No Truer Love.
Chapter 1: Badlanders.
I don't own MLP.
History didn't tell the whole story. It left out a chapter that the world must know of. It seems, I must be the one to tell it for those who do remember, will either lie or no longer have to ability to tell it.
It starts, as some good stories do, with a Wedding. No, this isn't a romance...But, it is a love story. But, I'm getting off topic. The wedding was for two young ponies, but they aren't the focus of this story. The focus is on the Queen and her people.
The first thing the queen could recall clearly, was voices. Not angry or pained voices, but worried ones. "Moon ans stars...There are thousands of them!" cried a male. "They're hurt! We have to do something!" a female responded. "I'll get help, try and find out what happened to them." The pounding of hooves on the ground follows the male's fading voice.
Gentle hooves lifted the queen's head. "M-Miss...Whatever you are...P-Please, wake up." the female pleaded, her tears hitting the queen's face. She weakly opened her eyes, seeing a young Filly with a long, brown and violent mane with a snowy white coat. Her gem like eyes sparkled with worry and tears.
"W-Who..." Was all the queen could manage. "My name is Moonstone. What happened to you, miss? Y-You're friends.." She looks past the queen who follows her gaze. Her changelings, her children, her people, were lying scattered over the dessert landscape, mortally wounded. The once powerful swarm was now less them a hive. She tries to reach out the the one nearest her, a tiny one who should never have seen battle.
"Don't move, miss. You're badly hurt!" Cries the filly, gently holding her still. "They'll be okay. We will heal them. We will heal all of you." She begins to sing a sweet song, lulling the queen back to sleep.