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Draft stretched his wings. "Good idea! I'll go find the royal guard and warn them about all the changelings!!" He took to the air and flew in the direction of Canterlot Castle, disappearing behind a tower spire.

(sorry I'm a little lost at the moment, thanks website issues! Is Storm Surge with them right now but disguised as a normal pony? For some reason I thought she was following them at a distance, unseen. They don't know she's a changeling, though?) Draft shook his head. "I'm...I'm sorry, I'm just kind of frazzled over everything that just happened."

"So," Draft began, "you're not a changeling, then? How did you do this magic?"

The captain nodded slowly and leaned over to pick up and admire the piece of the meteorite. "As you command, sire," he said, still glaring at the 'prince,' "glory to the hive." The rest of the changelings all gathered around the captain as Draft and the others followed the changeling prince back through the underground hallways. "Okay," Draft said once they were outside earshot of the changelings, "what in Equestria is going on!?"

The changeling captain stared down the Changeling "Prince" while Draft gathered up all his scattered scrolls and ink, watching the two with great interest. At last the Captain bowed his head and took a step back. "Very well," he hissed through his fangs, "your highness. Please forgive my insubordination." The captain nodded to his soldiers and they stood down. "I trust you shall leave the shards of the meteorite in my care, to return to our Queen?" he said, reaching for the saddlebags on Electro's back, "and, if I may be so bold as to inquire, what are your plans for the rest of these...friends of yours?"

The captain bowed his head, reluctantly. "My apologies, my prince...unfortunately," he said, standing tall again, "I am under strict orders to discuss the plans for the meteorite with no one other than the queen...unless of course, they bear the royal insignia, a design known by none save Hive Royalty and the captains of the guard." He took a menacing step forward. "surely you would not object to showing me the insignia? Forgive me," he chuckled as the other changelings closed in a little, "but, as I'm sure you're aware, extra precautions must be taken to ensure authenticity in a society of shape-shifters." (Ooh, this is getting intense! Sadly, I have to leave! D: I'm off to see the Avengers Feel free to finish this for me, Midnight, or anypony else! I'm interested in seeing where you take it! See you guys later!)

The Changeling captain was taken aback. "But...your Highness, I...forgive me, I didn't..." Then his eyes narrowed. "If you'll permit me, sire," he said with a snarl, "but I have been reporting directly to Queen Chrysalis herself. Has she not informed you of her plans for the hive?"

Draft watched in frightened frustration as the changelings rooted through his satchels, tossing aside his manuscripts and notes with callousness. They searched him first since he was at the front of the pack, and luckily he didn't have any pieces of the meteorite with him, but when they moved on to search Electrobolt he closed his eyes, knowing full well that he had at least one piece of the celestial rock on his body. Suddenly the room fell silent, and Draft opened one eye to see Midnight walk boldly into the center of the room. Draft barely caught himself from shouting Midnight's name. The captain of the changelings stepped forward. "What do we have here?" he smirked, "a volunteer?"

Rough Draft swallowed. "Uh...Met-meteorite?? What...uh, what meteorite?" The changeling struck him. "Do not play the fool's part with me! We sense its power emanating from you all! Where did it fall? Has it been moved?" The changeling captain squinted. "Do you ponies...have a piece of it with you?" The entire room filled with the excited buzzing of tattered wings and hisses of hungry fangs. "Uh," Stammered Draft, "n-n..." "I highly suggest you cooperate," said the changeling, "else we shall make your lives more miserable than you can imagine!" he nodded to one of the other creatures, and with a flash of green it transformed into Draft's image, a wicked grin plastered on the copy's face. "We wouldn't want you to be convicted of crimes you didn't commit, now would we? Oh, the ways we can bring the world of ponies to their knees!" sang the beast, hovering in the air, "so, TELL ME! Do you have a piece of the meteorite!?" Nopony answered. "Very well," hissed the captain, "search them. And pray to your princess that we do not find a piece of the meteorite on your puny bodies."

One of the creatures - a Changeling, Draft finally realized, based on their descriptions in the books he'd read - stepped forward, its fangs bared and its horn sheathed beneath a deep purple helmet. "A fine trap we've sprung," it hissed, its voice unfeeling and spiteful, "no doubt your families will feed us many days." Draft swallowed. He'd read about this this sort of thing many times, he'd even written about it, but never in a thousand years did he ever hope to be surrounded by these beasts of shadow. "But," the changeling said, pacing a little, "there is a matter more urgent for us to address." It leaned in close and Draft stopped breathing. "Where is the meteorite?" snarled the changeling.

