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EH Chapter 18 - What Makes A Nymph Anyway?Callie cocked her head as she caught the look between Bombyx and Ampelus. It made her curious, at least until she remembered the festive nymph's request; she'd asked her not to reveal what she was to the guests. It made her cringe a little to remember that she almost had. Well, it wasn't surprising. As Breezy Plume had said, 'it takes a monster to know a monster'.EH Chapter 18 - What Makes A Nymph Anyway? by mechafone
The look on Ampelus' face was not a look to be ignored. It made Bombyx nervous, to the point that her breathing had become erratic. The three others not glaring at her turned to stare at her. It took just a moment for Spark Storm to realize that Ampelus was the only one trying to kill her with her eyes. "What the - Ampelus! What is your problem?"
"...She is a nymph."
Spark nearly replied with an angry 'so?', but the news of another nymph quieted him. Could this possibly be one of elder Orea's children? No...not possible. This nymph looked to be at least Ampelus' age, perhaps younger. Didn't that take hundreds of years? His ow
EH Chapter 17 True Character pt 2Spark Storm stared at the huge building before him. Huge? he thought. Huge doesn't even begin to cover it...this thing is so big I doubt I'd see the whole thing from the air! "Ampelus...what did you call this thing? A bio dome? What does your father do here?"EH Chapter 17 True Character pt 2 by mechafone
The nymph shrugged with a lightly soured frown. "I don't really know. He grows things in there. So far as I can tell, he's, uh..."cultimated" different places of the world and keeps them inside this building somehow. There are different places inside, like mountains, deserts, tropical forests...some places with temperatures I've never even felt before." Her tone had gone from frustrated and disgusted to awed in a single sentence, something that Spark tried not to notice, for her sake. Ampelus was trying not to be impressed, and she was failing.
Spark glanced at his friend. Wait, friend? Had the two of them really come this far? Time and again this question came up in the pegasi's head, and even though he still had to
The story of Noisome Mist. Chapter 3. Part 1. CHAPTER 3 PONYVILLE.The story of Noisome Mist. Chapter 3. Part 1. by happyshorty
Part 1. Arrival
Walking the path in to Ponyville Mist and Tyler talk openly to one another. The barrier of Mist's secret gone she voices her fears to Tyler. "I know you said you touched me while I was immaterial and that nothing happened but when I am like that I draw life from other living things. I'm dangerous when I 'm like that. The sun does it, It turns me from solid to Immaterial. In the bright sun of midday I'm almost invisible, just a shimmering image like heat rising off the sun baked desert." Mist explains to Tyler. She feels so relieved not to have to keep anything from him.
"But I did touch you and wasn't harmed. That timber wolf must of touched you as well and it wasn't harmed. It just looked confused as it walked off, oh and not so evil and vicious either." Tyler responds. "I think you took its darkness away" he adds with an encour
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There's only a week left before the Summer Sun Celebration and the whole town is getting set up for the arrival of Princess Celestia. This is quite an occasion for the ponies, and I am proud to be a part of it. This also marks the second celebration I've been in Ponyville, and the first time they've held it here in a long time, as I understand it.
This is so exciting, and terrifying for me. I'm excited because I get to be a part of a major pony event, but the princess herself will be here, which means there'll be guards all over the place and if I'm discovered I'll need to make a run for it, or I'll be taken away. I hope it won't come to that. I love this town and every pony in it, excluding the ones like Buck Rogers who've been picking on me and my new friends for the last two years.
Buck Rogers acts like a rich snob who's better than everypony else and if you so much as cross his path you get snapped at. He's so bad that we made kind of a joke about it. Whenever something annoying or anything that gets us frustrated we say "buck rogers!" as if it was a substitute for "horse feathers" or "horse apples". Jet's the one who started it and it gets on Roger's nerves and it makes us smile, so we keep it up.
Anyway, I need to get some sleep. Jet and I have to get up early tomorrow to help get a few clouds rearranged for the day as cloud wranglers.
Zuro signed and finished his diary before he put it away on a small shelf built into his desk in his bedroom. The room was lightly decorated with a few pictures here and there on the walls. A portable mirror stood on the right side of the desk and on the other side of the room was a bed covered with a single blanket and pillow and was well made.
