Chapter 2: Grassland Among the ~~Heavens~~

The sounds of tearing cloth could be heard as the dragon nearby lurked over near the sound. Palette Sketch, who was in a sorta panicking seemed to took out some bandages and proceeded to wrap around her hoof. In which stuck like glue in result of the blood seeping through the hoof scratches from her own doing. This wasn't normal, it just wasn’t, what seemed to been just lost fur turned out into a full rash on her now sensitive pink skin. The blood that remained on the bandage stained it greatly, having her wrap another making another layer of bandagers. As she finished she stopped, before examining the hoof closely and moving it slightly.

“What is going on…?” The pony muttered to herself before taking out the book from the library flipping through the pages in desperate attempt for answers. However, there was nothing to her surprise. Absolutely nothing that caused this, poison ivy maybe? No- that wasn't right she was never in the forest before. Her little dragon hopped its way over and stood up in concern, with its wide blue eyes looking at her face.

Looking down at the small ferret like dragon she gave a defeated sigh and picked up the creature in an embrace. “Maybe…this wont go on so long- maybe it'll end soon..” The dragon simply watched her say this and curled up into her soon resting. The pony gave a soft chuckle, it seemed to calm her down. As they sat in the bathroom, outside of the room was a mess of bloody hoof prints and a noticeable desperation from the signs she was stumbling as some bits of blood was wiped along the floor with a few droplets. This wasn't a normal medical problem. This was something that she couldn't solve on her own.

After having patched herself up she found that going back to painting again helped with relieving the bit of internal stress she was dealing with. Almost always painting had solved her problems in getting away from reality. The calm strokes of paint along the canvas sorta reminded her the way how the wind itself brush along the grass in the grassland, with the light above shining down. The idea of this light seemed to welcomed her in a more peaceful thought, maybe she's going to be alright. Maybe it was all in her mind she thought, she then stood up high, with the paintbrush raised in between her teeth as she painted. It was her quiet place she always treasured, the place she could feel like she can finally be herself. No work, no worry, but paint, that was her cutiemark after all.

Well, that would've been if it weren't for the easel sliding over from not setting it up right with its single back leg smacking the paint can having it fall and pour on the floor under her. She noticed too late, as the paint caused her to slip from her hooves, and fell directly on the floor with a loud thud. Everything would soon drift away, and was painted to black.

The sickening headache radiated through her being when she found herself drifting into consciousness. Looking up in a rather familiar area, the one she would paint so many times. The grass under her hooves drifted by gently, having her feel the kind warmth from above. "This is...." The earth pony whispered before standing up slowly, with their gaze to the sky. However, expecting the kind warmth she was instead introduced by a black flock flying above blocking the light. The sound of...buzzing in the ears caused her to drop down gripping onto the side of her ears hoping to block it. Only to have the buzzing to grow even louder. This wasn't the ~~afterlife~~ she saw before, this was dark. Something sinister- evil even. The grass below seemed to started to fade away into a grey, leaving a cold aura in the air. Even if Palette Sketch wanted to- she couldn't move. She just...laid there, defenseless. As a single, larger figure seemed to flew down with the similar buzzing landing with a loud clop of hooves. Looking up- Palette Sketch could see first the green, evil glee in the eyes of the creature, a black shell covering her form with holes almost from rot. The figure gave a laugh at how pathetic she was almost mocking her.

"Was this your wonderful...paradise?" The creature spoke in a female voice, plucking a single flower from the ground that seemed to wilt from her touch. The strange demonic being licked her lips in delight showing fangs before looking at the earth pony under her feet. "You look so very interesting, and delicious my dear.." She gave another chuckle before her poor horn lit up. "You'll be a delectable meal!" The Queen roared out in laughter with her mouth opened wide, to view the many fangs and saliva between. Palette Sketch quickly shut her eyes tightly in terror and embraced what was coming, unable to move. The figure in front of her seemed to stopped, realizing something and closing her mouth slowly as the magic fade away. "Oh...So thats it..." The Queen muttered to herself with a sly smile. Palette Sketch would ask if the bug like pony didn't kept going. "You're not all that it seems it looks like. Oh well! We shall meet again earth pony!" She announced cockling turning around and seemed to started to walk off, about to fly off.

"Stop-..." Palette squeaked managing to stand up. "W...who are you?" They tried to demand asking looking at the tall Queen. Having her stop at this and turn around at the earth pony, she would answer.

"I am Queen Chrysalis." Before going back to her duties, and flew off along with her swarm. Leaving Palette Sketch behind.

Author's Note

The Changlings in The Crystallize Process

The changlings in this story isn't the same as in the normal MLP realm, and instead acts like demons. What souls become when going through the afterlife and done so much sin that it corrupts their own souls themselves destroying their hearts. They are the only creatures to know of the afterlife the most, except for a few ponies who doesn't originate from Equestria's world and searches for them.