Title:           Brothers Epilogue/Prologue to Nightshade-Anon
Author:          shrimpasta
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First Edit:      Wednesday 27th of August 2014 11:27:56 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 27th of August 2014 11:27:56 PM CDT

>Your name is Nightshade
>The best infiltrator in the whole hive
>So good, when referred to by name, they call you anonymous
>From the day you've hatched, you were different from the rest
>Somehow, you were part pony physically, and mentally part something else
>This renders changeling detection spells useless on you, and alters the rules of the hivemind
>For most of your brothers and sisters, any communication from the queen travels one way
>It's more of a 2.5 way street for you
>You found out one mission when you had to headbutt somepony to knock him out
>When you did, you could feel the "hivemind" forge a new connection, and you read everything from his mind
>A few moments ago, you completed a new type of training
>From mother herself, exclusively for you
>She would cut you off from the hivemind and try to force her way into your mind to gain intelligence
>And you would try to do the same to her
>You know the weight this training is carrying
>Your next mission will be your first truly high-profile mission
>You are going to the crystal empire to gather intel on the workings of the crystal heart
>The tricky part is the pony with the info
>Princess Mi Amore Cadenza
Hey, are you ok?
>Your brother asks, coming out to the balcony with you
>He's been the closest to you since the day you were born
>It's only been a few years, but you feel as if you've known him longer than your whole life
Yeah, just thinking
>You do a lot of that now
>Thinking up new ways to infiltrate places and sneak around undetected
>Having magic made things much simpler, but you've come to the conclusion that for stealth, magic is better not to be used, as it could draw attention
>Thinking about life in general at times
Don't sweat it too much, Nightshade. You'll do great
>He looks like he wants to say something, but he goes against it
>He does it every so often, and when he does, you bring a sun charm necklace to your face and stare at it
>He gave it to you when you were born, said it's a gift
>Never did elaborate
*Sigh* yeah. You're right
>You grin, feeling a swell of pride
They'll never know what hit them
>And the two of you both turn to look out into the horizon, past the desert
>Where the land of crystal ponies awaits