Queen Chrysalis knew it was time, time to appoint an heir; a princess, a daughter. But Changeling princesses weren’t just born; they were made. And Queen Chrysalis couldn’t just take a drone and rise it to a princess, it had to be a pony, young and formable. So, if Chrysalis could rise one as her own child, she could create a weapon to ensure the future.
She already had a certain pony in sight, the two weeks old filly Twilight.
There was only one problem: Her siblings, Shining Armor and his big sister Sparkle. They always were at Twilight’s side.
“Soon, soon you’ll be mine, my AMETYS!”
