Tartarus Hath Frozen Over

Chapters

Live to fight another day
Unexpected Development
The Reason Being
So It Begins
Meddling Fate
Roll With The Punches
Clearing The Air
Informal Interrogation
When It Rains, It Pours

Live to fight another day

Queen Chrysalis flew from the now destroyed hive. She wasn't quite in a hurry, she knew those goody horseshoe ponies wouldn't chase her. She flew in no particular direction, just thinking of her counter move. The loss of her entire army was indeed a debilitating blow. Her rage was boiling in her chest but was ignored for now. After several hours of flying, she spotted a cave where she could rest.

Beginning her descent toward the opening, plotting her next move as she did so. After a few minutes, her hooves touched the cool rocky surface. Once she folded her wings against her side, Chrysalis began to explore the cave's interior. To her surprise the cave was quite larger then the entrance let on. An eerie green glow emitted from her horn, illuminating the cave ahead of her. The soft clicking sound of rocks was heard from the shadows ahead of her.

"Who's there," Chrysalis warned in a stern duel tone, diverting more magic to her light spell. The darkness slowly retreated from the every expanding light, Chrysalis took up a fighting stance. A small trembling claw was revealed, soon followed by a scaly leg. Her light soon revealed a baby drake, crouched near the rear wall of the cave. Chrysalis relaxed and stood straight up and studied the drake.

It appeared as if malnourished, its scales were a sickly maroon color. While its spines was a faded imitation of dark green. It was pressed up against the wall in terror. Chrysalis gave a small huff before turning around and heading back to the mouth of the cave. Pushing the drake out of her mind, she laid on her side in the darkness. She could feel her body growing heavy with exhaustion.

Before her eyes could completely close, she heard the scrapping of claws against the rocky floor. Her eyes being accustom to the dark allowed Chrysalis to watch the small drake lumber toward her. "Listen, you are not worth the effort, just stay away and we won't have a problem," Chrysalis hissed. This seemed to halt the drake's progress, he seemed disheartened, considering he sat down and laid its forehead on its knees.

Pleased that it seemed to understand the situation, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. The cold stone floor felt good against her side, especially after flying through the hot desert. Unfortunately, her dreams weren't so pleasant, visions of her defeats haunted her. First was Canterlot, Shining Armor and she was about to seal their marriage.

The dream then cuts to when she and her entire army was forcefully expelled by a fluke from the worthless pink alicorn. The anger she pushed away began to surge back to the surface, when her recent failure was displayed. Scenes of that worthless lackey of Twilight's swaying her drones with a sappy speech of love. Thorax, followed by the rest, choosing treachery over loyalty.

She couldn't take it anymore, her rage felt like it would destroy her if it wasn't released. She could feel it slithering inside her being, twisting like a parasite. She slapped that stupid pony's offer of friendship away and roared as fierce as she could in her face. The boundaries of the dream began to distort until Chrysalis opened her eyes to see pitch black.

She continued to scream, regardless of having woken up, needing to vent all her frustrations. After a few minutes, Chrysalis began to calm down. With a deep breath, she stood up and began to walk but stopped when her right rear leg felt heavier. Craning her neck to see what it was, she growled in annoyance when she saw the young drake clinging tightly.

With a swift kick, the drake flew off her leg and crashed hard upon the rocks. It quickly got up and ran back to her, stopping a few feet away from her this time. Staring at it intently she noticed that it wore a pleading expression. "Look dragon, I'm not in the mood for your games," Chrysalis scorned.

"If you persist I'll end your pathetic existence," she finished before walking again. After a few steps Chrysalis looked behind her and sure enough, it didn't try to follow her. At least it seemed to listen to her orders she thought. Spreading her wings, she took to the sky, as soon as she reached the cave entrance. Ascending higher, loud scraping sounds could be heard from below.

Chrysalis didn't even turn her head, she knew it was the drake. Why it seemed to want to follow her was unimportant. Once again she flew in a random direction in search of a new hive location. A pair of roars issued behind her, spinning in mid-air she caught sight of two tails vanishing into the darkness. Chrysalis immediately noticed two things; the first being the cave they entered was the one she just left. Secondly, that annoying drake was nowhere to be seen.

Against her better judgment, she flew back toward the cave. As she neared the entrance her ears caught several different sounds. The first seemed to be a dull thud sound along with a chorus of laughter. Landing just inside the cave, her eyes could make out three figures, all dragons. The two that were standing appeared to be a pair of young drakes. Chrysalis couldn't get a good look at the third they were beating on the ground.

Her instincts told her that it was the little drake she met the previous day. A part of her could appreciate this scene, it was only natural to weed out the weak and useless. At the same time she felt angered at the display, she began to trot toward the drakes. The two emotions fought within her as if trying to be the victor of some imaginary prize. Her hoof clops echoed louder as she walked deeper into the cave.