He got up from his desk and trotted over to the bed, letting his pony form die down as he lay down and let out a happy sigh. The bed was a lot more comfortable than sleeping on a bunch of leaves and animal fur piled on a stone floor. He did not miss living in the mountains beyond the dark forest, but he did miss his family at times.
About a month after Zuro moved in the small town his father began making regular visits to check up on him and give him reports on how things were going back at home. Anorum was a nervous wreck, constantly thinking about her first child and what may happen to Zuro. Gnator was deeply upset with Zuro's decision to leave and started spending more time away from the house and with new friends, more often causing trouble for others than anything else. Dili was as cheerful as ever for her big brother. She did miss him at times, but for the most part she was happy for him. Vitam showed fear for his son, however he was willing to let things go, knowing full well all must move on in life.
Apart from his immediate family, the hive also found a new monarch. A changeling named Chrysalis was named Queen of the Changelings and immediately began leading the hive with an iron will. She inspired loyalty in her subjects and began building up a new order to lead them out of starvation. Oddly enough, she had no ties to the royal family or high council and no one had ever heard of her before. How this random changeling became queen in these times was beyond Zuro, but it is what it is.
Zuro was concerned about Gnator. His younger brother looked up to him as a role model and wanted to be like him, but since Zuro left, Gnator had been degrading in morality and the standards they grew up with. He smiled when he thought of his little sister and admired her sweet, gentle and high spirit. She always was a highlight in his life and he loved her so much he would not think twice in calling himself her guardian if the situation called for it. And every time his father would leave for home, Zuro would ask him to tell his mother he was alright and that he could take care of himself now.
Zuro lay on the bed staring at the ceiling with his thoughts swimming around his new life. He reached over to a clock placed on a nightstand next to his bed and turned on the alarm for six o'clock in the morning. He placed the clock back on the stand, then lay his head on the pillow of his bed. He almost instantly fell asleep.
The town was low with activity this early in the morning, except for the pegasi who worked with the clouds. One mare in particular was very good at clearing the sky. She could clear the clouds in just ten seconds and had proven to Zuro when he first met her shortly after getting a job as a cloud wrangler.
Zuro opened the door to his new home and was met with 'Hey Guard' and a hug from a bright red pegasus stallion with orange mane with a yellow stripe through it. Zuro returned the hug as he felt the love of a brother coming from Jet Blast.
"Hey, Jet!" Zuro laughed. The two let go of each other and hoof bumped.
"Did you sleep well last night, Guard?" Jet asked.
Zuro smiled at his given name. He did go by his birth name when he first came into town, but a few short weeks after moving in, the two got themselves in a bit of trouble with some wild woodland critters, and Zuro saved Jet's life. Multiple times after that, Zuro helped save Jet's life and the life of others. He nearly lost his own life a few times, but his actions earned him the title, Guardian and, Jet never let the name die.
"Yes I did." Zuro answered. "How about you?"
"Great!" Jet answered. Zuro closed the door to his home and the two took to the skies to begin their work day. "Hey, guess what." Jet asked.
"What's up?" Zuro replied.
"Guess." Jet persisted. Zuro thought about it for a minute before his mind trailed to the celebration coming up. Ponies near and far would be coming to see the princess raise the sun. Quite possibly Jet had some friends, or family he wanted him to see.
"You have friends coming over for the celebration?" He asked.
"Yup." Jet answered. "My cousin, Angel is not only coming for the celebration, she's moving in! I think you'd like her."
"Really?" Zuro asked.
"Yup." Jet replied. The two flew towards Cloudsdale, the large cloud city in the sky not far from the small, peaceful town. They flew in through the streets that were filled with pegasi flying around as they started their day.
Up ahead at the other end of the great city was a large factory generating clouds through chimneys, rainbow streams fell from the edge of the great cloud as the factory was settled right at the end of the city, and some pegasi were packing clouds to be spread to other locations in the land while others began moving the clouds towards the town below.
"Y'know, Guard," Jet called, "I'll never get over how amazing this city is!"
"Maybe you should move here, then." Zuro stated as they landed in the factory.
