seemed to dislike, she faced him as his head was inches from her own. "I don't hate you at all, not even a little bit."

The changeling breathed in slowly as his voice, no, his mind said to her "Thou art a wonderful mare, Fruit Heart." His brain becoming aware of he fact her body starting shifting forward slowly, her face coming closer to his own as her eyes start to shut and her mouth start to lid open, his body telling him to move away but his mind said to stay as it even said to move himself more forward to meet her own as suddenly-

She kissed him.

His mind exploded at the touch as he felt love, actual, true delicious, consuming, all powerful love inject itself into him. This was not the like any love he felt before. This had no venom, no malice, no hate deluding the taste to what it should be. This was pure, non-distilled, tasteful incredible love. The kind he never knew existed, the kind he never wanted to stop existing. And it was all...coming from her. He wrapped his holed hooves around her midsection, his body leaning into hers, his eye closing as well.

He kissed back

Author's Note:

Unedited. No guess why.

If there's any mistakes, don't hesitate to say. Will fix immediately.

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