I wake up, heart beating quickly. I had another one of the dreams. They were scenes of my life I couldn't remember.. what was with that pink thing? It kept squirming, like me. And what about that blue one? She seemed.. familiar. She looked like me, but older. I shake my head, hooves pressed into the sides of my face. Better forget it.. I'd never figure it out. My horn glowed, as I pick something off the floor. Just a text book, labeled 'How to win a war.' By another changeling. I was trying to get into the military, so I could be on the front lines. I sighed, placing it on the bed. The green glow rom my horn subsided, as I looked at the book a last time. I shook my head, and got dressed.
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I walked downstairs, and looked at my mom. Her white eyes looked me over. She smiled, and replied "Hello, Thundy! You've slept in today." I groan. "Mom, don't call me Thundy. You might as well call me 'Baby Cakes'." I point out, sarcastically. I took a peek out the window, and to any other pony would have started a panic. Hundreds of Changelings walked around the streets, going on with their business. I just shrugged, and turned back to my mom. She was a Changeling to. "Mom, can I go out?" I ask, hoof on the door. She sighed, and nodded her head 'yes.' I squealed, and ran out the door. A changeling waved me over, and I smiled. "Hey, Witz." I greeted the changeling in front of me. He grinned, showing his pointed teeth. Why am I so different?.. I wondered. I was a Changeling, after all. Why did I have to be softer, and more colorful? My parents had told me I was a rare type of Changeling, who already had a host's body growing on me...
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I shudder, having a flashback at something. The lesson on how to take over a host's body. You sunk your fangs anywhere that could store our I.D. Blood, saliva, and fur were the most common. Are body would 'save' the I.D for later use, to transform us into the host's form. It still gave me a bit of the shudders, the images they showed us. I could feel Witz's gaze trek across my face. "What's the matter?" He asked. Witz brushed a strand stray of mane away from my face with a pale black hoof. It was for kindness, not romance. me and Witz didn't have anything in common, really. I could be stone cold, and he was the nicest changeling is history. I was about to reply, when a deep voice spoke. "Miss Thunderclap? The queen would like to see you." I turn my head, to see a large, darker Changeling. He was a guard. As more came around him, I knew a fight was either going to break out, or I was in trouble.