"Nah. Who would I have to save my flank when I'm feeling mischievous?" Zuro shook his head as he rolled his eyes up.
"You two planning on getting into trouble again?" Zuro and Jet stopped and turned around to find a cyan blue mare with a rainbow mane and tail landing behind them.
"Hey, Dash!" Jet called as he hoof bumped the weather manager.
"Hello, Rainbow Dash." Zuro added as he raised his hoof up to her. She took it in one hoof and bumped it with her free one.
"You bump hooves like this, Guardian." She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Ah, don't be rough on him. He'll never change." Jet said. Zuro smiled sheepishly at his best friends words.
I certainly hope I don't have to. He thought to himself.
"Why would we want him to?" Rainbow asked. "Now, c'mon! We've got work t' do, and we have newbies to train!" With that, the three took off to begin setting the weather for the day. They flew over to a batch of clouds hovering over the city, waiting to be carried off to their scheduled places above the town below. Zuro and Jet Blast began to move the clouds as they normally did.
"Hold up, boys." Rainbow called. The two stallions both looked to their manager with a curious expression on each of their faces. "The new recruits aren't here yet. I wanna see what they know." Zuro gave his head an understanding nod while Jet just shrugged.
They waited there for several minutes with nothing to do and Rainbow refused to start the workday until the new recruits arrived, which set them back quite a bit.
"Um... excuse us?" Came a voice that pulled the three from there own worlds. Hovering a few feet away from the trio was a green pegasus mare with brown main and tail shying behind a grey stallion with buzzed mane and short tail. Both were young, more so then Zuro, and both looked nervous, the mare more then the colt.
"We're looking for Rainbow Dash...?" The stallion said.
"You're the new recruits?" Rainbow asked.
"... yes." The stallion answered with a nervous nod of his head.
"About time, you're late!" Rainbow stated flatly.
"Rainbow, let's not be harsh on them." Zuro told Rainbow calmly. "They are new, after all." He turned to the two with a smile on his face. "My name is Zuro, this is Rainbow Dash," he gestured to the cyan mare, then to the red stallion, "... and this is my best friend, Jet Blast."
"I'm Grey Gale, and this is my little sister, Rose Peddle." The stallion replied as he gestured to himself and the mare behind him. Zuro smiled at the amount of love flowing between the two, it made him think of Dili.
"I have a younger brother and sister myself." He said with a smile. "They don't live here though." Rainbow flew in to stop what she new would delay them further.
"Okay, Guardian, you can socialize with your new friends later. Right now, we have work t' do." With that, the manager began barking orders to the four pegasi, and their work day began, and it was going to be a long one at that.
Zuro was now alone on a cloud hovering over the edge of the Everfree Forest just outside of town, where he could relax in his changeling form. The day was long with Grey Gale and Rose Peddle. The two knew nothing about cloud wrangling, and it was getting on Rainbow and Jet's nerves. Rainbow chewed them out a few times, and Zuro was afraid he would need to jump in and stop Jet from tackling somepony.
Zuro lay on his lone cloud alone and deep in thought about his family and hive. Dili would be turning five soon and from what his father told him she had gotten very good at changing to ponies. Maybe he could arrange things so she could come and visit him for a few days.
He was concerned for his younger brother, Gnator. Lately they have been hearing less and less from him. He had just turned fourteen in the past few weeks and ever since Zuro left, his bother had been growing more and more separated from his family.
Zuro spent so much time lost in thought he barely had time to change to his pony form before the two ponies he just felt coming his way got to close. He quickly positioned himself on his back, tucking his hooves under his head and closed his eyes to give off the appearance he was just relaxing. He felt a level of love between the two and heard the sound of flapping wings growing closer.
"There you are, Guard!" Came the voice of Jet. Zuro opened his eyes and looked up to see Jet hovering with a mare. She was a light blue with deep blue mane and tail, and white wings for her cutie mark. "Angel, this is Guardian." Jet said as he gestured to his friend who was looking at them upside-down. "Guard, this is my cousin, Angel Wings." Angel smiled at Zuro as she waved a hoof.
"Hey." She said. Zuro turned over on his belly and smiled up at her.
"Hello." He said. "Guardian is just what the townsponies call me. My real name is Zuro." At that moment he felt a spark come from her.
