Spike watched worriedly as Twilight stomped away after she insisted that Cadance was an awful mare for her brother. Personally, Spike thought calling her evil might have been a stretch but Cadance’s behavior was definitely off.

“I’d better go check on her,” Spike told the five mares he’d come to call his friends. They nodded silently as he raced away to catch up to Twilight.

Finding Twilight hadn’t been anywhere near as hard as he thought it would. He’d spotted her peering through Shining Armor’s window and joined her when she waved him over.

Apparently Twilight had gone to see her brother and convey her suspicions about Cadance. However, before she could convey any of her suspicions about his bride, said bride had shown up and had asked to talk to him in private. Twilight had decided to take her leave and deciding for an altogether different approach.

Namely spying on them from a bush beneath the window sill.

Spike decided to give her the benefit of the doubt if only to (read: temporarily) alleviate her neuroticism. The two watched as Cadance and Shining Armor began to talk to each other.

Cadance appeared at the top of a small flight of stairs, asking for Shining Armor’s company stating that they needed to talk as they headed into another room. Twilight and Spike quickly followed them as they peered through the window, careful to remain unnoticed.

The two watched as Cadance and Shining Armor argued about the latter’s wedding attire. Clearly Cadance was not at all impressed with Shining Armor’s garb. Twilight and Spike on the other hand thought it looked great. The former because she liked the callback to her favorite uncle as well.

Spike on the other hoof just thought it looked really cool.

“Are you disagreeing with me?” she asked sharply at Shining Armor’s refusal to yield. Twilight and Spike applauded him for not being a doormat.

“Yeah I guess I am,” Shining Armor replied defiantly before he grimaced as he felt a migraine coming on. In an abrupt shift in character, Cadance fussed over him, her horn glowing with an ominous green aura. Two sets of eyes widened as she cast some kind of spell. They also spotted the stallion’s eyes glaze over and flashed green for a couple seconds while noting that the same thing had happened with Cadance when she cast the spell.

“Feeling better?” Cadance asked kindly. Her groom nodded with a grunt while rubbing his head.

Twilight and Spike ducked their heads beneath the windowsill as the soon-to-be newlyweds nuzzled each other while unicorn and her assistant exchanged worried looks with each other.

“That had to have been some sort of hypnosis spell,” Twilight muttered to her dragon friend. “There’s no way it could be anything else.”

“I’m not actually too sure,” Spike voiced his opinion. Seeing Twilight opening her mouth to protest, Spike raised a claw to stop her.

“We can’t definitively prove what we saw was a mind-control spell given his reaction to the spell,” Spike told her. “And besides we would end up in trouble for spying on them in the first place at least without more definitive proof.”

“Are you saying I should just give up?” Twilight asked incredulously. “I can’t let my brother get married to such an awful mare!”

“I’m not telling you to give up but we need to approach this carefully,” Spike explained. “Just think about it: if we charge and accuse Cadance of being or mind control without any solid evidence, we’re the ones that’ll have to take the heat. Everyone else will probably write us off as being jealous or something.”

“So then what are you suggesting, Spike? I should talk to Princess Celestia in private?”

Spike shrugged. “I was actually going to suggest Princess Luna since she's more likely to be awake at night but that works too, I guess. You can just explain it as a concern that Cadance might be losing her cool or something. I’m sure that Princess Celestia will at least keep a closer eye on her; if nothing else at least she can help alleviate her stress.”

Twilight sighed as she tried to calm herself down. The more she thought about it, the more Spike’s idea made sense especially after what happened with her desperation in getting her friendship report in despite not having learned anything about friendship that week.

If she wanted to prove that Cadance wasn’t suited to be Shining Armor’s wife, she’d have to actually be there to do so. She’d also need more proof that it was her nature and not the stress of the wedding that is contributing to her sour mood.

“Alright Spike. We can talk to Princess Celestia once the rehearsal is done. I just hope she’ll be willing to hear us out.”

“You’re her most faithful student and have been one of driving forces behind Luna’s acclimation following her return,” Spike replied dismissively. “I’m sure she’d be willing to at least hear you out.”

Twilight nodded as she led the way back to the castle where she found her friends standing right outside the altar. They had explained that they’d been asked to fill in as Cadance’s bridesmaids since her original bridesmaids were unable to attend.

Twilight, despite being suspicious of the change, decided not to question it as they headed inside.

