A changeling is clueless as to what it should expect outside of its hive, a story of new beginnings and love.
After the unfortunate passing of changeling queen chit the denizens of her dying hive must separate, and few know what to expect outside of the 'comforting' embrace of its long passages, this is the story of one, a tale involving love, loss and feelings our chitinous friend could never have believed could come from a food source.
Logic: a changeling does not have sexual organs and as such does not have a gender, the queen reproduces asexually by taking genetic information from love pools, and mixing it with its own, the information exists because the changelings randomised genetic code means love given to the hive is encoded in a way no other changeling has, this is then purified, bad genes leaving 3/4 of the time and good genes leaving 1/4 of the time, the queen then fertilises using this information, love is stored in a domesticated larvae named feta larvae, much like fat cells in the human body, and is shared using the known green love iquor you see in the show, this is drank, love is absorbed directly as a chemical all love giving animals make when love is needed, this chemical produces a similar green iquor in the changelings mouth, but this iquor is not as wanted as it is less refined than in the hive.
It was dead, our home was dead, with no feta larvae being produced the hives energy sources had ran low, queen chit would have fixed in a second, but queen chit, well, she wasn't strictly as alive as she used to be, no she was actually quite dead, in the words of one of the changelings best and most rebound philosophers once I saw a ponies head and an anvil temporarily become one, it was fine but I'm pretty sure changelings can't survive that., we were not known for our philosophers, but we were known for our high quality anvils, a clumsy drone on one fine...cave day just so happened to be passing one over our mighty rulers head, at least it was quick.
No, that was the past, approximately three weeks in the past, without direction we quickly ran out of food, or feta larvae, we have had to leave, the scouters and collecters told stories of the sun, as our queen circulated the love fluid round our hive, their sun God circulated the sun round ou-their world, as much as we lived within the planet equuis we were somehow not part of it, now I stand not metres away from the exit, I put one hoof on front of the other, it's so close I can- "hurry up!" Exclaimed drone #1043748
"Yeah, quit your existential crisis and MOVE, or do you want to die of hunger" said drone #1002344
Coming out of my stoop I rather eloquently claimed "b...but what if...if there's still love down in the caves, let me go check", I took a run for it, " NO!, all you'll find is death, stay here or join the rotting hive", it explained "no I...I, okay, you have a point, but I can't shapeshift, what'll I do" pausing he said simply," not my problem, now MOVE! "
Looking down at my gaping hooves I dejectedly began pacing to the exit, I would learn, I would have to learn, or death would be a reality that I would have to face, so stuck in my mortified state, I never took the fleeting second to look at the slowly rising dawn, or was it sunset, now that I thought about it I must have considered it. Knowing the state of day takes at least 1.5489005 seconds so I must of took the time. It was beautiful.
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I woke, had I fallen asleep, I must've, using my antenna I quickly scanned for even a single changeling, three, one I could see, it was sobbing quietly to itself, not really being the best comforter I turned to find the others. "Wait" ,turning I see it's face, a drone...obviously "they all left, I was about to but, I don't know you and I know that you don't know me, but if we stick together maybe we can find a love source together" subconsciously I noted the two other changelings leaving my antenna range, this guy seemed alright,"alright."
"really, wow, okay", taking a look up close I realised afew noticeable attributes, one fang was shorter than the other, taking a look at its back I noticed a birth mark, a dim blue mark covering the space between its leg and it's shoulder blade, it didn't resemble anything I hear something but can't quite make it out, " what was that?"
"I said your name, what's your name," it asked cautiously.
"1075555" I responded
Chuckling it said "lucky, I'm 1000046"
I was lucky to have my number, few have more than two numbers in a row, as culture goes, four in a row is considered lucky, smiling I responded "you too."
Chit - clamour twilea or 'hard to get into fort' was placed in the direct center of one of the hottest deserts on equuis, it was so hot that skin was known to flake off visually as you walked, at least for those with skin, this, as you can imagine is a great threat to the weary traveler, or it would be if the desert wasn't 100 metres in diameter, it was theorised by ancient changeling tunnelers that any traveler with a brain larger than a peanut would walk around the 'desert' through the Forrest, not that anything remotely intriguing sat in the middle, unless of course you feel the need to explore a medium sized lump of sand.
This is why it is a perfect place to put a secret changeling hive, it hides in plain site, and it's almost impossible to get to... Unless it's night... Or you have suncream on... Or you don't have skin, ancient changeling tunnelers weren't amazingly intelligent, the desert sits in the centre of a Forrest, this Forrest is so boring that noone, not even the most daring, excitable traveler could stand to make from one side to the other unless they have a distraction.