"Why do they call you, Guardian?" She asked. Zuro looked puzzled and turned to Jet.
"You haven't told her?" He asked.
"Nope." Jet said as he shook his head.
"I'm surprised." Zuro said. "With all the times I've saved your flank, I'd think you'd tell everypony you could about me."
"You saved Jet?" Angel asked.
"Many times." Zuro answered. "Mostly from wild bears he annoyed."
"That sounds like my cousin for you." Angel stated.
"Hey!" Jet cried. Zuro and Angel both laughed at this. Jet protested at first, but soon joined in. "Well, I'm starving. What do ya say we go and get a treat?"
"I'm game." Angel said.
"Sure, let's go." Zuro stated with a proud smile. The three took off back toward the town to spend the rest of the day together. They had a late lunch, or early dinner, exchanging stories and sharing laughs as they enjoyed their meal. Zuro was being well fed with the steady levels of love coming from each of the pegasi whom he spent his time with.
When the day was almost done and Celestia's sun was nearly set, the three said their goodbyes for the day and went their separate ways. Jet left for his new home near Sugarcube Corner, Angel had an apartment at the end of town, and Zuro flew towards his home by the road to the apple farm.
Today was pretty average apart from all the new faces I've seen and new friend I've made thanks to Jet.
There were new recruits at work today and they were a pain. They knew nothing about cloud wrangling and I was afraid I would have to step in and stop Jet from tackling one of them. He always was a bit short with the slow ones. He always calls that one mare, Ditzy Doo, Derpy Hooves because of her eyes. She's a bit slow, but she's a nice mare and a great mother. The love between her and her daughter, Dinky is very strong, it's intoxicating.
Jet introduced me to his cousin, Angel Wings. She is very nice and already I can feel something sparking from her. It may be a fluke, but I find her rather attractive, she's my age and it's obvious for a changeling she likes me.
I'm getting ahead of myself here. I must be at that point were I want somepony to share my life with.
My father should be coming over to visit before long, and Dili is turning five soon. Maybe I can have dad bring her over to see me as a birthday present. I know she would love that, and it would be nice to introduce my friends to some of my family.
Anyway, the day is out and I've been asked to help with some of the preparation for the celebration tomorrow, so I better get some sleep.
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Tomorrow, I turn sixteen, and I'm so excited, and terrified at the same time. I'm so excited because, as of tomorrow, I can go out on my own to start my life. But I'm terrified because the life I want to live is not very accepting to one of my kind, and I doubt my parents, especially my mother, will allow me to leave without a bit of a fuss. My mother has always been protective of her family and taught us right. My father has always been the more understanding of the two and gave us a more reasonable freedom while keeping us on a leash.
Anyway, the life I wanna live is that of a pony's. I have always been fascinated by the ponies’ way of life and have wondered what it would be like to live among them. I know that will sound odd to the ponies who read this and don't know what I am. So if you're a pony who's reading this diary and still don't know what I am, you're about to find out, and I hope you will still trust me if we are friends.
I better get to bed. It's almost midnight and I have a long, early day ahead of me. I will go talk to my parents, and even if they say no, I'll go and try to live with the ponies anyway. Wish me luck.
Zuro reread the words he just wrote in his diary and smiled at them. He closed the book then slid it inside a pony saddlebag his father had just got for him earlier last week as an early birthday present. His father knew how much he loved ponies, but that was no big secret. After all, a changeling must seek love from the other races to gain their magical power, and ponies were the closest race to their hive. The dragons lived in hot and dangerous areas such as volcanoes, and the griffons were more common across the borders. Wild animals were just too unpredictable to be around, and everything else was either too impossible or nonexistent in this day and age.
Zuro looked up to a picture on his desk and smiled. The picture showed two ponies: a strapping blue unicorn stallion with a beautiful pink pegasus mare. The stallion was his father, way before he was born, in a pony disguise. He’d slipped into a small town and found the single mare and beloved her and was well fed with love energy in return. Zuro probably would have been a hybrid if that mare was more accepting. His father had fallen so deeply in love with that mare that he wanted to confess to her, but when he told her what he was, she broke it off and they went their separate ways.