As expected the wedding rehearsal had gone on without a hitch.

Afterward, Twilight had just managed to catch the Princess of the Day as she was just about to enter her chambers to retire for the evening.

“Princess Celestia!”

“How may I help you, my faithful student?” Twilight couldn’t help but smile at the familiar title as she and Princess Celestia exchanged a brief nuzzle.

“I was actually hoping to talk to you about Cadance,” Twilight explained. Her teacher raised a curious eyebrow but inclined her head to allow her student to continue.

“I’m worried about her, Princess,” Twilight explained. “I’m worried that the stress of the wedding along with the threat against Canterlot might be making her a little… Short tempered for lack of a better word.”

“I’m am well aware of the threat made against Canterlot, Twilight. I have ensured that the shield protecting it remains intact,” she replied without missing a beat.

“But even so,” said Twilight insistently, “Shining Armor’s the one who maintains it and I’m worried that the stress of the wedding might be impairing his ability to conjure the shield as directed. With his attention divided between both tasks, I’m just concerned that both tasks' results will suffer.”

Princess Celestia smiled at her faithful student, “I can promise that I will at least keep a closer eye on Mi Amore during the wedding preparations.” She leaned in conspiratorially, “Between you and me, she has seemed a bit off since the wedding preparations had started.”

“Thank you Princess. That’s all I could ask of you. Good night,” Twilight waved goodbye as she trotted away. Her teacher
offered her a kind smile before trotting into her chambers for the night.

“It went about as well as I could have hoped for under the circumstances,” Spike replied as he explained his conversation with Princess Luna. They had agreed to confide in both princesses such that Cadance’s movement would at least be more restrictive and she would hopefully not be as harsh as she had been. Spike had gone to the Princess of the Night to confide his concerns. She had responded with the promise of peering into Cadance’s dreams to make sure all was well.

Unbeknownst to them, Cadance was just around the corner. Her eyes narrowed as they continued their conversation about her. If what they said was true then things would only get more complicated.

I need to get rid of them before they can cause anymore trouble for me. She thought as she trotted toward the pair.

“Good evening Twilight. Spike,” Cadance nodded to them both as she passed the unicorn mare in the hallway.

“Good evening to you too Cadance,” Twilight replied evenly. “I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. I guess I didn’t think that planning the wedding would be as stressful as everypony made it out to be.”

“You will be,” Cadance muttered. Spike and Twilight’s eyes widened as they found themselves surrounded by a ring of green magic fire not unlike Spike's dragon fire.

A psychotic grin later, and the fire had become a domed shield that began to sink into the carpet, taking Twilight and Spike with it. Cadence stepped evenly through it away from the pair as Twilight and Spike descended out of sight.

The pink alicorn smiled as the two vanished out of sight with nopony any the wiser. With that she trotted away without sparing the floor behind her a lingering glance.

When the pair came to, they found themselves in complete darkness. This was quickly remedied by Twilight lighting up her horn to light up the room. The two stand up to survey their surrounds. A few more steps find them face to face with their own reflections on a mirror-like wall. He could see crystal formations jutting out from the walls and floor, serving to multiply their reflections by many times. It also gave the illusion of their prison being much bigger than it actually was.

“It looks like we’re in some barren cavern somewhere,” Spike offered helpfully as he glanced around at the other mirror walls. “It looks like you were definitely right though, Twilight.”

“I wish I hadn’t been,” she mumbled sadly as she searched for a way to escape, knowing full well that her magic wasn’t strong enough for a long range teleportation spell.

Spike and Twilight’s eyes narrowed as they could just barely pick up the sound of crazed female laughter. Laughter that sounded awfully familiar to them...

He moved closer to Twilight who responded in kind as they held each other for safety. It was here that the reflections abruptly disappeared and were replaced with green tinted copies of Cadance’s narrowed eye. They soon backed up to show Cadance’s entire face while Twilight and Spike stared back, transfixed.

“These are more than simple caverns. These are the caves beneath Canterlot of course,” came a reply from their resident alicorn bride as she stared up at nothing in particular. “Once home to greedy unicorns who wanted to claim the gems that could be found inside.” Spike would have been salivating at the prospect of gems but the situation at hand had silenced that instinct.

Her image within the crystal faded away, causing the pair to close in to each other for support.

