A Change for the Worse (preview)

>You were finally nearing your destination.

>Weeks of endless walking, stopping for nothing.

>Flying would have gotten you here quicker, but there was no sense in giving away your capabilities.

>You'd seen no sign of observers, but considering where you were heading, it would be foolish to assume you'd arrive unnoticed.

>There were trains, but you didn't want to give your friends any clues as to your plan just yet.

>It would be far easier to explain it to them AFTER you get back.

>Looking ahead, the bright cheery colors you'd come to associate with Equestria faded away, leaving the now-unfamiliar dullness of your old reality.

>The Badlands.

>A quick tug sets your cloak straight as your feet carry you ever onwards.

>Rarity had made you a matching set of them, to go with the plating she'd designed.

>They were really quite lovely, though you weren't sure she understood the concept of a traveling cloak, nearly any amount of dirt would show up on the light grey she'd chosen.

>Still, she insisted on the color, and claimed it would work out just fine.

>She turned out to be right, it seems she'd added some magic to the thing, it was still as immaculate as the day she'd given it to you.

>How very thoughtful.

>As you moved deeper into the Badlands, you started paying more attention to your surroundings.

>Unless what little the ponies knew of the changelings was wrong, their home was here, somewhere.

>And you intended to pay them a visit.