As he stared at the two ponies in the picture, he imagined a pony persona for himself to allow him to roam the streets of the towns in Equestria freely without striking fear into the hearts of the citizens. He did favor the color blue, but he wanted a brighter shade than his father used, and he loved being able to fly, so the pony 'pegasus' was the most reasonable choice for him. He could find a job as a weather pony when he got in to sustain himself financially while gaining friends to sustain him with love energy, and he liked the sound of that.
He closed his eyes to better imagine himself as a pony and allowed his magic to course through his body. He felt one brief moment of strong vibrations and heat. After a minute, he opened his eyes and looked at his hooves to find they were covered in the blue fur and no longer filled with holes like he imagined. He got up and ran to a bare wall. He allowed his changeling horn to appear and illuminated it at the wall, causing it to reflect his image back at him.
He smiled at his new look. He was a young pegasus colt with a rich blue coat and black mane. He spread his wings and admired them, turning his body left and right to get a better look at himself. Then his eyes shifted to his flank, which was still blank. He thought about what he remembered learning about pony culture.
"Let me see... it was called a sweet mark? No, a... a cutie mark. From what I can remember, the cutie mark is a very special mark on the pony flank to show what that pony's specific talent is, and only appears when that pony discovers said specific talent. What am I good at?"
He closed his eyes again and thought about things he was best at. "Hmm... what can I do?" He was very protective of his younger siblings and friends. "A shield? To show my protective side? I think that sounds good." And he enjoyed flying a lot. "Yeah! Some wings, too, for flying!" His thoughts sparked an idea, and in an instant, he felt magic coursing to his flank. He opened his eyes and saw a shield with wings placed firmly in front of a rain cloud with a lightning bolt striking below it.
He smiled at his new look, deeply satisfied with his work and growing more excited by the second. "I may not get any sleep at all tonight."
He let his magic die down and both his reflection on the wall and his pony disguise vanished, leaving him in his natural, black changeling form before he trotted over to a stack of leaves and wild animal fur that he had arranged into a rough makeshift bed. The animal fur kept him warm during the cold night hours and, added with the leaves, helped make it more comfortable on the rocky floor.
He set himself on the bed and repositioned himself a few times before finding a comfortable position and fought his excitement to try and sleep. What felt like hours was really only a few minutes before he fell right to sleep and dreamed about his future life as a pony.
Zuro woke up the next morning with a big yawn and a cracking stretch. He crept out of the haystack and arched his back up until it cracked, then he sighed with satisfaction. "Today's the day! Happy birthday, Zuro!" He gave his legs a good, long stretch before walking out of the room.
Zuro trotted through the halls into the family room, where he found his mother, Anorum, playing with his baby sister, Dili. His father, Vitam, was giving his younger brother, Gnator, quick lessons on transforming into creatures other than ponies. The results of Gnator's underdeveloped changeling powers were... not bad. Most of his transformations ended up looking more like the extinct draconequus of ancient times.
"Oh, good morning, Zuro!" his mother called with a happy smile when she looked up at him.
"Bubba!" his sister cried as she bolted for him. She ran up and pounced right into his chest, knocking him to his back. As he hit the ground, he laughed and wrapped his forelegs around her.
"Hey, Dili!" Zuro laughed as he hugged her. She nuzzled his chest with giggles and happy hums.
"Happy birthday, big bro!" His little brother shouted as he reverted to his natural form.
"Thank you, Gnator," Zuro replied, looking up from Dili to the young changeling who looked up to him.
"Happy birthday, son," his mother and father called out together. Zuro smiled and sat up with Dili in his hold and looked up at all of them.
"Thank you all," he replied.
"What bubba want? What bubba want?!" Dili asked excitedly as she bounced in his hold.
"Yes, what do you want for your birthday, hun?" Anorum asked.
Zuro's heart skipped a beat at the question. Now was the time for him to ask his question and he was scared his parents would completely reject him of his wish to join pony society. He took in a deep breath as he lifted his sister off of him so he could get to his hooves and she jumped right onto his back. He looked up at his sister with a smile before he turned to face his parents who were standing side by side, waiting for their son to answer and tell them his birthday wish.
