It was a cold night on the Pie family rock farm. Igneous Rock, head of the family had just checked on his two young daughters, and found them both fast asleep. The stallion proceeded to complete all of his other nightly checks before heading to bed. Everything seemed to be in order and, satisfied, he extinguished the flame in his lantern. Igneous and his wife, Cloudy Quartz, were both exhausted from a long day of work and eager to get some sleep. The rest they needed would not come that night. As soon as all was still in their humble home, the Pies began to hear strange sounds. At first it sounded like wind. Possibly wild animals wandering outside. But soon they recognized the sound of voices. One was female and it gradually grew more desperate. Cloudy Quartz looked at her husband in concern. They could now make out the sounds of a struggle accompanying the voices. Igneous quickly got out of bed and made his way to the front door. By the time he got there however, the commotion had died down quite a bit. Opening the door, he looked around squinting his eyes to make out anything he could in the dark. The stallion mentally chastised himself for not stopping to get the lantern. All appeared to be peaceful. Eerily peaceful. A sudden dark shape moved quickly near him, only seen out of the corner of his eye. It was so startling that igneous took several steps outside the door looking in the direction the shape had gone. It was no longer there, but he became aware of something else. A dark shape lay on the ground several feet from were he stood. As he cautiously moved closer he saw that it was more or less pony shaped. He realized with a start that it was a child. A very young one at that. But the most unnerving thing about the child was it's appearance. Never had Igneous Rock Pie seen a creature like it in his life. By this time Cloudy Quartz had come to the door and was peering out at her husband somewhat anxiously. "What has thou found?" Her voice only shook slightly as she reigned in the fear clawing at her deep inside.
"It appears to be a child." The question had snapped Igneous out of his shocked state. He scooped the unconscious child up with one hoof and walked back toward his home. Once the stallion was in the light his wife could clearly see the small bundle he was cradling. She gasped bringing a hoof to her mouth in shock. The child was very young. It had a midnight black coat, and tiny translucent pink wings on it's back. A small tuft of pink sat atop it's head along with a slightly curved ebony horn. The child was female and had an abundance of holes in it's legs, arms, hair, and wings. This was a changeling.