On the Road to Canterlot

Chapters

Part I: Threat of Survival
Part II: Persecution of Species
Part III: Mission of Acceptance
Part IV: Defiance of Knowledge
Part V: Ray of Hope
Part VI: Interlude of Reflection
Part VII: Question of Motives
Part IX: Silence of Hatred
Part X: Sight of Freedom
Part VIII: Blindness of Arrogance

Part I: Threat of Survival

A gleaming city of marble and gold, a symbol of pride for the nation coated thickly in green. Overhead the skies are dark with the oncoming army of the invader. All residents pushed within the thick green pods dotting the city streets. A city conquered, victory to the invader, the moment of triumph...

Suddenly, a blinding, white light cast throughout the city. Love Magic far more powerful than it had been earlier. And then, a thundering earthquake heard throughout the land. The skies cleared once more, and the invaders were gone, banished to the four winds.

The imagery from that day often plays in my head; and of how close I was to my goal. I shake my head slightly, trying to forget what had happened two years ago during the failed invasion of Canterlot, and how close I came to having everything only for it to end in failure.

I let out a deep sigh.

I was doing something I never would have thought I would do or be expected to do, now. I was standing in line disguised as a pony about to petition to the Throne. I was not going to petition the Changeling Collective as an equal but to an Equestrian Throne as though I were a citizen. To me this was neither dignified nor was it expected, especially for one of my stature. How could I have predicted that my plans would not only be ruined but that it would also lead to the destruction of a sizable portion of the Hive? That accursed unicorn! My very severe and rather publicized failure had been deemed by the Changeling Collective to have damnable consequences for Changelings overall and so our Hive was announced as Outcast, and promptly ejected from the Collective. I let out another deep sigh. I knew how the Changeling nation has survived and we did so through having our Hives scattered across the sphere. To aid in our survival we had to be united, to be unified in mind and in intent of preserving our existence as an unknown race among the other races of this sphere. Through this practice we could live and survive, hidden away. And hiding from the world was what granted and preserved our ability to feed, live, and survive under the radar of the other races..

Damn the Collective! I’ve always been considered an upstart for the more aggressive measures I wanted to take. And why should we not do so? With it we could find far better means to feed ourselves. Why should we starve while so many other species live on plenty and all Changelings have to make do with practically nothing? So many species, blissfully unaware of our plight, and that's because of our damned Changeling Policy of being unknown entities. Trying my best to keep myself a quiet as possible, I let out a silent growl and thought about the first time that I saw Ponies... I could see the prosperous utopia they've built for themselves, but where were the Changelings? Nowhere! By our own damned policy we had no known existence and we were making do on scraps! And now, by my own actions, I was considered unfit to be among the Collective. Thus, I, and my Hive, must make do and begin anew, apart from the Collective.

Although making do in this case seems to be grovelling at the hooves of ponies for aid, as I recalled what limited resources I had. My Hive was never large given the scarcity of our resources and it was made even smaller by the failed invasion.

The invasion is what set us back so far, especially since, in the immediate aftermath, the majority of my drones were injured, some even gravely injured. I let out yet another sigh. Even now, there were some who have not recovered well, not to mention there was a constant lack of food and resources. Moreover, two years later and our recovery is still slow, but we were making progress. Then Tirek came.

I sighed out loud again. I really seem to be doing this a lot these days.... His magical drain exposed our hiding and further reduced our already difficult recovery.

The plan I had devised had been to hide amongst the settlements of ponykind, to recover, all-the-while plotting my next move to secure a suitable place for the Hive. But Tirek, with his damned draining magic, had forced all of the Changelings out of their assumed roles and set us back even further.

The line finally moved forward, taking me deeper into the looming structure. I had very little available to offer. In fact, my surrender seemed to be the only viable option I had. As I looked up I could see long branches of crystal reaching high above me. Is she really the best option? Ponykind was not necessarily the option I would have preferred but it was the most viable one. I would much rather to not to return to Ponykind in this pitiful state, but all other options had been discarded due to the required distance to travel or some other hindering factor. I held no love for ponies, and the one I was waiting to speak to with was the very pony who had derailed my invasion plans.

To see through my disguise when so many others failed to do so, she certainly has my respect if nothing else. But I refuse to return to Canterlot like this, for I would be arrested on the spot before I could ever speak. Plus, I'm not begging that damned Princess of the Sun for aid. Of all the Equestrian Princesses, I despised Celestia the most for her position. It was secure and strong, and she had a nation by her side. She had power, loyalty, security — everything that I could only ever dream of possessing. I recoiled, my mind flashing through the failed invasion again, and I relieved one of my many crowning moments before everything fell apart. I remember — even with all her support — still managing to best the so-called Sol Invictus in combat.

I sighed again and shook my head to clear my mind of what happened after the fact. I almost had everything I could have ever dreamed of; and yet, in the end, what did I achieve? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I had little to begin with and even less now. I despised the idea of being so desperate that I would even consider the idea of asking for help.

The Pink One would be pointless to even consider asking as her homeland would be far too harsh, and her husband.... I could sense from him the intense hatred he bore against Changelings, but ever moreso the deep hatred he bore for me. I felt all of this just before we were forcibly evicted from Canterlot.

I know nothing of the Lunar One other than the fact she is rumoured to be far too unstable. The horrific tales ponies weave about her… The idea of being restrained I could manage, but what she might do if... I shook my head, displacing my innermost thoughts once again. This truly was the better option.

Looking up I could see that I now stood before a sizable circle of thrones, and walked until I had placed myself directly across from the purple princess whom presided dead centre of the group. Before a question could be asked I dropped the disguise. I stood tall, in a posture of confidence even as I met the hard eyes of most of the ponies in the room. I spoke out in a clear voice. "I, Queen Chrysalis of the Western Desert Ridge Hive, am here to seek aid and sanctuary. My Hive has been declared and branded as Outcasts by the Changeling Collective; I stand here to ask for aid from the newest Princess of Equestria: Princess Twilight.” I paused momentarily, before continuing with gusto. “Princess of Magic and Friendship, we have little to offer but are willing to cooperate for the continued existence of our Hive."

Part II: Persecution of Species

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Part III: Mission of Acceptance

Edited by Compact-Cassette Pony

I stood there as she spoke out each statement, each one filling me with both hope and dread. I knew that I would be branded a war criminal but it did nothing to soften the blow. Her words about convening with all the Princesses sat uneasy with me; for there was no way to know how they would act or what they would bear upon me and the Hive. And, in the end, their judgement would be final. This would either be our salvation or our doom.