“And now…” she stated dramatically as her reflection reappeared in the crystal wall behind them. “…your prison.” The giant visage then faded away with a departing nasty laugh before reappearing on a crystalline rock formation behind them.

She had noticed their feeble attempts to escape and burst into a renewed hysterical fit as she watched as each attempt was met with the failure she'd been expecting.

“It’s no use,” she smirked, reappearing in a crystal formation all around them. “No one can hear you, and no one will ever think to look for you either.” The two watched as she faded away and then reappeared overhead. “Most ponies have forgotten that these caves even exist which is why they are the ideal place to keep the ones who try to interfere with my plans.”

Her laughter had only become even more maniacal with that statement. However, she failed to notice that both Spike and Twilight were pouring over a document, a quill in hand.

“Sincerely, Spike and Twilight Sparkle,” Spike finished as he wrote both his and Twilight’s names at the bottom of the parchment.

The illusion blinked at their words as she watched the scroll vanish in the green flames. She stared at where the parchment had disappeared to the dragon and unicorn and back. This sequence continued for several seconds as she tried to figure out just what had happened.

She stared as the dragon burped a small blast of green flame and from the ashes was a scroll that the dragon then unfurled and read aloud for all to hear.

“I’m coming,” he read to a relieved Twilight. A few seconds later, a part of the ceiling caved in. The three watched in surprise as a midnight blue alicorn descended upon them, teal eyes narrowed in suspicion while surveying the area.

The illusion, realizing that her plan was as good as foiled, vanished before the Princess of the Night realized what had happened.

“Young Spike, Twilight Sparkle. Are you both okay?” she asked, her sharp eyes scanning them both for any injuries before scanning the area for any threats.

“We’re both okay. We’ve only been here for a few minutes I believe,” Spike replied. “But how were you able to find us so quickly?”

“I used your dragon fire spell to track you down here. But pray tell, how did you two end up down here in the first place? These caves have been sealed for centuries?” Princess Luna asked curiously.

“We were captured and thrown in here by Cadance,” Twilight explained. Luna’s eyes went wide before sinking into contemplation as she mulled the words over. However, her thoughts grinded to a halt when she sensed a powerful magic source nearby. As far as she could tell, there could really only be one thing that could be the source of such a powerful magic.

Narrowing her eyes, she aimed her horn at the source and let loose a powerful burst of magic. Twilight and Spike exchanged a surprised look when the alicorn that had just been tormenting them was found behind the crystal formation. The pair, in the righteous fury, had made to rush at her to attack the pink alicorn but before they could so much as move, Luna had already caught them in her magical grip.

“Hold,” she said simply as she trotted forward to the presently terrified and rather heavily injured alicorn but remained still lest any sudden movements set her off.

Luna, for her part, simply connected her horn to Cadance’s forehead and Luna then saw everything from the ambush to the subsequent imprisonment.

“So that’s how it is Cadenza?” Luna asked grimly. “You were also attacked and imprisoned down here while an imposter took on your appearance as a disguise.”

“Auntie Luna,” Cadance hugged her aunt who hugged in her back in kind. Twilight and Spike watched on; one in shock and the other with a small smile on his face.

Luna explained how she had been able to sense Cadance’s magical signature which allowed her to free her niece. To test whether she was real, Luna had been able to use a variation of her dream walking spell to peer into Cadance’s memories. Given that her memories had shown her that her niece had been attacked, imprisoned and her identity essentially stolen, Luna had been able to rescue her niece while also being able to determine their threat against Canterlot.

“Come,” she gestured to her companions. “We must make haste and Cadenza will require a great deal of treatment before we investigate this further. We shall continue this on the morrow.”

All of them found themselves in Luna’s magic as she mass teleported them back to Canterlot Castle. It had been decided between the four of them that they would confront the imposter tomorrow since the real Cadance still needed medical attention.

“If anypony should see any reason why these two should not be wed, please speak now or forever hold your peace,” Princess Celestia intoned, glancing over to her little ponies while waiting for anypony to respond.

Silence reigned as they all glanced at each other, wondering why anybody would want to split up such a couple.

And then…

“Stop!”

The crowd gasped. Princess Celestia and five bridesmaids stared as they spotted their friend, Spike, Princess Luna, and Princess Cadance standing at the entrance to the altar.

Wait. What?!

Two Princess Cadances!?