Draft stumbled to his hooves and shook the stars out of his eyes. "are...are you okay?" he asked the mare, "are you hurt?" He walked a little closer to the pony, who stood against the wall, looking remarkably calm. "I'm...okay," she said, unblinking. Draft moved a little closer. "Oh, good," he sighed, "now lets get out of here!" "Actually..."said the mare, beginning to smile, "you're not going anywhere." With a flash of green the mare melted away to reveal a hideous black creature, fanged and with large, unfeeling eyes standing before them. A buzzing sound came from above and Draft looked up to see the entire ceiling covered in these creatures, their tattered wings fluttering as they watched the ponies below. Draft, his face as pale as the moon, took a step back and all the beasts fell to the floor and surrounded the group, hissing and laughing. They forced them into the center of the room and locked the door. "Oh crud," muttered Draft.

Draft licks his lips nervously. "All right," he said, "STAND BACK FROM THE DOOR! ONE, TWO, THREE!" Getting a little bit of extra speed from his wings he charged for the door with the others and smashed into it. The lock cracked and splintered as the door swung violently on its rusty hinges, revealing a dark room with a pale blue mare, her deep purple mane in tatters standing against the far wall. Draft and the others tumbled in head over hooves onto the floor and she watched them with wide, tired eyes.

A small sobbing sound came from the other side of the door. "I'm...I'm..." it tried to say before sobbing again. "It's okay," said Draft, "just hang in there, we'll find a way to get you out soon." He took a few steps back. "I agree with Zarely, let's all ram the door and try to knock it down!"

(I don't think they will get caught, just because it seems kind of impractical for them to create such an elaborate trap...I think it will work better if the imprisoned mare is the real pony. I don't know, though, I'm honestly having trouble deciding...I'll let you decide XP) Draft leaned against the door. "Hello?" he asked, "can you hear me?" "Yes..." replied the voice. "Hang on, okay? We'll find a way to get you out soon."

Draft's mouth hung open for a moment. "The Changeling was here?? Then we have to get her out of here now!" He grabbed Midnight's Katana off Electro's back and fumbled with it, trying to wedge it between the door and the wall but it just bounced out of his hooves and he hopped back as the blade flipped in the air before landing on the floor with a rattling clang. "Uh, oops."

Draft saw Electro approach, covered in tools and bags, including a katana and a bow. "Oh, there you are," he said, "now...wait, isn't that Midnight's stuff?" Draft bit his lip. "What's going on here? Where did Midnight go?"

"Please, don't leave me!" shouted the voice. "It's okay!" said Draft, "we'll get you out of there!" He looked down the hall to see Electrobolt leaving. "Hurry back!" he shouted after him. (I have to leave for a few hours, I'll be back tonight. Here's what I'm planning, if somepony would like to do this or maybe do something different, that would be fine, we don't have to stick to my plan but I think this could be neat. Check the OOC thread to see: http://mlpforums.com/topic/13811-search-for-a-new-life/page__st__80 see you all tonight!) (I'm back! I don't know if I will follow through with my plan that I posted in the OOC thread [see above], since it seems a little impractical.) Draft glanced nervously about. "I hope Electro makes it back quickly."

Draft fiddled with the handle again, but it was still locked. "Jasmin's not here?" he asked, "um...Oh! Midnight! Use your Katana to..." He looked behind himself to see Midnight was missing. "Wait...Midnight's gone too!? What's going on!?"

"It's down this way!" Draft said as he ran down the corridors, his lantern clanking in his mouth. They ran past the dilapidated bookshelves and finally arrived at the locked door. "Hey!" Draft said, "I brought help!" "Oh thank Celestia!" said the voice, "please, get me out of here!" Draft turned at looked back at the group. "Okay! Whoever unlocked the door up above, unlock this one too! Oh, wait...Whose magic was that anyway?"

Draft stood dumbstruck as he watched the door glow green and open. "What was all that??" he asked, "I heard shouting, and...Nevermind, we have to help the trapped pony downstairs!" He bolted back down the staircase, not looking back to see if the others were following. "Come on!"

Draft heard a distant noise behind him; it sounded like a teleport spell but it was too echoey to be certain. He heard Midnight ask about a key and returned his attention to the door. "A key? I don't know, it was unlocked for me when I found it. I wonder..." He paused. "Do you think somepony came along and locked it?" He rattled the handle again to no avail. "Somepony needs to use their magic to open it!" he said.

"Guys!" Draft shouted, "push the bookshelf with the Daring Doo books and unlock the door behind it!!" (I have to go, I'll be back in a few hours, someone please take control of Draft for me! I'll love you forever )