"Mom, dad..." he began, "I would love to move to Equestria and live like a pony." He watched their expressions closely and noticed they were frozen in place. His brother was standing there with a look of joy, expectation, and a hint of fear, all while his sister sat on his back bouncing with joy.
"Bubba pony! Bubba pony!" She stopped and looked puzzled. "What a pony?"
"Dili, ponies are the creatures we change into to feed love off of," Gnator answered as he sat down and stared at Zuro in disbelief.
"Yay! Bubba pony!" Dili cheered as she clapped her holey hooves. Zuro turned to his mother now, waiting for her protest.
"Please, tell me you mean you just want to go and feed on love on your own for a few days," Anorum pleaded with fear rapidly increasing in her expression.
"No," he replied as he shook his head. "I mean I wanna live as a pony. For life." His mother let out a scream while his father looked as though he was thinking it through long and hard. His sister was jumping with joy and his brother looked rather unhappy about the whole thing.
"Live as a pony?" Anorum cried. "Have you any idea what they will do to you if they find out what you are?"
"Now, my love..." Vitam began only to have her shoot a sharp glare at him.
"No!" she spat. "You remember what happened to you when your pony friend found out what you are."
"Every changeling has to grow up sometime, and you know we can't survive without the other races," he explained as he ignored the memory of his past lover.
"The ponies fear and hate us," she countered. "That's why we hide amongst the couples to feed, not live with them."
"Yes, but mom," Zuro interrupted, "you know there have been times in the past when a changeling has gained a successful life with a pony."
"And were later rejected from the hive, or discovered by other ponies and chased out or locked away, or even terminated. I will not have that," she stated.
"Anorum, don't you think you're overreacting a little?" Vitam asked.
"Are you saying you want to send our son to his death, Vitam?" she asked.
"No, but..." he began.
"Then he's not going," she stated.
"Bubba pony! Bubba pony!" Dili cheered as she bounced on Zuro's back. They all looked over to Dili, who was now hugging the back of her big brother’s neck. The two had been very close since she was born, and it was plain she loved her big brother and he enjoyed every bit of it. Vitam looked to his wife, who smiled at her two children before turning to face her husband with fear apparent in her eyes.
"My love, I know how you feel right now, but we can only protect him for so long," Vitam explained. Her expression never changed. "This may be what the hive needs, Anorum. His leaving to live with the ponies might be the one thing that can save us from our current state."
For the past five years, their changeling hive had been slowly slipping. The reserved ponies captured or chose to stay from so many years ago to feed love off of had been dwindling, which was odd, since love lasted, and in the last month, their king had suddenly died after many long years on the throne. Now they were without a monarch and their supplies were running dangerously low. For a changeling to be able to successfully go and live a good life amongst the ponies, that changeling would be set for life! He would have one to love and many to feed off of, and if said changeling could convince the ponies they were not as bad as they were feared to be, then they could come out of hiding and live freely.
Anorum looked back at her children. The unusable love radiating from her only daughter was strong for her older brother. The look in Zuro's eyes were screaming and begging for her to let him go, but her youngest son, Gnator, looked displeased about it and looked to his mother with a shake of his head, silently asking her to say 'no'.
"Zuro... do you realize how serious this is?" she asked. He replied with a silent nod of his head. There was a long pause with Dili's giggles being the only sound to fill the room.
"Mom," Zuro spoke up, "I really want this. Even if it doesn't work, I have to at least try to live my dream. You know how much ponies fascinate me." She said nothing after he spoke, and after a minute, he reached up and lifted Dili off his back, gave her cheek a quick nuzzle, then sat her down before looking back up at his parents. "Look, I even have a pony disguise already." A flash of green flame engulfed him briefly, and after it died, a blue pegasus stallion stood in his place. Dili giggled at this and in a small flash of green, her own scaly skin turned blue to match her brother's.
"Bubba pony!" she cheered.
There was a long, ear piercing silence, broken only by Dili's cheers for her eldest brother. Gnator stood there staring between his mother and brother, waiting for the answer, hoping and praying that his mother would say no and keep Zuro here. Zuro sat there in his seamless disguise with his little sister at his hooves, her love strong enough to make him feel like an alicorn while his heart raced a mile a minute as he waited for the answer.