The Pink One (I think they call her Pinkie Pie) immediately decided she needed a party at some damnable place or another, but was swiftly reminded of my limited access to Ponyville. Somehow she took it in stride and created the damnable thing in the palace, in far too short of a time to be plausible. She then proceeded to drag me to a room filled to the brim with sickeningly sweet things and far too cheery colours. What came as no surprise to me was how a sizeable portion of the party’s population treated me with fear, disgust; or, for just a few, hatred, no doubt for my acts during the failed invasion.

After the so-called party, the princess and her dragon led me to a room where I would be staying. Walking through the place affirmed an oddity I had noticed earlier: there were no guards around. Just how does she intend to enforce her rule with no guards? Thinking back to the larger Changelings who served to enforce my decrees, but also served to protect the Hive, this puzzled me. She is either powerful, naive, or stupid for not having any guards around. From the rumours I have heard, I am more inclined to believe it was either her being naive, or that she truly believed her own power was enough. And through the entire trip I could sense that the princess certainly wanted to help me just as easily as I could feel the intense hostility the dragon was radiating the entire time.

It was to this that I would have to settle into for however long it would take for the Princesses of Equestria to convene. What I was glad for was that my Hive was finally receiving the aid it needed.

A few of the ponies forgave us (like that quiet yellow one) and willingly offered to provide the positive emotions needed to create the sustenance — the Nectar — necessary for our survival. One thing I had not expected to find was that patchwork creature which appears to follow the Yellow One around.

"Oh look!” he announced as he popped into the room. Walking over to me, he continued, “Does Twilight have a new guest here, or is this simply her newest friendship quest?" He was far too close now even for my taste. "Discord's the name, chaos is my game. So what might you be? Failed alicorn experiment? Ascended inse —”

"Discord!" the Yellow One said firmly. "No bothering our new guest. Her name is Chrysalis, and she is Queen of a Changeling Hive. She's here under Twilight's protection until the other Princesses arrive."

"Only joking, my dear Fluttershy." He turned back to me and held out a paw. "Discord, Spirit of Chaos, The Mad King, and all those other fun little titles." The paw was no longer empty but held a mini Changeling in the most glaring colours imaginable, which proceeded to tap dance on me all while multiplying in numbers. I tried to speak but he suddenly vanished with a small poof along with his mini pests.

Not a day in and I'm almost regretting not surrendering in Canterlot. Facing a swift death there rather than staying in this town sounds practically divine right about now. Disgust and fear I can deal with, but those two make this place feel like a madhouse! I sighed, I don’t think I’ll even make it to speak with the Princesses!

Part IV: Defiance of Knowledge

Edited by Compact-Cassette Pony

The following morning I teleported to Canterlot to inform the other Princesses; however, my timing couldn't have been any worse. I found only Luna, armed with her ethereal weapons, ready to head out.

It was a last minute issue she had informed me of — a potentially dangerous creature was far too close to a remote pony settlement. Celestia was in Baltimare, foreseeing a trade negotiation and couldn't leave before the week was up. Cadance and Shiny were both on a goodwill mission…on the other side of the world. It would be two weeks if not more before we could convene, as it was not deemed a national emergency in light of Chrysalis' surrender and Outcasting from the Collective.

I was promptly assigned Guards to help enforce my decree. I initially refused but Luna persuaded me and I allowed them to patrol around Ponyville, ensuring that no Changelings leave the area. Ten Lunar Guards were joined by ten Solar Guards once Luna had managed to reach Celestia. Said Guards then proceeded to escort me home. Upon reaching my home both the Solar Earth Pony and the Lunar Thestral Captains proceeded to work with me to determine the best way forward.

A few days later I decided to try and introduce Chrysalis to daily activities around Ponyville. I thought it best to begin with my friends, thinking that it would be the easiest and most productive way for her to become accustomed to the town. That being said, I had hoped to start off with Rarity, but, due to a momentary lapse in judgement, had forgotten she was out of town on business; so Applejack it was. I knew that Applejack's acceptance and or tolerance of Chrysalis would go a long way to help ease tension of the other ponies in town.

I led the way to Sweet Apple Acres, Chrysalis lagging slightly behind me, and a pegasus Solar Guard patrolling just above. When we arrived, both Chrysalis and I saw Discord handing a basket overflowing with bright, red delicious apples to Applejack. He noticed us and, with a poof, a miniature version of Discord hovered just between us.

"Fine morning for a visit, is it not?" Discord then snapped his talons, and in another spontaneous poof, was dressed like a school teacher with thick, black glasses. And this was more than fitting, considering that Chrysalis now looked like the most disgruntled student ever. She offered Discord an…. egg — a polka-dotted egg. With another snap they were back to normal, but Chrysalis was still holding the polka-dotted egg. "Eggs. You reference these as new life, correct?” Chrysalis nodded, unknowing of just where this strangely placed conversation was going. “With how many of your kind that are hatch from eggs, it only makes sense." Discord leaned back, "Reborn. Redemption. From the bad that you have birthed in the past; like hatching from an egg." Another snap and he was full-sized again, "Well, I'm off to help Pinkie and Rainbow plant silverware. Ciao!" And with another snap of his magical talons, he was gone. But not before leaving a rather festive-looking garland of eggs and apples on Chrysalis's head.

Discord, reformed or not, he still managed to confuse me at times. Chrysalis, however, looked rather annoyed. Either from Discord or her new headwear or both, I wasn't sure. But if I really had to pick a reason, I was going to have to go with both. Discord definitely took some getting used to.

Chrysalis swiftly threw away her new headwear, while Applejack, who had gone inside to put down the overwhelming and rather mountainous basket of apples, had finally returned once more.

"Mornin', Twi" Applejack said, smiling at me. Her smiled faded slightly when she noticed Chrysalis with me, though. "Mornin' to you as well." This greeting was certainly far less friendly than how she greeted me. But I don’t think Chrysalis really notice.

"Good morning, Applejack." I said, greeting her as an awkward smiling spread across my features.

Chrysalis remained silent, however… I sighed internally. I knew this would be difficult, but I had hoped for a bit more than just tense silence. I reviewed topics to see if anything would catch their interests. And that is when a stroke of genius hit me. "Chrysalis, Applejack, I realize this is quite difficult for all of us but I'm sure you two could surely relate on something..." My awkward smile still wouldn’t leave my face. How fitting.

"And what might that be, Twilight?"

Surprisingly, Chrysalis finally spoke for the first time this whole trip. But not before bearing down on me with a look of an unimpressed nature. "Please, do enlighten us."

Oh Celestia, why did I ever think this would work?

"Family" I said sharply. I looked back to Chrysalis, the awkward smile finally fading, and a look of confidence replacing it. "Chrysalis, you care for your Hive. I saw that when you pleaded for sanctuary, for not just you but the entirety of your hive.” I turned to Applejack now. “And Applejack, the first time I came here, and the many times after that, I am always reminded of how much family means to you."

