Chrysalis replies to a letter

Dear Princess(s),

I recently got your letter. 'Help us paint a better picture of you. Help us paint a prettier picture of you.'

It may have not been what you meant to imply, but as the rain drips down the combs in my hive and makes its way down to my gruesomely damp chambers, it is hard not to imagine what you meant.

I've seen your propaganda; a prettier picture of me? Please. I am only pretty when I am in another individual's form and even then I cannot match their beauty perfectly. That is not the picture you wish to see of me? Well, neither is the 'bug' pony your people speak of when they mention me.

Or perhaps it is in your views? Would a prettier picture of me in your view be beetle juice running down the sidewalk as the rain mixes with it, forcing it into streams and puddles to be forgotten and out of the way? I am nothing but a mere bug to you and your subject, something you want to squish under your hooves.

What you sent to me probably holds less meaning than what I make of it, but this isn't the first time I've been baited by you and your kind and the last time certainly was the last.

This 'bug' is willing to fight back. You won the last time; my veins still boil at an alarming rate as the lava-like blood flows through them just at the mention of your prior victory.

The salinity in your words burn my tongue, Princess(s). Your words are like the water in the oceans. So full of promises and potential until you finally get into it; it seems to be a nice gesture until get your feet wet. It burns wounds, it heals nothing, and there are dangers everywhere.

My dear Princess(s), when you read this, know that I mean no harm in these words. There are no hidden threats and no poison on the paper. I am stating that you will never paint a pretty picture of me; your propaganda will stay the same. As long as my wings still pierce through the air in flight, we will be enemies. There is no friendship between us, so do not pretend it is so.

I am the bug. Celestia is the snow that melts beneath heat. Luna is the traitorous night that freezes hearts and is unsure of her own. Cadence is the heart; the heart which breaks once it hears an inkling of bad news.

And Twilight? Twilight is merely part of the rainbow, as are all of the Elements of Harmony.

But rainbows fade, Princess(s). Never forget that. Snow melts, nights turn to day, hearts break, rainbows die out, but bugs? Bugs repopulate.

Your favorite Queen,

Chrysalis.