Anorum stared into her eldest son's eyes while the options weighed heavily in her head. She could not let him go. He would be locked away, or worse. She had a sworn duty to protect her family, and even if it meant keeping Zuro from his dream, she would do it. Finally, an answer came to her. She closed her eyes and let her head drop as she heaved a heavy sigh. "Okay," she said.
"What?!" Gnator yelled. Zuro's pony form flashed away in an instant and he stood there in his natural form with a look of shock on his face as his jaw hung by his chest.
"Zuro," Anorum started again, "you may go live with the ponies."
"You're letting him go?!" Gnator asked.
"I know I can't protect you all the time, and sooner or later, the young must move on," Anorum observed, "so you can go as you wish."
Gnator turned to Zuro, who looked as if he was about to faint. "You're not going, right Zu?" he asked. There was no answer. Zuro just stood there, petrified in unbelief that his mother gave in. Finally, he smiled and bolted up to his parents and gave them both a tight hug.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" he screamed. He then turned and gave his sister a hug, who happily returned the embrace as she giggled and cheered for him. Then he turned and gave his brother a hug, who did nothing in return. After giving each of his family a hug, he bolted through their stone house and into his room to pack a few things to take with him on the road to his new life.
He grabbed his pony saddlebag with his diary and grabbed the picture of his father with the pony mare and a few other things, placing them in the bag eagerly. After a few minutes, he looked up from his packing to find Gnator with a pleading look of sadness on his face. Zuro felt strong love radiating from his body that would never give him any strength physically or magically, and his own joy began to die down. He got to his hooves and took a step closer to his little brother.
"You really are leaving us, Zu?" Gnator asked. Zuro stopped and stared at the young changeling with a look of sorrow.
"Gnator..." he began.
"Just tell me you'll be back, Zu," Gnator interrupted. There was a long, headache-inducing silence between them for a long minute before Zuro let his head drop with a sigh.
"I don't know, bud," he said. "This is something I've wanted all my life, and if it turns out like I hope..." He lifted his gaze up to his little brother, who just looked back at him with sad, blue eyes. After a minute, Gnator turned and left the room, leaving Zuro alone to finish his packing.
Zuro stood there with a bit of a heavy heart. He cared for his family, and would gladly give his life if it meant they would live. For any one of his family to be upset like this, it made him feel guilty.
He took in a deep breath and convinced himself his brother was just a little unhappy with change and he would soon adjust to it. That's how Gnator always was. When Dili was born, Gnator had zero interest in his new baby sister and showed signs of great jealousy, but after a while, he soon grew attached to her and enjoyed her company.
Zuro resumed his packing, and when he was done, he left his room to say goodbye to his family one more time. He started with Dili, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek, earning a fit of giggles from the three-year-old filly. He then turned to his parents, giving them warm hugs, his mother refusing to let him go. Then he went to Gnator, telling him that he liked to save the best for last. It did not seem to help much, but he thought it was enough with the added hug he gave him before trotting out the door and flew away toward his new life.
Zuro was flying through a heavy forest with an old map sticking out of his saddlebag for easy access if he needed it to get his bearings straight. He had been flying for hours, his excitement growing every minute as he got closer to his destination. He was also growing more tired the farther he went. He stopped a few times along the way to take the form of nearby animals in order to regain some energy, some of which were not the best moments of his life, but it helped. Then, after a bit of rest, he would check the old map before continuing his flight.
Hours had passed and he reached the end of the forest and there, settled just outside the forest, was a small town made of wooden houses with straw rooftops, some trees refined into houses, and plenty of ponies to satisfy the hive. He quickly pulled out his map and saw that the town was not listed. "This town must be new," he mused.
He put the old map away, transformed himself into his pony form, and took in a deep breath before flying out of the forest toward the town. He passed a small cottage that was surrounded by animals of all kinds and could feel they all shared a love for one pony with a large, gentle heart. In the distance, he could see a farm with an apple orchard. He could make out a rather large red stallion pulling a cart of apples across the fields. As he entered the town, his excitement skyrocketed. Ponies of every kind— earth, pegasus, and unicorn —were filling the streets with activity. Small shops were set up for selling goods like food and furniture. Theaters and restaurants were lined with couples giving off many levels of love vibes. He noticed a couple of mares, one mint green and the other a cream color, with an extremely high level of love for one another. He smiled at them. ”Best of luck, you two,” he said to himself.
