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…