"The Hive is not a ‘family’," Chrysalis retorted. She sounded sour over the observation.

"It is, in a sense.” I smiled back to her now, an almost manic look about me. “You are their Queen, and it is your eggs that allow the Hive to survive and prosper so. In a sense you are the mother of your Hive."

"Their existence allows the Hive to continue, nothing more," Chrysalis added. It seems that she is firmly set in her stance on the matter.
I shook my head, still disagreeing with her point. "They share a link with you. They know you, just like you know them. They may work for you but you do care for them. And Applejack may not have foals but she cares for her family." I took a deep breath now, knowing I was about to take a dark yet deep plunge. "You invaded Canterlot not for conquest but for food, didn't you?"

Chrysalis growled, "Of course I did! Changeling Hives are named for where they are based. I was in a desert! There were so few other beings around to provide positive emotions to create Nectar for the Hive. I needed food and I was tired that we lived endlessly in the shadows! A chance for me and the Hive to rise above our meagre existence? Of course we took the chance!"

I saw Chrysalis breathing heavily after her tirade. I moved closer to her, to see if I could comfort her, but I was cut short by an orange hoof. Applejack approached Chrysalis, albeit slowly. "Ah understand." She placed a hoof across Chrysalis's back. "Some years are bad, gettin' little for what we till. Hard harvest, hard year. Ah’ve lived 'em."

Chrysalis turned to look Applejack in the eye. There was a spark there. A light that gave me the feeling of hope. "And how did you get through them?" The question sounded genuine, like she actually cared. I think we’re having a breakthrough here!

"Family. The only thin' ya have when every bit o' the harvest is rotten. Family, friends, neighbours. They all help gettin' through the year. They help us an' we help them. We share in the good an' the bad. Met Celestia b'fore, and she likely would have helped. if y'all just ask, that is. Heck, she did the same for mah family; gave us this here land." Applejack swept her hoof across picturesque scene before them all: her family farm. "And the Apples been here ever since."

The two fell silent for some time after. But when the time called for it, Chrysalis was the first to speak. "You're still uncertain about me, are you not?."

Applejack sighed, but continued to look intently towards Chrysalis. "Course. Your lies tricked me to turn mah back on mah family, my friends." She indicated this moreso, pointing towards my distanced position. "Family is more than just your kin. For me, Ah value mah kin and the truth."

"Why?"

"As Ah said before, family be yer only help in bad times. The truth or rather honesty, is an important fact o' life when yer farmin'. Hidin' the truth don’t do much. Acceptin' things as they come, on the other hoof, is and always has been part o' life for me." Applejack removed her hoof from Chrysalis’ back now. "Reckon we all need a little time.” Applejack looked back over towards me and motioned me closer. “Twi, I need to get back to apple bucking.” She then tipped her Stetson to us both as she backed away slowly.

After-the-fact, Applejack headed off towards the barn, leaving both Chrysalis and myself standing on the edge of her immense property. Things had gone far more smoothly than expected, but it seemed Applejack was starting to tolerate Chrysalis just a little bit more.

Part V: Ray of Hope

Edited by Compact-Cassette Pony

The Hive was self-sufficient! We needed none to help us survive; and yet the words of that orange apple pony still resonate heavily with me! Why? Hard years are nothing to a lifetime of meager conditions. And the very notion of family — ha! The Hive is no family, only a means of survive, and every Hive operates on its own, living or dying on its own accord.

I sighed.

Yet why had I allowed myself to plea for help? Why would I do so? Was it for my own survival or the survival of the Hive? And was I a coward for doing so? I wasn't sure anymore...

Thoughts like these danced about my mind as the Princess led me through the streets, escorted by one of the new guards as she did so. I thought it was bad enough when the personal guards of the Canterlot Princesses landed a few days ago, but these new guards were very different. There was a sparkling appearance about them that seemed to reflect the very light of day, and light royal-blue armour they wore was treated very much in the same fashion. Those damn ponies look like something out of a fairy tale that some fools dreamed up, with shining coat and antiqued armours to boot.

"Chrysalis, are you alright?" asked the purple Princess as she noticed I was trailing behind.

"Fine," was the clipped response. "Where are we going to?"

"We're going to my friend Rarity's. I had hoped to introduce you to her first but having you meet Applejack certainly helped. She still may feel...indifferent towards you, but she has started accepting you. And that helps the town be more at ease with you and the other Changelings."

I gave a brief nod of understanding. Most of the ponies around town were still skittish, but nothing to the same degree. As for my Hive, some of my Drones have been disappearing only to return with an abundance of positive emotions; enough to cultivate into Nectar. Despite the Hive Mind, I had little idea of where they went to find such a fine harvest. What also confused me was the Princess. She had been seemingly overly friendly, even to me. Me, who once was her enemy and, by all rights, certainly had power over. She held the fate of the Hive and yet she didn't crush us or destroy us. Instead she offered to spend time with me, to work on obtaining the best possible outcome from our surrender.

"Darling!" a voice called out, breaking my train of thought. We turned to see the snow-white unicorn seated outside a cafè. The building itself was rather prestigious looking. All the windows were accented with curves of gold— lacking abrasive edges, and the tables themselves were of a dark, oak-looking wood. Each detail intricately carved into them, as the legs twisted and curved around themselves to their unified foothold upon the ground below.

I wouldn’t be caught dead drinking any substance at a place like this, ever.

"Hello Twilight,” she greeted once more as we approached. Her smiled was rather large.“It's certainly a pleasure to see you." She turned to face me next. "Hello Chrysalis. I trust Twilight has been a gracious host?"

I merely nodded. The incessantly flamboyant unicorn was rather difficult to handle during the failed invasion. She seemed rather pushy once she started talking. And her talking! Her endless chatter was like the dull hum of the Hive Mind, multiplied tenfold!

"You seem far more at ease with Chrysalis than you had been a few days ago," Twilight said, furrowing her eyebrow quizzically.

"Ah... That darling, was mere reluctance. What can I say? Our rather sparactic meeting was when the Changelings came charging in to ruin one of the most majestic weddings between the beautiful Princess and her dashing Knight."

"Rarity..." Twilight deadpanned. "That was not a romance novel... That was my family."

Rarity waved a hoof, "I know that, dear. I meant no offence in saying such. Still, before I knew what an opportunity this would bring. Our dear friend Pinkie Pie has found that too."

This got me curious, now. Perhaps an answer to the wandering drones? "And in what form has this ‘opportunity’ sprung about?" I questioned, stopping Twilight from continuing.

