Was I So Wrong?

Chrysalis gazed out the window of her tower. Her lands were vast, but she felt empty. Her own daughter, dead. Destroyed, wiped from existence. And by none other than Twilight Sparkle. A small tear, the first she had shed in years, fell down Chrysalis' cheek. "Oh, dearest Lydea. Why did you have to leave? I warned you that they wouldn't accept you. My poor daughter."

She turned away from the window, and another tear made it's way out from beneath her eyelids.

From this day, and for the rest of this moon, there would be mourning in her kingdom.