What in Equestria was going on here?

These were all questions that were rushing through everyponies minds as they took in the scene before them.

“That Cadance is an imposter!” Spike exclaimed, pointing an accusatory hoof at the Cadance standing next to Shining Armor. Well that certainly gave the scene some context at the very least.

“Do you have any proof to support your claim?” asked the Solar Diarch, an eyebrow arched curiously.

“Allow me, sister,” Luna turned to Cadance who nodded in turn. Luna lit up her horn and touched it to Cadance’s forehead. The whole room watched as this Cadance was attacked by a creature in black before being imprisoned and the attacker assuming her form.

The entire crowd gasped while the fake Cadance began to laugh. It was not the musical laugh that they’d come to expect from their resident Princess of Love.

No this laugh bellied maniacally malevolent intentions. This was confirmed a moment later when she began to transform. The beautiful pink alicorn they had thought was the Princess of Love had then turned an inky black riddled with holes. Even the horn had holes.

Spike couldn’t help but compare her to a really rotten wheel of Swiss cheese.

Silence reigned as her dark green mane billowed dramatically against some nonexistent breeze. Everybody present was either terrified or disgusted by her appearance or amazed by her dramatic entrance.

“Okay,” Spike began, breaking the tense silence as every eye turned to look at him. “I’ll ask if no one else will; who are you?”

“I am Chrysalis: the Queen of the Changelings!” she started dramatically. Without waiting for an interruption, she continued. “And as queen, it is my duty to find food for my subjects. Equestria has more love than anyplace I’ve ever encountered. My fellow changelings will be able to devour so much of it that we will gain more power than we have ever dreamed of!”

“Wait a minute,” said Spike abruptly as Chrysalis turned to stare at him. “You said that changelings feed off love right?” Chrysalis nodded, wondering what point Spike was trying to raise here. He then turned to Chrysalis, a question on his lips.

“Does it matter what kind of love it happens to be?” Spike asked. “I mean if you think about it, if you love your subjects enough to be willing to go through all this trouble then wouldn’t that be enough to sustain you? So why bother attacking Canterlot in the first place? Wouldn’t changelings be able to survive from the love of their queen?”

“While that I do care for my subjects, the fact remains that I am the only queen of my hive and any love I might have would not be enough to sustain them. If they do not get enough sustenance via love during their youth, they become feral changelings which are much more dangerous than normal changelings. This is why I’m invading Canterlot.”

“Even still, that still doesn’t explain why you would invade Canterlot at all,” Spike frowned. “Wouldn’t it just make more sense to take on the form of a pony and absorb love that way? Why bother with an invasion of Equestria.”

“It’s not like we haven’t tried simply blending into the crowd,” Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “The only problem being that the rest of my subjects are only capable of absorbing love and wouldn’t survive if we simply blended into the crowd through our disguises. Besides,” Chrysalis added thoughtfully, “I think ponies would be quite alarmed to find ponies giving birth to changelings. They would probably be rounded up and studied like insects.”

The last word was spat like a venom. Spike couldn’t help but flinch away as she actually spat acid out of her mouth, causing the red carpet to fizzle as it frayed.

“Okay, so if you invade Canterlot then that might solve the experimenting problem but wouldn’t that also defeat the purpose of invading in the first place?” At Chyrsalis’s confused expression, Spike continued. “If you invaded and successfully took over Equestria, the love would dry up since ponies would be fleeing. Even if you rounded them up and locked them up, it’s not like love, real love, anyway is something that you can force. You would be ruling everypony with fear and that’s not even considering the likelihood of whether or not they could trust their special somepony yet alone love them.”

He paused for a second before adding the afterthought, “And that’s not even taking into the possibility that ponies might be afraid of falling in love since they don’t know if the pony that they’re attracted to are really who they claim they are given a changeling’s ability to take on anypony’s appearance at will.”

While Chrysalis was scrambling for a comeback, Spike decided to take charge.

“So going back to what you were saying about love; like I asked before, does it really matter just what kind of love you feed on?”

“As far as I can tell, not really,” Chrysalis shrugged, relieved for the change in topic. “I mean, it’s not like everybody in Equestria has a special someone and even then, those acts tend to be rather private. But it’s like I said, Equestria is so full of love that feeding off of it can only make us stronger. But the main importance is that a mutual relationship of some sort is formed between two or more ponies in this case.”