"Why, for business of course! The very adaptability of their appearances works wonders for Pinkie's parties, but for my own work as well. They capture a pony in a way no ponyquin ever could."

"What?" This must be the cause of the mysterious source of positive energy?

"Opportunities, such as these, are positive examples of how Changelings and Ponies could co-exist," interjected an oh so familiar voice. I turned to see that the Princess had gone about adding her thoughts on the matter.

I was about to argue but they had a point. These events had given us opportunity to create more Nectar.

The white pony looked startled. "Oh, where are my manners? We started a conversation without any proper introductions! I am Rarity, proprietor of Carousel Boutique, and Bearer of the Element of Generosity."

Mentally, I sighed, far too used to the formal introductions that signalled the start of a meeting with the Collective. "Chrysalis, Queen of the Outcasted Western Desert Ridge Hive."

With that said and done, the unicorn's eyes began darting all over me. She looked somewhat infatuated. "Well, you do have a fine figure. Even without disguising yourself as Princess Cadance. Yes; without disguises — what a fine model you could be."

“And why would I even consider the idea?" Personally, it seemed like a waste of time.

"As I stated earlier, it is an excellent example of cooperation," Twilight answered. "Things like this could grant you and your Hive permanent residency in Equestria."

"Indeed, and you would be the star, basking in the limelight of success. And my talents could be just the ticket. The gems of my cutie mark not only demonstrate my abilities to find precious gems, but also how I bring out one's inner beauty. In my work, I merely bring it out and make it shine for the whole world to see."

Again, we were interrupted. This time, however, by a pair walking by looking for the talkative unicorn. It was that mismatched thing and the quiet, yellow pegasus.

"Hello Twilight. And Rarity, good to see you,” the Mismatched One said. “Oh, and Chrysalis! How could I possibly forget about you.” He then produced a magical bouquet of roses and proceeded to hoof them over to me. But before I could throw them back at his face in my own magic, he poofed them into thin air with an almost maniacal chuckle. “Better being out and about than inside, hmm?"

Wonderful! I could sense a headache on the horizon, and just from hearing that mismatched thing speak. So far it was a close race between the flamboyant unicorn, the crazy pink pony, and that mad patchwork for who would likely drive me insane first.

"We came to find you, Rarity. You weren't home, and today's our weekly get together," said the quiet pony.

"Indeed. Look, here's last week's project!" Discord said waving a long purple object.

"Is that supposed to be the worm from when Cadance and I went to fetch that flower for you?" Twilight asked.

"Oh no! No worm, but maybe a larva. After hatching from its egg, it is set to gathering all that it needs before it can become a cocoon.” As he said this, the purple object inched around his body. "No Twilight, this is knitted yarn. This is a leg."

"A leg?" I asked. Why would anypony need a fake leg made of yarn?

Discord gave a wide smile. "Of course a pony needs legs, or it falls like a set of dominos — even a house of cards." As he finished his statement, he snapped in an oddly shaped house of mismatched items that looked doomed to fall.

Rarity stood up speedily to join the new arrivals. "Well, I am running late, so farewell for now. Oh, and Chrysalis? Please do consider my offer, It could be wondrous for us both," Rarity said as she followed both the yellow pegasus and the patchwork out.

As she left, I had to admit putting some thoughts towards her idea. But the lingering thoughts of the trepidation that most ponies still held for Changelings made me doubtful. However, with how some of the Hive had returned, maybe there could be some merit to it.

Part VI: Interlude of Reflection

Edited by Compact-Cassette Pony

"Let's review each Princess and their Court,” Twilight began. “This information could be useful when presenting your case when the time comes.”

Twilight and Chrysalis were seated amongst the vast shelvings of books in the rather spacious library of the Crystal Oaks. They had come to this very spot — between “Equestrian Law and Order” and “Complete Equestrian History: Volumes One to Three-thousand” — reviewing all the possible ways Changelings could co-exist within pony society for the past few hours. This was to have them hopefully prepared for when Princess Celestia, Luna and Cadence would convene in the coming two week's time.

Twilight pointed to a file labelled with a crescent moon. "Each file contains information for each members own Court; reading it over should help familiarize you with them. But I'll start with some quick overview beginning with Princess Luna’s…” Twilight paused for dramatic effect. “The Lunar Court and Luna should be the easiest. Her Court has probably the most diverse members in regards to species and occupation. As well, Luna is one who tends to be quite direct. Fitting as she was once the Bearer of the Element of Honesty, but she also looks well on being respectful, not grovelling. Luna also certainly understands being granted a second chance."

"So, the Lunar Court should be no trouble at all. Princess Luna prefers being direct and straightforward, and showing respect works best with her," Chrysalis said, summing up Twilight's brief overview.

Twilight nodded and pointed towards a file labelled with a sun next. "Celestia is very understanding and is willing to give amnesty if you can explain your case well. Her Court may have some problems, though. Most of them were present in Canterlot during the failed invasion and were not all too happy with being injured or imprisoned. As well there are a few traditionalists which could likewise make it more difficult."
Chrysalis sighed.The Solar Court was the one she figured would be the most trouble, and right now, it seemed like her suspicions were correct. "Her Court will be difficult, but Princess Celestia is more reasonable, so long as the argument is presented in a well-balanced manner,” Chrysalis said, continuing her summarizations.

Twilight then pointed to the file adorned with a crystalline heart. "The Crystal Empire is young, and recently returned from a thousand years disappearance. They're not fond of tyrants, given their recent history, but they shouldn't object much to your plea. Cadance wouldn't turn you away in spite of what she might feel for Changelings personally." Twilight sighed. "The biggest problem, however, is the Captain of the Crystal Guard — which also happens to be their Prince.

"What problem does he have with Change —” Chrysalis stopped mid-sentence as comprehension dawned. "It's Shining Armor, isn't it?"
Twilight gave a weary nod. "Shining Armor, my loving, caring, wonderful brother...." Twilight sighed and slumped over. "Who also happens to be my stubborn, thick-headed, overprotective brother... He doesn't like Changelings. He doesn't like me being in danger, so naturally, he despises this current situation of you and your Hive being in my custody. This is why he sent ten Crystal Guards over. He likely would have sent an entire battalion if Cadance hadn't convinced him otherwise." Twilight sighed again. "He's the biggest concern among those in the Crystal Court. He’ll most likely be against your case, no matter what you say... Otherwise —” Twilight smiled again, trying to push back the doubt — “you should be fine."

Lastly, Twilight pointed to a star marked file. “This file is for my court. And you've already met all of my deliberators. Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rarity, and myself are on your side. Applejack still has doubts about you, but present it right, and she'll go with it."
Chrysalis looked to the floor and away from Twilight, looking ever so downtrodden. "I still have two others to contend with."
"I was hoping to find Rainbow and get her to calm down, but she's been surprisingly elusive. Spike downright ignores you; he's also been avoiding us as well." Twilight rubbed her head, a headache begging to build just beneath the surface. "Unfortunately, like my brother, they're also stubborn."

