Author's Note

Attention. I'm back with another story. These are just beginner chapters, to see whether others might like this sort of thing. Let me know what you think, and if you would please, remember to up vote me if you liked it. If you down vote it, let me know why so I can fix the problem. Although the opinions of those who liked it would be greatly appreciated. I love to see what others think of my work after all! Enjoy!

Prologue: Only A God Can Kill A God...

A beaten, broken and bloodied form lay sprawled out on the ground just outside the entrance to a large, cavernous cave. They were in so much pain that they couldn't even stand, let alone summon the energy to even attempt to do so. So instead, they crawled. They crawled like a snake in the grass, or rather, like a newborn baby who has yet to learn how to walk. Worse than that even, as they couldn't even use their legs, and were thus unable to even use all four limbs to crawl. Instead they focused what precious little energy they had left into maintaining the simple tasks of keeping their head raised and their arms moving, and it was getting infuriatingly hard to do that.

Not that they knew what it was to be infuriated anymore.

One bruised, battered, shaky arm in front of the other, they trudged along the rest of the way, into the cave and through its many winding passages. If one were to take a look at the place now, they would liken it to a labyrinth rather than a cave, and be surprised as to how this figure could make its way so purposefully toward its destination, as if it knew the cave inside and out.

The cave itself, in contrast with the state of the figure, was rather pristine, with smooth limestone walls and an eerie dim green glow that seemed to illuminate the entire place wherever you went. So much so in fact that the glow seemed to be being emitted from the walls themselves. It was also very spacious. It was much larger on the inside than the outside, and was probably made that way to deceive unsuspecting passerby who, in their curiosity, just so happen to wander over to it.

The figure gave a slight smile. Or at least it would have had that action not made its jaw muscles ache terribly, which in turn sent it into a coughing fit in which it coughed up a rather sizable puddle of blood. This would not have been much to worry about had it not been for the fact that the figure had been bleeding quite a bit even before making it this far. The only thing that had kept it alive was the fact that the injuries it had suffered on the surface, though many, were not fatal. It was the many internal injuries, the broken and bruised bones, that had caused it to get this way. It continued on its way through the labyrinth cave until it reached a certain room. In this room was a chair. However, this was not just any chair. It was a throne. A massive gilded symbol of glory and a testimony to the immense power of whoever once sat on that magnificent perch.

The figure looked on at the gorgeous throne, its design an eerie dark green that contrasted nicely with the ever present light green emitted by the walls of the cave. It narrowed its eyes at it, as if willing it to do something. To mock its sad, pathetic appearance and the broken, battered state of its body. For this figure, this being, this withered, beaten, sorry excuse for the shell of a wounded animal, was none other than Queen Chrysalis, the very one that this magnificent throne used to belong to.

But, even as she stared at it, in all its wondrous majesty, she could do nothing but lower her head, all the way down to the ground where it had been all those years ago. The very sight of that throne made her insides churn and her body ache even worse than it had been only moments before. She could remember it like it was yesterday. The thought had been burned into her mind, and she would remember it for as long as she lived.

Ever since the attack on the royal wedding at Canterlot, Chrysalis has tried time and time again to claim Celestia's throne for herself and her changeling hive. Each time she came back more determined, more confident. And each time she was defeated in a more humiliating fashion.

Over and over she was forced to drag herself back to her hive in shame, too proud to ask for assistance from her changeling children. Over and over she vowed vengeance, only to be denied it countless times at the hands of her most hated enemy, Princess Celestia.

Even now the thought of her made her angry. Why couldn't she ever win? Why couldn't she ever just get what she wanted for once? All she needed was a place to call home.

This was her thought process as she dragged her crippled, bloodied body up onto the throne that used to be hers, before that wretch Starlight Glimmer and her traitorous child Thorax forced her to flee from her own kingdom.

She mentally laughed at herself for being so pathetic. But to be honest, she knew this would happen. She knew that if she kept fighting, she would eventually be driven to this point. But she had to. It was for her children.

Yes, she knew this would happen, but this...this was different. She could no longer feel any anger toward her. In fact, the thought of facing her again after this, to put it simply, terrified her.

That day, she had seen the full power of a god princess firsthand, and it had turned her into this. Apparently, she had been so fed up with the constant attacks on her kingdom, that she did not have the time, nor the patience to put up with another one. Nor did she have the kindness for one. Especially when the next one came from the very same one who had terrorized her beloved citizens so many times before. All Chrysalis remembered from that point forward was a blinding flash of white light and being in the most agonizing pain she had ever felt and would ever feel in her immortal life. Immortality was a gift given to all the queens of the hives. They considered it a blessing created so they could continue producing children, and soon populate the world with their kind. In that sense, they were, quite literally, destined to rule the world. Chrysalis chuckled lightly, causing another coughing fit to come over her before she got up enough strength to say, "I suppose that dream was never meant to come to pass."

But the strangest thing was, she couldn't feel that pain anymore. In fact, she couldn't feel anything below her waist anymore, and the feeling was slowly rising to her upper body. She immediately knew what this meant. She was dying. She laughed to herself as the feeling rose more quickly, taking with it the feeling in her arms. Then she began to lose her senses. First her sense of touch, then taste, then smell, and finally sight. She felt so tired. She laid her head down on the arm of her throne and closed her unseeing eyes. The last thing she heard before losing her sense of hearing was her last words.

"I guess the saying is true then. Only a god, can kill a god."