A/N: This is a little thing I came up with when I was sitting around crying and listening to music. If you want more than just the one little thing, basicly just the idea, then please comment and give me your suggestions! Well, onward we go!
~story time!~
The funeral of one of Equestria's most beloved ponies. The yellow furred pony had been laid in her casket with wildflowers surrounding her. Her name was Fluttershy. Of course, someone could understand that her death was a mistake. She had eaten an apple that had been old but Twilight had used a spell to make it look fresh. Hours upon eating it she fell in the middle of the market, her cherries tumbling out of her basket. Ponies from near and far had come to pay their respects to the sweet pony, but little known to them, on the other side of Equestria...
A small creature tumbled out of a fresh cocoon, disoriented for a moment before she was picked up by another of her kind. Or.. Perhaps the queen of her kind. the small filly was no ordinary creature but belonged to the race called the changelings. This little changeling filly had a long hole filled mane and a tail that would drag the ground. Her wings were pink in color and her shell a yellow. Unknown to anypony or anychangeling, when a very loved pony died they were reborn as a changeling. Thi young one curled up to her mother, Queen Chrysalis, and let out a soft squeak like sound. She was named after one of the ponies that had defeated her, Fluttershy. This little one would make a fine warrior yet.