Loud hooves stomping towards a village, full of changelings. The guards rushed in and started to slaughter changeling after changeling. One mare ran into one of the houses and grabbed a hatchling. She ran out through the war-zone, but before she made it out of the town a bolt of an archer hit her in my side. She ran into the forest as she could feel herself weakening. The mare slowed down in the forest. She walked through it, hoping to find a way to save the hatchling.
It's been nearly a two days, the mare hasn't stopped once. The hatchling was starving, for his ribs were showing. It started to cry from hunger, "Shh little one," the mare insured the hatchling. She stumbled over to a fallen tree as the arrow that had hurt her so much, felt strange. The arrow head was almost lodged into her ribs. She keeped walking for nearly a full week before she saw a house, made of logs. Smoke rolled out of the chimney, seeing the smoke gave the mare, Hope. She stumbled into the house, and collapsed when she open the door. A stallion and a a normal mare ran over and helped the changeling and hatchling in to a double bed. The two ponies put the Changelings into the bed.
The mare who lived in the house, turned to the Stallion and said "Jake, go and get some first aid." "OK, Feather," The stallion said before leaving the room. Feather sat next to the unfortunate changelings, she looked over the arrow in the Changelings side and sighed. She turned and check the Hatchling, he had a small fever, and was very starved.