One of the drakes stood up and began to turn around. The cave exploded with screams of agony as the first drake felt its body being cleaved in twain. The second drake leaped to its feet, both fearful and furious, as the slabs of its friend splattered upon the floor. There stood before him, revealed by a dark green glow, was Chrysalis brandishing a green transparent scythe above her head.

Not allowing the intruder a chance to strike, the remaining drake spewed fire at the equine. The injured drake looked on in horror as a plume of fire engulfed Chrysalis. It hung its head low, eyes closed, its last glimmer of salvation faded away. The sound of roaring flamed echoed throughout the cave, with each moment the drake felt confident that he was safe. Its confidence was short lived however as a multitude of small green spikes began randomly piercing its body.

The stream of flames wavered slightly but it refused to lose. In a last-ditch effort, what fire that was left in its lungs was expelled outward. The baby drake opened one eye, curious as to what was transpiring. The drake that stood in front of it, remained motionless. A low croaking sound issued from the drake's mouth as it fell to his knees with a thud. The little drake's ears shot up at the sound of Chrysalis' voice.

"I expected more from a dragon," she sneered, dropping her shield, and strolling up to it. "How... did..." was all it could croak out before Chrysalis interrupted him. "I survived, because I'm more powerful then you," her voice taking on a sinister growl. The drake let out a terrifying scream as its head was encased in magic and ripped from its neck. The decapitated body slumped upon a slab of its companion's body with a sickening slap.

The beaten drake slowly got back to its feet, despite its injuries. Chrysalis stared at it with mild interest as it stumbled its way toward her. Stopping several feet in front of Chrysalis, its expression was one of admiration. "It appears that despite your small stature, you possess a strong sense of determination." "Perhaps you can accompany me after all," she spoke softly. It smiled at her before a gurgling sound caused its ears to droop with embarrassment.

Remembering that it was probably hungry, she strolled past it to the dead corpses. Chrysalis turned to face the young drake before speaking, "Lesson 1: Always eat when the opportunity presents itself." She turned her head and spotted the leg of one of the slain drakes. Lowering her head and biting into its thigh, with a quick jerk, ripped it from the body. Blood was flung into the air and splattered both the stone floor and the young drakes front claws.

Walking back to the drake, leg in her mouth, she placed it in front of him. It looked at the severed limb then back to her before sinking its teeth into the flesh. Chrysalis smirked, revealing her blood-stained fangs, inspiration had given her a marvelous idea. After an hour or so the young drake gave a satisfying sigh as it rubbed its belly. The blood of its ilk now completely covered its front claws and mouth.

"If you've satisfied your hunger, we need to leave," Chrysalis bluntly stated. She turned and began to walk away but halted when she hear the uneven clacks of claws against the stone. Not wanting to waste any more time, she enveloped the small drake with magic and placed it on her back. "For now you can ride on my back but only until your leg gets better," Chrysalis sneered. This action stunned the small drake but for only a moment before it began to snuggle her neck.

Feeling the love radiate from the drake, Chrysalis couldn't help but sample it. A warm sensation began to spread throughout her body. She grinned again, not only did she find a willing creature to feed upon. It was the love of a child, the most scrumptious type of love ever. Flaring out her wings, she leaped into the air and flew away. The drake tightened its grip around her neck making sure not to slip off during their ascent into the sky.

Unexpected Development

Three years later

In the Haysend Swamps, Chrysalis' new hive buzzed with life. Upon a throne of pearl white, sat the revered changeling queen. The throne’s backrest stretched high toward the ceiling. The tentacle-like spears of varied size, shape, and configuration protruded from the sides of the backrest. The armrests emerged from behind the throne, snaking their way outward in a narrow wavy pattern.

Chrysalis was quite busy planning their next potential conquest, coordinating her drones, and receiving reports from outside the hive. Combining these tasks usually induced a migraine of Helios proportions. The culprits being endless paperwork and conveying of orders. However, every changeling was telepathically connected, eliminating both paperwork and the queue of commands.

This advantage greatly increased the efficiency of her hives. A raspy voice entered Chrysalis' mind, "My queen, drone 791 reporting, we've finished constructing the new hatchery to your specifications." "Very good drone 791, report to sector 7-J for your new assignment," Chrysalis replied. With a word of acknowledgment, the drone ceased communications.

Soon afterward a deep sounding voice entered her mind. "Dodge Junction Infiltration team, drone 1052 reporting. We've successfully captured and replaced the last of the populace." "Excellent, what's the status of our guests?" Chrysalis inquired. "They are secured and heading toward the hive, your majesty," was the drone's reply.

She was about to speak when a familiar dragon, accompanied by two drones, entered the throne room. "Drone 1052 Inform me when our guests are properly taken care of," Chrysalis demanded. The group stopped a couple of feet away and bowed low. Holding the pleasantry for several seconds, they raised their gaze to meet the queen‘s eyes.

