Foxfire's Tail (extended)

I was standing in the dream world. In front of the many forms of my darker self, the One in Hiding. I was berated for letting 'these pitiful creatures' rut me senseless. I was also bitched at for not tapping into my powers--as in, wreck all the things around me. More lectures came my way.

One word flew out of my mouth and stopped the whole thing.

Tsuna.

Tsuna.

TSUNA.

The dream stopped as I woke up. I felt like shit. I hit my head against the pillow, trying to go to sleep.

And then I hit my head on a rock. A holey hoof kept me from screaming.

"I teleported you and your lovers out of the hive. The Royal Guards found us out. We're in a cave, and I am glad you four were the only misfits in the hive." Said Aquafire's voice.

"Owie." I whimpered.

I felt cold all of a sudden. Damn myself for being wetter than a swamp. I took note that the caves were lined with crystals of all shapes, colors and sizes.

Still, Dragon, and Whiterock woke up.

And their jaws dropped.

"The hell happened?" Whiterock asked.

"Hive was attacked and we were the only lucky ones out of the apple basket." I said for Aquafire.

"We're in the Canterlot Mines. Everfree Forest is no longer safe."

"I feel funny." Complained Dragon before she right then and there threw up on her claws.

I nearly collapsed on myself as pain once again overcame me. I felt strange as well. Like he was there.

The others followed suit.

"I think Celestia put a spell to find and weaken us." Rasped Aquafire...

I raised my head and speak of the fucking devil, Celestia was there indeed with her horn aglow!

My hairs raised on end...she was glaring at me. I almost screamed because guess who stood next to her holding an anti-magic collar in his maw.

My heart sank.

My eyes shrunk.

My ears fell flat.

Aquafire suddenly teleported us and her crown elsewhere as with the last of her mighty strength she charged straight at Celestia and you-know-who.

"AQUAFIRE!" We all shouted as we appeared in the Badlands. Her crown sat there mocking us.

My head fell and I was crying. There was no stopping the tears.

All of us mourned that day. In silence. We were hurt. Our protector...gone.

That night, we found an abandoned hive--long forgotten before we set hoof and claw into it. That was our new home. We gently put the little crown inside what I call a tomb of the queens. It was literally just that, a tomb of rulers and scriptures of their lives long since forgotten. An empty tomb reserved for Aquafire contained her crown. There was no corpse, as we knew it would be destroyed. The hive had room for all four of us and maybe four Canterlots' worth of other residents. That respectable Changeling Queen, suddenly taken from us without a second thought. But I noticed something was off.

There was a tomb...reserved for me.

Another for Dragontongue.

And another still for Coldwater.

One more reserved for Whiterock Bloodstream.

One thing rang in my mind: We were meant to be rulers of this hive in Aquafire's stead. But how did they know of rulers to come and make tombs for them before said rulers were even brought into the world?! It bugged me the entire time, but compared to our loss...it was nothing even worth noting. It felt as if I were walking in the prettiest garden and my sorrowful sins in its presence caused it to wither. You could say I felt a part of me--a really important part, just like mom, dad, and sister--die that day.

There were four crowns waiting for us: One was white with rubies and topaz, another was brown with rubies, sapphires, emeralds; yet another was gold studded with onyx...

And mine was crimson with onyx, diamond, sapphires, turquoises, gold and silver.

It occurred to me that I was the only one capable of using any magic at all--which I learned that day in Changeling society was 'the more powerful magic you had, the more likely you were to call the shots.'

For those of you who do not understand, it means I had THE most power period. Though fighting with queens of other hives was inevitable as I recalled the drones who said "I mustn't overthrow Chrysalis," I would have to do so provided she was one of the following:

1) She was a slave-driver. With a whole bunch of innocent ponies used for sex. Let's not get into anymore details about that.

2) She was very mean to her subjects in ways I refuse to mention. Don't ask.

3) She was not a good ruler, i.e. a hypocrite. Saying one thing and flat-out doing another at the expense of her subjects/potential prisoners. We've all been hypocrites at some point in time, but I feel this may apply to over-excessive hypocrisy.

4) She had way too many luxuries on her pony (if anypony could even call a Changeling like her that), and hardly anyone else got anything. Rich bitch goes here.

5) She supported birth of unwanted children no matter how they came to be. As in, against free abortion. Who wants to bet she was raised that way?

6) She married a king to kill his kids. Sometimes, kings' children are born of horrors which I can understand, but more often than not she was just being a bitch. Sometimes the king would be a good king, and who'd wanna do that to him? I'll answer that--a fucking sadist would!

You say I have waaaaay too many standards? I say you have too many standards that should be in your life! Bitch, please. I'm a queen here.

I could go on and on about the list of yada yada, but enough of that.