Twilight rose to her hooves, planning on leaving for some fresh air. But, before she could make it out of the room, Chrysalis stopped her. "I have one thing to ask."

Twilight sat back down upon her haunches and nodded slowly, solemnly.

"Why?" Chrysalis had been starting to warm up to prospect of staying here, once she saw how the Hive had been doing. But she was still weary of some of Ponyville’s more bizarre residents. And one of those residents just so happened to be one, Twilight Sparkle. "Why would you help me? For the Collective, I was a problem, not worth dealing with, and it is why I and the Hive were Outcasted. A lost cause was what every other Hive Royal called me. They felt my aggressive attitude was pointless, dangerous…” Chrysalis paused, clearly troubled by the things she was confessing to Twilight. But she also felt a comfort in doing so. And so, she continued on, saying, “I had lost. And you had beat me in what Changelings are good at: disguise and infiltration. You held us in custody as refugees when you could have held us as your prisoners. You said to me I had been deemed a war criminal and yet you have helped me. Why?"

Twilight just sat there, the question not being one one she had expected Chrysalis to ask. But she thought on the question before she came up with the answer. She wanted to make sure she would make the point absolutely clear. "If there is one thing I have learned these past few years, it is the importance of forgiveness and second chances," Twilight said starting off slowly. "You know that my friends and I were the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony, yes? What few know is how we met. I've learned how important friendship is and it took five bizarre yet wonderful mares, and a looming return of a powerful alicorn for me to learn that."

"I've heard you and the other Bearers defeated Nightmare Moon. Are you telling me it was all chance?"

"In a way, yes. But also no. I think we were linked together long before we actually met. I used to be a social recluse, and if it weren't for those five insistent mares, I would have likely failed. They stood by me as we faced threat after ancient threat. Together we turned Discord back to stone — we reformed him, forgave him. We helped to defeat Sombra and you. And together we returned Tirek to his prison. They've stood by me through dangerous threats and the general mayhem of life in Ponyville. I've messed up, my friends have messed up. But, all in the end, we forgave each other."

"Where is this going?" Chrysalis interrupted as she was still not seeing the point of this.

"I've learned forgiveness is not earned but given. I have to admit not being fond of Changelings, given what has happened, but I've come to enjoy you and the Hive being around. There are ponies, I and others who are willing to give you a second chance. To give you and the Hive a fresh start. Celestia has been my teacher and mentor for almost two decades. She strives for the same thing, and it is one of her lesser known achievements. Equestria is strong to defend its citizen, but it is also safe, a sanctuary. And there have been others, in situations just like yours, that she has welcomed wholeheartedly." Twilight stood up and walked over to Chrysalis looking her in the eyes, "I'm privy to more of Equestria's history than most. I know how...bloody the early history was." Twilight sighed. "Celestia has worked to change perceptions, and she does not want to be reminded of dark times. Perhaps I am imitating her but I know how important forgiveness is. I'm helping you, Chrysalis, because everypony should get a second chance, even if they don't always deserve one. Tirek and Sombra, dark with bitterness and hatred, had been the exception. Both sick with the desire for power and total conquest, they had sealed their own fate. You are different, however.”

Chrysalis sat silent, thinking of what Twilight just said. 'It does seem ponies are big on the whole forgiveness and second chance thing. Maybe things will work out in the end.'

"If you have the chance, speak to Discord." Twilight added.

Chrysalis was about to ask why when a blur crashed through the window.

A rainbow maned mare slowly rose from the floor "Sorry ab-" The new arrival locked eyes on Chrysalis. "You!" she squeaked, before using her athletic wings to propel herself forwards in an incredible display of speed...
She was on a collision course with Chrysalis.

Part VII: Question of Motives

Edited by Compact-Cassette Pony

Today had been a productive day; Chrysalis and I actually having time to discuss the last two weeks. Never could I have imagined — thought that Chrysalis would willingly surrender or that she would approach my Court to do so.

Today had been a relaxing day, no disasters or crazy monsters out to destroy Ponyville. Even after living here for some years now the craziness never stops and still gets to me at times. I’ve noticed Chrysalis was having a similar problem to when I first arrived here. And it wasn’t helped by Discord’s constant ministrations… Although I’m glad he’s not causing too much chaos. Some chaos, but it’s manageable and certainly reversible.

Today had been relaxing until a rainbow blur shot through my window. Again. Then said rainbow blur launched herself at Chrysalis. Or rather, it seemed like that until a bright flash blinded us momentarily.

I blinked when I saw Rainbow Dash bound up and lying on the ground before us. She was being constrained by what appeared to be a cocoon, shining in a rainbow of colours. But before I could speak on the matter, I was interrupted.

“Cut!” yelled a mini Discord who climbed up from Rainbow’s back. He was wearing protective gear complete with helmet. To me it looked like he just rode in on Rainbow’s back, somehow…

Discord then casually removed the helmet and gear with a snap, now looking like a villain that Spike would have most definitely described sleazy. This was understandable given his top hat, flowing cape, and pencil mustache. “Nope! All wrong.” A quick snap of his talon and Rainbow Dash was now bound in yarn and candy; again, coloured like that of a rainbow. I saw Discord raise a clapperboard and snapped it. “Action!” he announced.

I could see Chrysalis from the corner of my eye and I could tell she was likely close to snapping. Sighing, I turned to the mini Discord whom looked quite pleased with himself right about now. “Discord, was binding her really necessary?” I asked, rolling my eyes. “Also, were those actual cocoons?”

Discord placed his talon and paw over his heart as if he were acting out a dramatic death scene in a play.“Actual cocoons? Never! As for our friend Rainbow Dash here, I would say yes.” His expression became thoughtful, or what looked to be thoughtful. By Discord’s standards, anyways. Though this look could have been that of a scheming nature — it’s hard to tell. “Perhaps her Element is ‘Fire’ and not Loyalty. But in any case, binding her up like a cocooned insect was important.” Discord’s toothy grin then broke through the questionable expression he was flashing. “Now you three can have your all important ‘friendship talk’.”

I —”

With my mouth agape, Discord shifted his form, changing into a blue spider. Said blue spider proceeded to shoot off a web which connected to the window in which Rainbow had crashed in through. “This has been your friendly neighbourhood Discord. Ta-ta!” And with that he grabbed the string of spider web within the prickly grasp of one of his legs, and swung out the window.

