"Well Chrysalis. Here we are." The said queen looked up at the royal throne, looking up to meet Celestia's pitying eyes. "I would have liked for us to meet in different circumstances, believe me... But you gave us no choice." A long pause filled the throne room, the only exception being the soft rattling of chains.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Green blood mixed with spit fell to the floor, staining the red carpet beneath her porous hooves. "Why did you bring me here all the way from the Badlands? Justice? Pride? Is that why you killed my entire hive?"

"Chrysalis. I did not like sending my army into your lands to kill your hive by any means, but you must understand that you are an international criminal." Celestia paused, sighing. "That being said, the Equestrian monarchy was not the only one involved in the extermination of your hive. Griffins, Minotaurs, and many other races we've forgotten for centuries have risen up and called for changeling blood to be spilled." Celestia seemed... sad. Or maybe it was the changeling's blood on her face giving her illusions. "As soon as your hive was expelled out of the castle, the other empires have noticed loved ones, politicians, and other important members of their societies disappearing. Your crimes here, and the crimes of replacing their figures with your race are unforgivable in their eyes." Celestia sighed once more, looking away. "I really wished to have this whole situation go in a more peaceful direction, but everyone seems to want revenge. I even a sent a courier with a message to offer making negotiations, but he was never heard from again."

Ah, yes. He was harvested and converted. Also one of the first ones to die. Chrysalis coughed, making more green spittle fly onto the carpet. Chrysalis looked to Luna, who was right beside her sister, who glared back.

"You will call back any more impersonators, scouts, soldiers, and any other type of drone you may have in any other empire, and we will see to it that they will be adopted by the other queens. If you do not comply, the other hives have offered their services in helping us find them, and the other nations have offered their services in exterminating them. The queen from Whitetail has offered integration to your remaining drones, and the king in the San Palomino desert has offered aid and help for reparations." The changeling arched a brow. "It seems now that your hive has revealed itself and your entire species, your whole race seems to want redemption." Luna continued, tone as cold as ice. "This says much about you, Changeling."

"The only thing that me and my sister are wondering is, why didn't you just ask for help?" Celestia asked, as she began to descend her throne. "Anything that can help your drones would be extremely helpful to their survival."

The former queen sighed, brushing a lock of her filthy mane out of her eyes with a chained hoof. She looked Celestia in the eye, trying to word her answer.

"Our hive was starving, just like all the others, even though they won't admit it. The last I heard, the hive near the griffin empire was the worst. The only thing keeping them at bay and doing what we did here is the fear of the whole griffin empire exterminating them in a matter of days. There is little to no love there, only hatred and blood lust." Chrysalis explained, her voice growing hoarse. "The only reason we put up such a fight was because love of a pony radiates off of them like heaters. You can feed a changeling for a day by simply sitting next to a love-stricken pony." Celestia's mane was moving like waves at a beach. It was almost comforting. "But that is one. Hives range in the millions. So many roles to be filled, and only about a fifth is to be used as infiltrators. And that fifth has to share with the hive." Chrysalis already felt weaker, as if talking about losing love would be her own death.

Celestia pondered this, and looked to the throne. Luna flew to her side, landing softly next to her sister.

"You have two options, queen. Be glad my sister has talked the other nations into this. Death by guillotine, or exile?" Luna stated.

Chrysalis pondered this for a moment. Her hive was gone, her name disgraced, all her plans stopped... She may as well accept her death. There was nothing left for her... The former queen narrowed her eyes. No! That's a coward's way of thinking! I have survived this, and if I simply kill myself then what does that say about me? That I was weak? I will survive... And I will rebuild my hive, and restore my name to it's full glory!

"I'm guessing you do not choose the easy way out?" Luna smiled. Chrysalis gave a determined look and nodded. "Then you will be healed to decent physical health, and then you shall exiled. Good luck, changeling." Two guards flanked the former queen, one from either side of the guard. The night guard to her right did a once-over on her chains, then nodded to the day guard to her left. "See to it she is escorted to the dungeons' medical bay, with at least twenty guards. Take no chances." As the guards snapped their salutes, the princess of the moon nodded once more and made her way back to the throne.

There may be hope for me yet...

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As soon as the guards shut the door behind them, both sisters sighed. It had been a long and grueling grudge match with the representatives of each race. At least the stag kingdom still believed in negotiation. Although, the griffins and minotaurs have been more than persistent. Celestia looked to the soon-to-be exile's exit point. She felt sorry for the queen, a trait most found weak. What will she do in the world planned to be her future habitat? Luna looked over, seeing the sorrow in her sister's eyes.

"Fret not, Tia. She is a fighter. And the place chosen for her is no worse than the land she had lived in before. If Chrysalis has survived for this long on such meager conditions, then she will have more than enough to survive." Celestia gave a small smile, but it quickly turned back into a deep frown.

"I know Lulu, but... I just worry for her. Should we have told her where she will be exiled to?" Luna gave a stoic look, and mulled it over.

"Perhaps. But then again, how to explain it to her? She probably would have chosen death on the spot if we told her what she will be going up against. At least we will watch over her, we at least have that ability. Perhaps once she has learned to ask for help, instead of taking like a ruthless dictator, then we can talk to the other races. Maybe even the other monarchs of the changeling empires." Luna had a good point. Once Chrysalis has learned her lesson, she will be a little more reasonable.

"Do you think she will thank us for the whole experience, or hate us completely?" Luna frowned a bit.

"Perhaps both... maybe neither. Either way, she goes to the Capitol wasteland."

Author's Note

Please tell me if this is a good start. I want to at least make this a good read... Tell me if anything is wrong, spelling errors, etcetera. Thanks for taking the time to read.