“So like friendship?” Twilight couldn’t help but speak up, finding herself fascinated by the topic of conversation.

“Exactly,” Chrysalis nodded. “That’s is, in essence, the seed that fosters the love that we feed on for survival. Think about it: while there are, of course, the romanticized cases in which two ponies fall in love with each other at first sight, more often than not, those types of feelings tend to be nurtured over time through bonds of friendship that then evolve into those of a romantic love. In the end, that’s what changelings feed off of to survive.” She paused for a moment to collect the rest of her thoughts before continuing. “But there is also the love between a mother and her foal that is possible as well but that’s not important for the purposes of this discussion.”

“So it sounds like the changelings have been suffering from a famine because where they live probably does not have a lot of love to sustain themselves,” Twilight surmised.

“I should also point out that we don’t actually drain love from a body,” Chrysalis added helpfully, “nor do we make an attempts to deprive any love they may have between them and their significant other.”

“So then how do you justify the mind control spell that you put on Shining Armor?” Twilight asked sharply. “If you weren’t feeding off his love then how do you explain that?”

“I cast that spell so that my changeling army could break through the barrier,” Chrysalis shrugged. “Mind control isn’t exactly a changeling exclusive art. Hypnosis, which is a variation of it, is often used in psychologist’s offices to help break certain habits or to deal with various long term conditions.” She paused, “Plus I’ve seen stage hypnosis being used to for entertainment purposes. What I did to Shining Armor was simply induce him into an altered state of consciousness while suggesting he weaken the barrier. It’s a relatively simple spell that a moderately powerful unicorn can cast but is heavily dependent on the recipient’s mental defenses against such things.”

“So when we’re talking about how changelings feed on love,” Spike continued, changing the subject as to stay on point with the main focus of the conversation, “are we talking about the altered state of conscious also known as the and I quote this from a neuroscience journal that featured this topic “the only acceptable kind of madness in today’s society” unquote or is it the series of chemical interactions that lead to the outward displays of affection? Or is it just the displays of affection that allows you sustenance.” Several chuckles met this statement as several ponies felt their muzzles quirk up in a smile despite the extenuating circumstances.

“It’s more of a combination of all of those to be honest,” Chrysalis admitted, frowning thoughtfully. “If you stop to think about it...love is not exactly something that is easily separated down to a definitive empirical form. It’s a symbiotic relationship and the mutual affection shared between two or more mates that causes love to manifest. For full disclosure, we changelings can tell when there’s love in the air by detecting the serotonin and dopamine levels in the air around populated areas,” she finished. “The higher the concentration, the quicker we are able to replenish ourselves.”

“Food for thought,” Spike mused before looking up Chrysalis again. “So going back to the types of love; does it matter what proportion of commitment, intimacy, and passion or if we were to go into broader terms: could this be like passionate versus consummate type love?”

“Not really,” Chrysalis replied, “I suppose love is a little too general for how us changelings nourish ourselves. The general idea is this...”

She had conjured a chalkboard and several pieces of chalk and drew out a standard earth pony nervous and endocrine system.

“So the brain,” she pointed to said organ, “produces signals that essentially promotes the synthesis of various neurotransmitters, neuropeptides, and hormones. These three chemicals help libido, attachment, and partner preference. Those are regulated by other hormones like vasopressin or dopamine that are released in other parts of the endocrine system to regulate how much is released of the initial chemical is released.” She pointed to the respective glands responsible for secreting the aforementioned chemicals to help illustrate the point she was trying to make. “Those in turn help stimulate the sensations and the signs that we come to associate with ‘love’.”

“So are you telling me that when you feed on a pony’s love,” Spike began as he and Twilight looked over the diagram while the latter was scribbling everything she could get down on her notepad. “Are you in fact just feeding on these chemicals you’re talking about? And how does a changeling digestive system even metabolize love in the first place given that it’s an emotion that is felt?”

Chrysalis sighed. It was back to the drawing board with this one.

It was half an hour later, most ponies eyes had glazed over while Chrysalis, Spike, Twilight and Cadance were all huddled over what looked to be a schematic diagram of a changeling digestive system.