I shook my head and turned to see that Chrysalis was still having some issues over Discord’s appearance. Quickly I grabbed her attention before we both turned to face Rainbow Dash, who was trying unsuccessfully to escape her bonds.

“Rainbow Dash…?” I began, hoping I could help ease the hostile and reluctant duo into actually talking this out. “This is Discord’s handiwork. I doubt you’re leaving here anytime soon until we finish.”

Rainbow grunted exasperatedly. “Twilight, can’t you use magic or something to get it off?”

I tapped my chin with the tip of my hoof whilst in thought. “Probably. Although I doubt it’s that easy, knowing Discord. I think Discord is right though, talking might be the only way out.” I nudged Chrysalis gently, “So could we start?”

Chrysalis snorted rather loudly. “What is there to talk about? She’s been ever so hostile since the beginning.”

“Chrysalis,” I said in a warning tone, “could we at least try? I would rather not have Rainbow bound here all day. Especially since Discord managed to bind her wings.”

“That thing tricked us!” Rainbow yelled out as she tried again to escape her binds once more. “Why should we trust her?!”

“That thing, as you called her, has a name. It is Chrysalis, leader of a Changeling Hive…” A paused for a moment, in an attempt to allow my words sink in just a little bit. “Have you ever thought that you two might share something in common?”

My ears flattened as they both started shouting at each other — at me. This day was going so well, I should have known something like this would happen. I raised a hoof, silently asking but also hoping for silence.

“I know Chrysalis tricked you, and many others, but she has a duty to her Hive. From what I have learned, Changelings in the Hive need to work together. Without bonds between them the Hive would fall apart.”

“It’s true…” Chrysalis said, looking towards the ground beneath her ebony flank. “Without us working together —” I could tell she was still reluctant to the whole thing — “without the Hive working together, we couldn’t survive.”

“So what does this have to do with your stupid invasion?” Rainbow growled out, still not happy with the situation.

Chrysalis sighed. “My Hive lives on the fringe of society; there are few settlements near us, and certainly not enough to sustain us for long.” Chrysalis growled. “Hives like mine are rarely large in numbers. This likely stopped me from asserting myself above the rest of the Collective.” Chrysalis then turned her head up to look at Rainbow. “From what Twilight has told me you would do anything for your friends. Is this correct?”

“Yes,” Rainbow answered, not certain where Chrysalis was going.

“Then understand this: I would do anything to ensure our survival, even if it meant using underhanded tactics — anything to gain the advantage. I protect and lead them just as they protect and work for me.”

Rainbow glared at Chrysalis for a short while before doing something I never really would have expected to see. Rainbow sighed. It wasn’t just a short, insignificant sigh, either. It was a sigh of acceptance — defeat. “Fine,” she said. “Twilight over there is right. We would both do anything to protect those we care about.”

I blinked. “Wait… Since when does Rainbow Dash, Equestria’s fastest flier, and future Wonderbolt admit defeat. Especially this easily?”
Rainbow turned her head to look at me now. “Fluttershy... A few days ago I was visiting Fluttershy and she confronted me about my attitude towards Chrysalis. May confront is too strong of a word to use. More like a stern talking.”

I shook my head. Of course Fluttershy, one of Rainbow’s oldest friends, could get through to her in a way that so few ever would. “So what does this mean?”

Rainbow grunted. “I still want to take her down for her stupid invasion, for tricking me to abandon you. Fluttershy said no, and that I should forgive her. Maybe I don't need to start a fight. And maybe what I did just now was stupid. But I’m still not forgiving her.”

Chrysalis nodded, looking towards me for closure. “I think this is about as close as we’ll get.”

I nodded in solemn agreement. I knew getting them to talk was a long shot. Getting them to be friendly was an even larger shot. I’ll settle, however, for civil. Civil is...nice. “So this leaves us where, then?” I asked.

“I’m not sorry for doing what I must, but I’ll take civil,” Chrysalis said.

“Still not forgiving her, but I’ll call a truce for now,” Rainbow seconded.

“I’ll take it as it is now Rainbow, but you should try to forgive her,” I said, pointing at her. “And you should try to make peace with her,” I finished, pointing at Chrysalis.

“Probably won’t happen anytime soon,” Chrysalis said.

“Not likely, Twilight,” Rainbow said.

Another blinding flash and the bonds were gone from Rainbow’s body.

“Finally!” Rainbow yelled, stretching out her rather stiff wings. “Oh, right. Sorry about the window Twilight!” Rainbow shouted as she shot out through the window she had initially broken.

I nudged Chrysalis gently. “I think something relaxing is in order. I’m heading over to Sugarcube Corner, are you coming?”
Chrysalis nodded, smiling all the while. “I might as well check with the Hive.”

Before we could leave, the door slammed open and Spike walked in.

Part IX: Silence of Hatred

Part VIII: Blindness of Arrogance

Edited by Compact-Cassette Pony

With less than a week to the planned convention, I held another Court session that was slightly tenser than the last one had been. Spike was the only one who still refused to forgive Chrysalis. That, and he refused to even allow her to speak. I knew something had to be done and soon, otherwise it could be disastrous once all the Princesses and their Courts had gathered. Other than that I had expected a fairly normal Court session: minor complaints and requests being the most strenuous of things to “look forward” to. Nothing major, though, just what I typically dealt with. Apparently the universe decided to be cruel and gave me this one final curveball.

One group that waited to see us were some workers from Canterlot Castle, who had asked where everyone would be staying when the meeting commenced at the end of the following week. I was confused, and frankly so were all of my friends. It took a hurried flamed letter and about fifteen minutes to clear up the confusion. Apparently the meeting had been mistakenly written in as Crystal Oaks instead of Canterlot Castle. The clerk who caused this error could not be tracked down, although he had left a name — Peaceful Disaster. I swear I could hear Discord laughing in the background.

With no time to readjust the meeting back to Canterlot, I went with the only other option: I assured the workers that accommodations will be found and I invited them to return the next day. Court was declared closed thereafter. My friends and I devised some plans to see if some accommodations could be made by the week’s end, however the first task at hoof was the Mayor’s office. Mayor Mare held much the same power and position as before, I had interfered little to none with the local politics and I preferred this arrangement. So, with that being said, our little meeting was something I had hoped would go more or less smoothly. But once again the world conspires against me.

It took about an hour of questions, fainting, smelling salts, and tea before the cycle repeated itself again and again…. By the end of it, we came to the decision that the local inn was too small to even consider using, not to mention the expansion cost would have been ridiculous. That left only one place that would have enough space... And that one place was my home. Wonderful. This led to me, all of my friends, Chrysalis, the entire Hive, and seemingly most of the Canterlot workers to begin all the necessary preparations. Fortunately, this later snowballed into almost the entire town all pitching in to clean and furnish every possible room large enough for guests. Now, instead of an almost bare crystal tree, I had a very richly furnished crystal tree.