To the west there's the mighty snowy plains, to the south the zebrican homeland, to the east we have the city of stalliongrad and finally to the north, the beautiful land of equestrian, quite a bit more interesting than the Forrest most would go that way, equestria is an amazing place of perfect heat, perfect weather, perfect season's and most of all, perfect pink piping ponies, a fool would and only a fool would pick any other destination had they been left with nothing else.
"...I don't know but it's better south then, nowhere" it claimed, zoning out.
Equestria was known to be the collectors favourite spot, this was because everything just seemed so much happier there, stories told of rainbow waterfalls and planned weather, (not that i cared about the latter) it waswhere dreams were made, too bad they never told us where equestria was "would've been better ifthe others could tell us which way equestria is" I said, concluded.
Getting up drone 1000046 attempted to take note of its surroundings, "uuuuuum, hey look, that's the, uh",putting a hoof to it's head and scrunching up it's face it looked as if in deep thought.
" are you alr-."
"SOUTH STAR, it's the south star, if we walk...toward it we'll go south." It quickly began pacing in said direction.
"Um...okay" quickly getting up off of the sandy ground I began to follow.
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And so began the trek to end all treks, by a chance of almighty amounts of luck, (and stupidity) our 'heroes' took off for the north, what will they find, who will they meet, how many drastic changes will the author make, well find out in the next chapter of 1075555
Equuis's most uninteresting Forrest floor lay littered with twigs and stones, it's short but brancheless trees made it impossible to climb, and a thick canopy prevented little more than a few slivers of light to reach the woodland floor, this made it quite hard to see, and the twigs made it quite hard to walk in, especially if capable of getting into small, leg shaped caverns, in this case, two particularly unfortunate changelings were next to experience this fate.
"Ow-ow-ow...why's this Forrest here anyway, ow!" It exclaimed, rather blamingly.
"Because if there wasn't a Forrest we would be under the full pelt of that sun thing" I said with much grace, not a single bit of spite broke through to be seen by that annoying stupid loud obnoxious...only changeling within a thousand square kilometres.
"When can we sit down, it's been at least three hours" dejectedly I responded.
"Actually it's been two and I thought you stocked up on love!"
It responded "I did it's just, well, do you wanna know why I was sobbing outside the hive?" Turning I responded inquisitively.
"Um, okay" he began.
"I...I have a problem with my...my circulation, I can't strictly...keep in as much as most changelings can, a...andi thought for sure that if I, y'know, didn't have someling to go with I woul-" I cut him off.
"You wouldn't make it," scuffing my hooves I continued, "we could rest for a bit...sorry"
"It's fine" resting it's head against a tree it efficiently ended the conversation.
"What're we gonna do, what are we going to do, this Forrest is so boring that I haven't seen a single leaf fall without seeing a completely even trajectory, not a single Peking bird has pecked, not one deer has scamperedand worst of all no ponies have approached us with the undying will to give us it's love!" I stompedmy hooves in defiance,"what're we gonna do, we've no love to eat, no stars to guide us and no path to remedy my aching hooves!"taking a seat beside my chitinous friend I decided to take that moment to have an angry staring competition with the woodland floor."
"that could help," it said, pointing to the, admittedly obvious, gravel pathway.
"Uh, well, I guess that could work" getting up I directed my attention to the sign not 100 metres away."say, do you read equestrian. "
"Where would I learn equestrian?" It said, matter of factly,
"Just hoping"
The sign itself had the words equestria, 124.7 kilometres thataway, and above it pointing in the other direction town of complete and utter love for any to enter 2.24 kilometres, changelings permitted, but of course, you couldn't know that now could you.
"I think we should gooooo that way" I said pointing down the path facing the sun.
"Okay, whatever you say"
And so they continued their journey toward equestria.
The darkened halls fell quietly to oblivion, only the naked murmurs of friends and loved ones took jabs attention, what they said saddened jab, no, it infuriated IT, why, it thought, why can they not leave it be, jab was born with it's mark, it did not mean anything, jab was young, but jab was smart, it could understand their words, harsh as they were, a queen could not be so imperfect, fangs uneven, love storage low, and a mark stuck permanently to it's arm, no, they must find another,"a more perfect changeling" they'd say, "jabs no good" they'd say, and they were right. The walls return, it is too late, hope has already left me
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It's eyes shoot open, a dream, no, closer to a memory, it'd rather forget about its past, the hive was dead now now, quickly forgetting the nightmare drone 1000046 looked over its companion, it wondered if it had ever considered a name, a real one, what they had was an assignment, a number that has no reason than to fill the role it was given at birth.
Changelings have surprisingly hard carapaces, this means that, if the need ever irises, they have the capability to sleep in any position on any terrain. As these two drones currently were, with that jab fell quietly back to the oblivion it despised of each waking moment.