The Days of Regret

By Warr Ainjal
 

charger leaveing the cave

     Vaulting the walls of Cantorlot she flew most of the day and then long in to the night. Changelings out of instinct find shelter in the depths of the ground. A cold cave is almost like a mother calling to them in times of fear. Finally Charger spotted a cave. Exhausted she dove into the blackness.  and fell asleep as the dawn broke. 
   
     Celetia had had fitful night of sleep. her mind flashing back and forth between visons of Charger standing above her or a norther s maw at her throat. With her head pounding she rose the son. Shunning her normal court duty’s.  She set out to set her mind strait. Whether she did the right thing, or was she still in danger form a foe no 1 had saw. She first quested all the guards that were in her room that night on what they saw. Then 1 buy 1she brought them up to her bead chambers to see if they noted anything out of place or missing form that night. 2 of the guards wondered where a statue had gone to. And thought it odd they had never seen it before. A 3erd guard stated that he had locked all the windows including the 1 that Charger came though. This unsettled the princess. How did the window get open then? After closing the window and locking it, she fly’s outside and tested the magic barrier sealing it shut form the outside. Did charger brake the seal or.  Are the changelings powerful enough to get past her guards? then up the tower of the son. the answer either way was yes some pony broke in last night. Had she exiled an attacker or the 1 tool she had in finding them.
As Celetia landed on the balcony she now faced the fact that she was not safe in her bead. For in her rage she had made a costly mistake.  Even she cood not go back from her word once she commanded it. That is now holding her back from the command to bringing her former guard back.  Then getting the answer she needed. All she cood do is hope the wizards had some new spell to fix this.  Fore She would not get much sleep with 1 eye open.
    
    Charger’s dreams whir an array of flashes as the changeling and pegasi parts of her fought over how to survive. as the black pony with a hocked but, whole horn feathered wings and two white glowing eyes spoke (Is it wrong to kill me?) Shooting a look at the unified form of charger between them. Then a white changeling   with violet eyes spoke, (But is it not wrong to kill others to feed?)  Charger, (Till now have we, found a way not to slay others and sill feed?) The two dream figures eye’s glowed and her mother’s last kiss came in to view. A wave of gilt came back in to their thoughts as all shook ware they stood. Then a flash and she was 3 agene. Velvet Certain was dancing and telling the story of how happy she was with her father on stage. and how the crowd seemed to feed him.  Black, (I can live!)  White, (and be free of gilt!)  With a flash all of the dream fell into Charger. Startled but awake with the new plan she dug her horn in to the roof of the cave. Dirt fell in to her face. Trying to wipe it off she went to the opening. Just as the sun was setting she poked her head out. Then sniffed the wind for the way to the nearest town.       

     fin.