With the tree fully furnished came the other issue that needed to be dealt with: Spike and Chrysalis. In the past three weeks since Chrysalis moved in with her Hive, I had grown to enjoy spending time with her. Due to the constraints she was under, she spent the majority of her time either in my home or with my friends. In that time I learn quite a lot more about her, or really what I could get a glimpse of beneath the arrogance and entitlement. Still, when she was being more pleasant, I did find her to be of good company. I heard of her life in the desert which was a lot harsher than it is here, but it seems that the Changelings have maintained a thriving culture that was very interesting to learn about. Another thing I had learned about her was how willing she was to do anything for her Hive; the desperate invasion of Canterlot was proof of that. It was something that I could understand and relate to in a way. Although my measures are usually less...drastic. Usually.

And still Spike refused to speak to Chrysalis at all, though at this point the only thing I could hope for was for the two to be somewhat civil… So a day after we had finished furnishing the crystal tree that I, who was tired of waiting for the two to do anything at all, more or less politely asked the two to meet with me in one of the smaller rooms which I had so creatively sealed off.

Before I could even speak, I was cut off by a cold voice —

“I hate you,” Were the first words I heard out of Spike’s mouth, and I knew he meant it.

“I’ve been called worse, dragon.” Chrysalis snapped back with a rather vicious snarl.

Spike just glared at her, an almost malicious way about it. I swear this was going exactly as I thought it would — absolutely nowhere.

“I hate you for what you did. You attacked my family, and for what?!” Spike yelled.

“Food. Positive emotions are our food source,” Chrysalis answered back snidely.

“Food? You Changelings feed off emotions — drain ponies dry. Do you even think about how we feel about that?” Spike continued to yell. This made me thankful for the silencing spell I had placed on the room which would ensure no unwanted Guards barging in.

Chrysalis returned his glare this time. “Why would we? Food is food.” She furrowed her brow. “What would you do to survive?”

Spike growled silently.

“Have you any ideas of our living conditions, dragon?” Chrysalis asked.

“No…” Spike growled out. “I don’t.”

“This land is almost paradise compared to my own homeland! Do you have any idea of how hard it is to find even just a scrap of food?”

“No…” Spike said, more quietly than before now.

I watched the two resume their silent glares, and I sighed at this. I knew it was nearly hopeless, but I wanted them to be at least civil when the meeting began. So much for thinking that.

“I hate you,” Spike began more quietly this time. “All you Changelings live off of others, with nothing in return.”

I continued to stay silent watching the two carefully; watching Spike was almost like watching a fire grow increasingly more intense, especially as his voice picked up in volume again. “Parasites, that’s what Changelings are! We serve as your damn food and you leave us as nothing, which is the very meaning of parasite!”

I moved from my position and hugged Spike tightly hoping to prevent another outburst.

I could see Chrysalis staring at us both intently. After a while I could feel Spike calming down.

“I do not like you or Changelings,” Spike said firmly breaking free of my embrace. “I might never like you.”

“Fine, dragon, hatred is something I’m more than used to,” Chrysalis said crisply.

Spike slumped slightly, the fire dying down somewhat. “I did, however, learn about forgiveness — especially when you almost hurt those closest to you…” Spike breathed deeply before continuing. “I will agree to move past this. But if you attack my family again...”

Chrysalis nodded, understanding the unstated threat. “I’ve learned some things as well dragon. That ponies are more than just food sources, so fine…we’ll move past this.”

Both of them resumed glaring at each other, although less intense than it had been earlier. I knew it would take a long time before either of them would be ready to move past this stage of uneasy peace, but I was glad that both of them would likely remain civil enough for the meeting next week.

Part X: Sight of Freedom

Author's Note

This is the last chapter of the story, the epilogue. If you are confused or wondering why this is the case please refer to this blog.

Part X: Sight of Freedom

As I walked towards the Canterlot Castle, I paused to have a better look at its particular features. On my last visit here things had been very different. On the last visit here I had made my way into the mountain city through subterfuge, with the intent of conquering said mountain city for me and my Hive. I had very nearly succeeded in this goal only to be stopped at the very end by one pony.

Despite failing that goal, I now found myself back at that very same mountain city, and things had certainly changed since that day over two years ago. Yesterday had been a momentous occasion, where I learned that my Hive had been granted the rights to live freely in Equestria. In a way, my goal had been fulfilled; although not as I had expected.

The Hive had been granted a secure place to live, and with growing numbers, the opportunities for co-existence with ponies only grew tenfold. As well with our rights to live in Equestria, along with the circumstances of our departure from the Collective, we were granted authentic Equestrian citizenship.

That was why I was here today. To publicly accept Equestrian citizenship from the Princesses of the Tetrarchy, who would in turn formally welcome me and the Hive into Equestria. It was also to present to the public the results of yesterday’s events.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle nudge at my side and it broke my attention from the marble castle. I looked down to my side to see Twilight standing next to me. Twilight Sparkle, the pony that nearly destroyed the Hive through her actions, had also been the one to lead the fight to give the Hive and myself a new home. When this all started a month ago I only held respect for Twilight, and nothing more than that. But, overtime I had found that my respect towards Twilight had grown, and despite my fears about the insanity of Ponyville and its inhabitants, I was glad that the Hive had found a home where food was no longer in short supply.

Walking with Chrysalis back to Canterlot Castle for a press conference seemed almost surreal. Never in a million years would I have thought that she would return to Equestria after what had happened last time. I think this even though I do know that stranger things have happened; Discord’s reformation still baffles me at times.

We were both making our ways to Canterlot Castle from the train station, and we had decided that a sky chariot would be overboard, drawing the press in like they were a wake of vultures. So going by train, along with a simple disguise, would allow us to make our way through Canterlot with minimal interruptions.

Walking towards the castle gates I noticed that Chrysalis was no longer beside me. I turned to see that she had stopped to look at the castle. In a way it made sense, given the prior circumstances of her last visit here. While I know how powerful friendship could be, it never could have prepared me for a visit from Chrysalis. Even now it’s still a sight at times to see Changelings so open in Ponyville. Well, fairly open. I knew that there were still some holdouts against them. Even yesterday that was made clear by how adamant some ponies were against allowing Changelings to settle in Equestria as citizens. I sighed at this thought, knowing it would be a long time before the two species were no longer near possible hostility. And I knew it would be even longer before the hatred and distrust would fade.

