"What is she? This is an abomination against nature!"
"Doctor, please, understand! This is our daughter, I must keep her. Nellie is- NELLIE!"
"Carver, please take care of her for me... Keep her away from the queen..."
"... Mr. Carver, we have lost the Changeling. I agree, we must keep the child safe."
"I will.
"Forever and always. I will keep her for Nellie.
vrrrooong!
"Catch her!"
"I'm trying, I really am!... I can't..."

Pomf!
I picked up the doll I dropped. Perfect replica of the pony called Featherweight. I do so love my work.

My name is Voodoo, by the way. Most call me Voo. I am a Voodoo expert. I must begin my story properly- The beginning. At least, what I remember.

I remember me as a young child, about two, a nice nurse teaching me how to properly clean my wings and my hair- Something that most of my comb-mates didn't have. I got the hang of it quick. For some reason, I excelled in everything. Be it from simply cleaning my wings to lifting a three-ton boulder to harvest the delicious grubs under it. I was abnormally intelligent. My downside was that I wasn't good at flying. My heart was with my magic.

When I was ten, I was looking through scrolls that had been stolen from the pony folk by our spies, and found something that intrigued me- A celtic art called voodoo.

After many experiments, starting with a mere grub to a gator, I proved this art real and reliable, at least on animals. Later that evening, after sewing a doll of a nest mate that I disliked immensely, something on my flank tingled. When I looked, I gave a horrified scream- I had a cutie mark like the Equestrian filth!

The guards heard, and took me to the Queen. For some reason, she seemed pleased. She gave me a large cell to myself, and told me to make voodoo dolls of all the ponies and griffons- Every living thing. I made Queen Celestia, Luna, and Cadence, Shining Armor and his sister, and her friends. I went on to normal pony folk. By the time I was fourteen, my magic was powerful and strong.

What I didn't know was that I was meant to be a weapon.

[No One Should Feel That Way...]