Chrysalis is the Dark Knight, forgotten and abandoned by all, or it is what she had thought. Sitting alone in the cave, sobbing her eyes out, over all she had just lost.

A black heart, covered by an equally black skin, hard as rock. A lonely heart with none, and nothing left to yearn for.

Yet, there is something in the end of this tunnel, The hoof reaching out, pulling her up, out of the depth of despair she thought had already claimed her for good. Oh, for the pain that irony sliced out.