I walked over to dark unicorn standing in front of Canterlot Castle and nudged her gently. She took the hint and followed me inside the castle. The future for Changelings in Equestria was still fraught with complications, and things would take time before it got better. I was glad, however, that Chrysalis and her Hive had been granted lands near Ponyville to settle. It would be nice to have more chances to learn about and to meet more Changelings in general, but also to hopefully spend some more time with Chrysalis, whom I had found to be good company over this past month.

Author's Notes
With this chapter, the story is finished. Thank you to Compact-Cassette Pony for all the help in pre-reading and editing and helping to making the story more cohesive.

Part VIII: Blindness of Arrogance

Edited by Compact-Cassette Pony

A few days ago I had the absolute pleasure of talking with Twilight about the upcoming meeting with the other Princesses…

Then I had to deal with Mr. Chaotic and the Rainbow One, although the second of the two required actions from the ‘living chaos’ himself for us to talk. Then, the dragon walked in! I knew he was about to yell at me like the rainbow one did but Twilight teleported him away with her magic before he could say anything.

Suffice to say, I was more impressed than before and I had a bit more respect for Twilight. A dragon, regardless of age, is very resistant to magic, and for her to teleport one took a lot of strength.

I almost wish I was dealing with the dragon, though, instead of the chaos devil lying on the ceiling above me. Patchwork — ehm — Discord, as he said his name was. He treated gravity as though it didn’t exist… This was brought about attention when I had been wandering the hallways and a cough, which seemed to resonate from above, drew my attention. That is when I found him using the ceiling as the floor for his lounge chair.

“Good day, Chrysalis,” Discord greeted. “What a pleasant afternoon, is it not?”

I swear he really was in a race with some of the ponies of this town to see who would drive me insane first… “Hello Discord,” I said curtly hoping not to deal with him for much longer.

Discord then floated down from the crystalline roof, in a form about half his usual size. “You know, you’re far too grim,” he said, a toothy-grin gracing his features once more. “Perhaps a little smile when you see ol’ Discord would be nice?”

I began rubbing my head with a forehoof knowing that dealing with him always ended in a headache. “If you’re looking for Twilight, she’s elsewhere in this palace maze.”

“Oh, I’m not looking for her,” he said coyly. “I am however, looking for you.”

“Me? Why?” I really had hoped my curt answers would have made him leave, but they didn;t appear to be working as such.

“Just checking that you’re learning the all-important friendship lessons…” He motioned with one of his claws in a circular motion. “You know, helping out a friend.”

“We’re not friends Discord.”

Discord then pulled out a black knitted pony (which looked like it was supposed to resemble me) and continued his ramblings. “You really are grumpy. Even moreso than Luna, and she can be quite grumpy.”

I stared at the pony in his talons furthermore. “Is that suppose to be me?”

“Perhaps...”

I groaned out, “Please get to the point.”

“Was the insect analogy I made not enough?”

“What insect analogy?”

“Oh, you know. All those times I spent with my friends, just around when you appeared,” Discord said as the black pony was put away in favour of a dish of pastries, to which he proceeded to eat the...plate

“Wait…. What did you do?” I growled as I turned to face him.

“Nothing harmful, I can assure you.”

“No. All you did was made me question why I thought surrendering to a mad town was a good idea. You showed up before with eggs, a purple thing you called a larva, and a few days ago with a cocoon —”

I stopped to think as some of the pieces clicked into place.

“You know...I’m actually surprised Twilight didn’t clue in sooner,” Discord said while sitting in a stiff, stone-like throne in front of me. The throne was adorn with many prismatic jewels which — to me anyways — I figured were falsified.

“You’ve been messing with me because of a ridiculous insect analogy?”

“Helping — not exactly messing. Well, messing, I suppose. But in a helpful way!”

“What? How?”

“A seed or rather an egg of doubt to shake your notion of the perfect infinite food source you saw ponies as. This pastel land is not utopia; Applejack understands that. And besides, nothing says bonding quite like shared misery, hm?”

Discord poofed and appeared on the floor which forced me to look down at my hooves just to keep eye contact.

“Rarity and Pinkie showed there are ways to co-exist: you have food, like larvae have food that allows them to live, to grow.”

Another enigmatic poof and Discord was on the wall beside me. “Cocoons. They slow things down, allow them develop — grow. Our mutual rainbow friend just needed to slow down and think for a moment, instead of being rash.”

“Then what’s the butterfly in your analogy?” I interjected.

“Me.”

One word said more softly and more sincerely than anything else I had heard thus far.

“What?”

“A butterfly showed me the path to friendship, and now... I guess I’m here to see that you don’t falter like I did.” Discord poofed and was back on the ceiling, “A butterfly. A more sentimental creature than me that would call them signs of new life.” Discord snapped and a detailed map of Equestria appeared between us, “This little town is where I fell and rose anew….” Discord paused before frowning. “Bah, too poetic for my taste. A new Discord was born here, if you want to even call it that. Once, I was the monster that everyone feared. You didn’t listen that first night but I was the Mad Tyrant, the Chaos King. I ruled the world and all the creatures in it. I ruled everyone and everything from gryphons, dragons, zebras, ponies, and many more. And when I used to rule, the world — everything changed at my whim. I was the stuff of nightmares, the great monster…. until I took some Princesses with magical harmony to the chest.”

“Wait! Then how have Changelings never heard of you?” I could not recall a single Changeling legend about Discord, or any other creature like him.

“That is a long story,” Discord said simply. “Twilight wanted to help you, so I’m helping her. Besides, you would have an easier time than I did at convincing the other three for freedom.”

“You sound confident that this will work out. I’m sure you know that a sizable portion of the Princesses and their Courts would be against me on principle.”

Discord snapped his talon once more and four ponies of yarn floated in front of him. He waved the larger white one. “Celestia doesn’t hate you in the same way she still hates me at times.” I saw him pick up the blue one next. “Luna has never met you but the populace sometimes still views her as Nightmare Moon, the monster who almost brought nighttime forever. You’re the monster that almost brought down Canterlot...so she’ll understand.” He raised a pink one. “Cadance. The empathy alone would likely help you.” The last pony of yarn he had was coloured purple. I knew who this one was supposed to represent the most. “Twilight… she helped saved me. I was ‘reformed’ until the promise of freedom was lain out before me. To be that monster again was too great to turn down. And it took the wrath of Tirek nearly destroying us all for me to reform for real...”

I just stared at the chaos devil floating there. It was true that I never heard of him, but if his claims were true, then something was off about Changeling history, something was missing. My thoughts were broken when I felt something placed on my head. Using my magic I lifted it off to find the purple pony, which in no doubt resembled Twilight. “What? Why would you give me a knitted Twilight? Actually...why do you even have one?” I questioned.

“Oh, just reasons. Have fun!” Discord said as he exited stage left, right through the wall. I swear he will be the one to drive me completely over the edge.