Switched: Matriarchal Monarchs

If you've ever met a ruler, small country or otherwise, you'd know most have a certain air of dignity. Some, one of superiority. Others of scorn, so imagine the surprise Abigail had when she met Celestia, Luna, and Discord. Each one of them cared deeply for the ponies they watched over. Even Discord in Wunderland.

Wunderland is much like the human Wonderland. Creatures of Chaos live there with Discord as a, surprisingly, good king. He failed to mention this when he was imprisoned. Try running a country while encased in stone.

"Good afternoon, miss?" asked Celestia, who was sitting on her throne.

"It's Abigail," was the woman's response. "Abigail Grecia."

"Pleased to meet you Miss Grecia," Celestia said, smiling. Abigail looked at the Princess with a no emotion, seemingly blank.

"Don't call me Miss. I know why I'm here. You saw what happened when I arrived," Abigail spoke, still emotionless.

"Alright, and you do?" Celestia asked, seemingly honest.

"Yes. I saw your vision thing. I'm very observant. For instance. On the back of your left hoof, an inch or two from the floor is a crumb of cake. My guess is you have a habit of using it as comfort food," Abigail monotoned.

Celestia's eye twitched. "Oh? Anything else?"

"Yeah. You're walking weird. Either you're in heat, and had sex with a guard, or you lost one of your toys up there," Abigail said.

Celestia's eye twitched faster. "How do you know I'm not experiencing digestion difficulties?"

Abigail looked at Celestia, then to the bed, then to Celestia. "That."

Celestia turned around and walked out. "LUNA! YOU DEAL WITH HER!"

The sound of huffing and loud footsteps echoed away. A blue alicorn entered.

"Abigail I take it?" She asked.

"Yes," she answered.

Luna looked at the bed. "Oh. I didn't think she was that pent up. No wonder that guard had to leave."

"Yup," Abigail said.

"Anyways, I'd like to ask you something," Luna turned back to Abigail. "We need you help. Our country, no, our world is in danger. Please. Help us."

"Alright," Abigail said.

Luna gasped, "But you didn't ask why..."

Abigail sighed and looked at Luna. "When the world is dead and gone. The sun has sang it final song, and the magic is all done, what will be left but the tranquility of the moon? I am Abigail Grecias, The Stealth Gun, The Feet of the Wind. The moon is yours, its light will find your enemies. Should you need the sniper of the moon, I will arrive." With that she tossed something into the air that began to glow. When the light faded, a sniper gun, unlike any other was in the air above her. A deep blue, it hummed with power. Abigail spun her finger underneath it, grabbed it, and fired.

The bullet she fired was of pure, bright moonlight. The bullet would pierce all but a few things. She nodded and tossed it up where it split into multiple copies and disappeared. Abigail looked back down at Luna. "This is a world of decisions, as all are, and my decision has been made. It is my time to change this world for the better."

A Week Later

Abigail rushed forward, sword swinging. All soldiers in the Equestria army are issued one. The sword cleaved through the changelings like butter. Abigail's spinning and swinging had quickly become the tings the changelings feared the most. They called it "The Dance of Shattering Worlds".

Faster, dodge, faster. The same two words, drilled into her mind from her original training, repeated themselves in Abigail's mind. Faster, dodge, faster. Abigail leapt over another changeling. Suddenly a large changeling rushed at her and nearly broke her dance. Abigail danced backwards.

"Hello Queen Bug," Abigail said, "I see you're trying to kill me again today."

"MY NAME IS CHRYSALIS!" The changeling queen rushed forward. Abigail rolled to the side as the claymore the bug wielded rushed past. Abigail pulled out her gun.

"If I didn't know it, actually everyone knows it, then I'd think you," Abigail gestured at Chrysalis,"were a masochist." Chrysalis yelled in rage and tried rushing forward. Abigail's joking manner vanished as she tossed a Night Guard to the side.

A bullet spun forward and smashed into the base of the queen's horn. She dropped to her knees, screaming. "You're lucky," Abigail pressed the gun onto Chrysalis's head, "I see you as an opponent. A terrible one, but an opponent. I'll make sure your body is awarded a proper burial," Abigail got ready to fire when the changeling queen did something unexpected.

"FINALLY," she gasped, exhausted. "My mother has been running us dead. Always impersonating her during a fight." The large changeling had a wave of green pass over her. In her place sat a rather beautiful girl. Instead of the black chitin, the changeling was a deep blue, with no holes. Her wings, instead of bug-like, were much like a butterfly's. Her hair was the same shade of green, but better kept.

"You're a changeling? A daughter of Chrysalis?" Abigail asked.

"Yes. I am Princess Chitia," she said.

"And you side with?" Abigail asked.

"Whoever doesn't expect me to die in their place," she said.

"Welcome then," Abigail reached down and offered her her hand. The changeling princess took it and stood up. She looked out past the multitude of changelings.

"Well, that's a lost cause," she muttered.