“So the love along with pheromones that are secreted from a pony is absorbed through special pores in a changeling’s chitin coat,” Chrysalis lectured as she pointed to the pores in question. “This love, through a series of several anabolic processes fueled by constant glycogen degradation, allows for the formation of glucose or one of its isomers which goes through glycolysis and later the TCA cycle and oxidative phosphorylation to produce the energy that we use to survive.” She shrugged, stating that it really wasn’t all that different from a pony’s metabolic systems. The main difference being that instead of eating actual food, love was their main source of sustenence.

“Okay well that actually makes a lot more sense than I thought it would,” Spike mused aloud. Twilight and Cadance couldn’t help but nod in agreement. He turned to Chrysalis a thoughtful look on his face.

“So based on the way you’ve described all of this it all seems for the most part harmless,” Spike began carefully, while wondering if he would come to regret his next decision. “Let’s do a quick thought experiment; I want you to feed on my love for my friends and I’ll report my experience with it.”

Everybody present had immediately shot down the idea but Spike remained firm. He needed to prove that the changelings were not anywhere near as dangerous as they were out to be.

Besides, Chrysalis was already surrounded by her worst possible foes anyway: namely, the wielders of the elements of harmony and three princesses of Equestria. Between the nine of them, she would have been lucky to escape without getting her yet alone trying to fight them all.

With everybody keep their disagreement to themselves, Spike turned back to Chrysalis while awaiting instructions.

“Just open a claw and I will take care of the rest,” Chrysalis told him, still reeling by the idea that anybody would willingly let her feed on their love. Spike obeyed, while also closing his large green eyes.

All those present watched with bated breath as light purple aura radiated from Spike’s hand and toward Chrysalis’s mouth. Chrysalis opted to feed for little more than a few seconds lest anybody get the wrong idea and try to stop her. Spike had, for the most part, remained still until Chrysalis have finished.

“It didn’t really feel like anything Twilight. I don’t feel any different than I did going in and I didn’t feel anything while she fed,” Spike shrugged.

Twilight looked between Chrysalis and Spike warily before trotting forward and offering herself as a test subject. She wasn’t entirely convinced that Chrysalis was being honest and followed Spike’s lead as Chrysalis repeated the process and much to Twilight’s surprise had the same reaction as Spike.

“Well you certainly weren’t lying Spike,” Twilight admitted. “But that still leaves us at a standstill of what we can do. I mean, we know the problem and we have some useful background information about changelings and how they operate but we’ve yet to figure out a viable solution for this problem.”

“It seems pretty simple to me,” Spike replied. “If what the Queen said is true about how our perception of love is produced through those chemicals she was talking about, couldn't we make a synthetic one in a science lab?”

Twilight’s face turned contemplative as she considered the idea. A love made from concentrate.

“It’s definitely something worth looking into,” Twilight admitted. She turned to Chrysalis. “But I’m going to need your help in making this. Especially since changelings are more attuned to love than ponies are.”

“Very well,” Chrysalis nodded. “I look forward to working with you.”

“Also, I think it would definitely been great PR for changelings as a whole for some of them to also join the Royal Guard under Princess Luna since her division deals more with stealth and scouting new areas so you maybe your subjects would have an easier time making friends with them,” Spike added much to Luna’s surprise.

Admittedly, she may have not cared much for the changelings prior to her banishment. They had mostly kept to themselves during that time. That they hadn’t really done anything noteworthy during her banishment didn’t at least worsen her opinion of them.

Spike and Twilight smiled as they shook claw or hoof with Chrysalis.

It was definitely the start of a beautiful friendship.

Author's Note

Apologies about how long this took to write. Truthfully, I had written three different versions of this chapter but was still not satisfied before I just scrapped them and decided to start from scratch. I also had to do a bit of research regarding some of the science discussed in this chapter. And that's not even taking into the fact that I've been out of town and Wifi has been hard to come by as of late.

Ranting aside, this was probably the hardest yet the most entertaining chapter for me to write thus far if only because Chrysalis has a legitimate reason for her invasion (definitely more altruistic compared to the other villains we've seen) and so it's more challenging to write it in a way that doesn't end with either Chrysalis and her changelings being blasted by magic or with Chrysalis taking over Equestria. That's also not taking into account that Chrysalis wasn't the only concern but Twilight as well given how she handled things in the episodes in question. Since we're working with the theme of talking is magic, I decided to add the Twilight segment if only to act as a lead into the Chrysalis segment.

I hope you all enjoyed it.

Sombra's segment is next.