Author's Note

Queen Chrysalis's POV

Equestria is Prologue: 1

Naturally, I have a mirror, not that I care too much about my looks in that way as a Changeling. I can change what I look like effortlessly, presenting you with the image of myself I feel is the most advantageous to my idea of the moment.

Passing this mirror is something I do every day as I leave my bed for a new day of duties as the High Queen of my people, the Changelings. I take these duties seriously, but with a pinch of pride. I have served my people for a very long time.

I slip the quilt off of me as I woke up, slipping my hooves down onto the smooth floor of the hive. Once the quilt is once more folded neatly, I can leave the room. From there I trot towards the throne room in order to get my day started. Passing that one mirror, a relic from olden days of what things once were, I see it is glowing, as if a spell had been affecting it. A spell of which I knew exactly nothing, despite my long, extended rein of my Queendom.

What was I to do about this new occurrence, odd as it was? I was pondering the cause of action on my way towards the throne, only to meet one of my minions.

“I need you to look at the mirror, find out what is up with it and why it is glowing!” I commanded.

“Yes, certainly. I’m on it, my Queen!” she merely responded, before galloping off towards the mirror and out of sight.

I quietly continue along the hall to the throne room. Clipperty clop, clipperty clop; the only sounds heard following me on the way I had dutifully taken so many mornings. This would be no different, or so I told myself. I knew of no reason to change anything.

Just as I open the door to the room, walking in and towards the throne, I hear steps behind me. Hasted steps, a minion excited, scared, nervous, anxious trotting, no, galloping towards me with something to say.

“My Queen, the mirror, the mirror. It pulls at me, there is something on the other side. Do you wish for me to make the deeper inquest? If so, I may be unavailable for an untold period of time!” she prompted.

“Are you telling me the mirror is a gate, or a door to a previously unseen room or chamber?” I responded, in a more curious tone.

“From what I can understand, it is a gate to a place on the other side of the wall. I just can’t point at exactly where it is. Just that it most likely isn’t in your castle!” she responded.

“In that case, gather a group of minions in order to secure the discovery. Where ever this leads, I need to know everything about it, in order to stay on top of our situation in the name of all Changelings. Make haste, gather what you need and go forth on an expedition. Relay everything to my grand advisor. I can take the actions if and when needed!” I prompted firmly.

“As your Highness commands!” she responded and scurried off in a cloud of dust, followed with the common clapper of hooves as she vanished out of sight.

Once she had taken the command, I continued on my way to the throne room, in order to get my day started. The door eagerly parted as to permit my entrance to the large room, in which my throne had been securely fused to the floor.

As I enter the room, I could clearly see that it is empty, devoid of any Changelings. I continue towards the throne, carefully sitting down with practiced ease as it is expected out of a Queen. My graces makes the nation flourish, as best is possible for a Hive of Changelings of this time in history. There is little to nothing I could do about the times, I can merely make the best out of it.

My gaze wonders over the common stonewalls that make out the Hive. Of course, the floor and ceiling is the same stone as it had been originally cut out of. The only change that had been done is the polishing of the black stone, giving a smooth, glistering surface that could be slippery.

As strange as it may seem, we have a large collection of stained windows in the throne room, and a few other halls. I imagine they are largely a historical anecdote, yet we stick to the old traditions even more so than the Ponies around us. The very same ponies we came from and are depending on for our very survival. Without them, we would starve to death. Not so much because we eat them, or them working for us. It is the love they experience we require, they enhance our bodies and strengthen us in numerous ways we have yet to fully explore and understand.

The stained glasses depicts our history, the great moments and the embarrassing once, much like they do in the castle of Canterlot where the Princesses Celestia of the sun and Luna of the moon resides. I had been there and seen it all, the few times I had the honour of going there, that is. Apparently, they had been rejoicing, when their beloved Princess of the night returned from her exile in the Moon. I guess I can understand them. Shouldn’t I have felt the same in their position?

I may be a Changeling and a Queen at that, but I am by no means heartless or ignorant. As a Changeling Queen, I can be no fool, or the hive would perish in short. We are still flourishing, thus I have been doing a great job as a ruler of them.

As the time came, the small door to the right opened and spilled forth the High Advisor, who trotted across the hard stone floor with eager steps, making jolly noises of hooves onto the floor as she approached me on the appointed time. Maybe just a minute before the requested instant.

“Good morning, Chrysalis!” she merely expressed with a court nod of her head as she reached the line.

As one of the few Nobles, she was expected to be more informal in her approach, yet just as correct in her addressing me.

“Good morning. Is there anything to report at this early hour?” I merely responded.

She may be a noble, but to me she is still a mere Advaisor. She is to advice and inform me, not the other way around. The pain of being expected to advice the advisor?