Zuro was so lost in his joy that he did not notice a young, bright red pegasus colt coming his way until he bumped into him. "Hey!" the colt barked. "Watch where you're going."
"I'm sorry," Zuro offered as he got up and brushed himself off. "I didn't mean to run into you."
"No excuse!" the colt snapped. Zuro did not like where this was going.
"Look, I'm new here, and I don't want any trouble," Zuro said calmly.
"First rule, pal: You bump into Jet Blast, you got trouble." The colt gave Zuro a shove and nearly knocked him to the ground.
"I'm sorry..." Zuro began.
"Put 'em up, boy!" Jet ordered as he raised his wings threateningly. Zuro sighed. It was obvious he was not getting through this colt with words. Maybe the pony life was not going to be so great. He stood in place and got himself ready for an upcoming attack. Basic fighting was necessary for a changeling in case of situations like this, so he was ready for this 'Jet Blast'.
Jet stood on his hind hooves and took a swing at his opponent. Zuro dodged to the left, causing his attacker to overpass him and stumble over a few steps. Jet regained himself and made for another swing with his left hoof. This time, Zuro took a step to his right as he stuck a hoof out, tripping his opponent face first into the grass. Jet got up and looked angrily at Zuro, who patiently waited for the next move.
Jet flapped his wings and charged the blue pegasus in a full-on tackle. Zuro jumped and flapped his own wings to gain altitude and let Jet dive to the ground underneath him. By this point, the two had attracted an audience who were gathered around, chanting 'fight, fight, fight' as things began to heat up.
Zuro landed and turned to face Jet, who was on his hooves, glaring and snorting at him. "We don't have to do this, Jet." Zuro said calmly. "Let's stop this now, and walk away like it never happened." Jet just snorted and charged him again. He swung his hooves at Zuro multiple times, missing each time as his opponent dodged all of his attacks. There was a pause in his attacks before he resumed swinging. This time, his blows were met with blocks.
Jet took another swing and Zuro slapped his hoof away, followed by a swing of his own hoof, hitting Jet in the chest and sending him to his back onto the ground.
"Stop this now, before someone gets hurt," Zuro ordered. He blinked when the response he received was laughing. Jet got to his hooves with a smile on his face as he brushed the dirt of his shoulders.
"You're good!" Jet mused. "Haven't had a good rustle like that in a while."
"You... enjoyed that?" Zuro asked."Yeah, I saw you comin' in town and thought to myself, 'he looks like a fighter,' and had to make sure. I was right!" Jet extended a hoof out to Zuro. "Name's Jet Blast, friend." Zuro hesitated before reaching his own hoof out and shook Jet's.
"My name's Zuro," he said.
"Zuro, pleased to meet you! Welcome to Ponyville!" Jet exclaimed. Zuro felt some energy come from the colt and smiled. "This may not be so bad after all," he thought to himself.
Today is the best day of my life so far! I asked my parents if I could go live as a pony, and even though at first my mom said no, they both said 'yes'! I immediately packed a few things, a few old maps of the land included, and left to start my new life.
I've been flying all day through this strange and dark forest the ponies call the Everfree Forest, stopping every now and again to refill on the love of some random forest animals, which most of the time wasn't very pleasant, but I needed the energy.
Just after reaching the end of the forest, I came up to a small town called Ponyville that wasn't on the map, but it was filled with ponies of all kinds! Imagine my glee! I met one young colt my age and we had a bit of a fight to start with, but soon became friends and I can already feel a brotherly love coming from him. His name is Jet Blast and he's a pegasus, which means I have a flying buddy!
Of course, there were other ponies who were completely crude and unkind, like this one earth pony, Buck Rogers, who were just like my mother feared, but they were targeting their own kind. The way I see this life, even though I've only been here for a third of a day, their way of life is not at all different from changelings.
Well, I better get some sleep. It is well past midnight and I need to start looking for ways to live like these ponies.