"Good afternoon Chrysalis, how have you been these past few days," the dragon asked. Between the changelings was a tall, broad dragon. Its scales were a sleek dark crimson color while it’s spines, a mesmerizing aquamarine. He had piercing topaz eyes and a white underbelly, severely scarred during his youth. Chrysalis rose from her throne, which turned out to be fused bones of willing equine contributors. Chrysalis descended the stairs to stand erect in front of her visitors.

"The same as usual, managing an empire is quite a tedious chore," Chrysalis answered nonchalantly. Chrysalis eyed the three of them indifferently before walking away, followed by the dragon. The two drones stood there and watched the pair leave. Every drone knew why Chrysalis decided to take the dragon in. What baffled them was her treatment towards him. Their silent musing was shattered by a thunderous rebuke.

"Drone 2755 and 2832 get back to work you lazy maggots!" Chrysalis' voice snarled in their minds. Panic gripped them as they stumbled about before galloping away. Chrysalis and the dragon continued to walk side by side toward her private chambers. It was the only place that any changeling refused to disturb her unless it was a dire emergency.

The hive wall, sensing Chrysalis' presence, opened wide. Revealing a single bed, a private washroom, and a large room with soft plush cushions. "You should really think about redecorating," the dragon jived. Once they were through, the opening closed behind them. "I know it's not as shiny as your room but it serves me just fine," Chrysalis retorted.

"Besides, I want to hear how your first assignment went," Chrysalis asked impatiently. "It was kind of awkward at first until they came to terms with a grown dragon in their town.“ “I even choose a name for myself," the dragon finished. Chrysalis turned to look at the dragon, anticipation gleamed in her eyes. "I've decided to call myself Zembani," the dragon proudly proclaimed.

Chrysalis raised an eyebrow and gave a thoughtful hmm. Zembani droned, downtrodden by her expressive contemplation, "You don't like it do you." "It doesn't matter if I approve, all that matters is that you like your new name," Chrysalis reassured Zembani.

"So how did your reconnaissance go," Chrysalis probed the topic again. "Better then I thought, they didn’t even monitor me, Appleloosa should prove an easy target.” Zembani snickered. Chrysalis trotted toward the dragon and threw her forelegs around his broad torso. Zembani wrapped his arms around her, returning the hug.

"Soon we'll enact our revenge upon those who’ve wronged us," Chrysalis hissed softly. The two of them began to laugh maniacally. Meanwhile, at the Ponyville Post Office, a pegasus stallion was methodically sorting the mail. His vision was glazed over from the irksome task. Extracting a letter, identifying the recipient’s address, and place it into the proper mailbag.

The constant repetition pained his fatigued mind, sapping his nearly exhausted energy. Yet from the shrouded recesses of his stupor mind, a bolt of recognition emerged. Dispelling the miasma of dullness and resuscitating the mind from its monotonous state. The pegasus yanking the Ponyville sack closer, plunging a hoof into it. After a few moments of searching, he withdrew a thin white envelop from the bag with a lasso stamp on it.

Unsure of what his dead eyes might have seen, he scrutinized the writing on the letter. To his surprise, the recipient was Applejack. He soon saw that it came from Appleloosa, by a pony named Braeburn. Knowing that Chrysalis had ordered anything relevant to Twilight or her associates to be reported. The pegasus stuffed the letter down his shirt, after making sure he was alone.

He quickly returned to sorting the mail until it was time to head home. After a quick word of departure, to his coworkers, he took to the sky of blazing red and orange. Soaring at a steady pace, the wind gently tussled his mane. He felt trapped, on one hoof he would be helping Chrysalis with her schemes. On the other hoof, if he refused, he and the ones he cared about would be in danger.

The beautiful scenery of blue and velvet tinted clouds, conjured by the setting sun was lost upon the homeward pegasus. Soon he could see his home through the tree limbs. With a heavy heart, he landed on the doorstep, opened the door, and entered the house. The door gave a soft squeak as it revealed it‘s charming yet humble interior.

As he trotted inside, a sweet voice could be heard from the next room, “Clover, is that you?“ “Yea it’s me, dear,“ Clover replied, stashing the letter in a dresser drawer. Taking off his uniform, Clover hung it on a peg sticking out of the wall. His eyes glanced at his wife’s similar uniform. A golden nameplate that read "Derpy," was fastened to the front of her hat.

Clover turned around and was greeted by Derby’s cheery face. She was a gray pegasus with a long flowing mane and tail of golden blonde. Her cutie mark was several ascending bubbles of light purple. Flashing a smile of his own, a swirling vortex of cyan flames engulfed Clover's body. Burning away his azure colored fur, four leaf clover cutie mark, and mocha colored mane and tail.

Where a pegasus stood moments before, now stood a changeling with blue eyes. “What’s wrong,“ Derby asked, seeing the insincerity of his smile. Her misaligned eyes struggled to meet Clover's gaze. "Same old thing dear, I can‘t wait until I‘m rotated out of the sorting room," Clover chuckled. Derby could hear the disdain in his voice.

Catching Clover off guard, Derby glomped him. A pair of forelegs wraps around his neck. Immediately Clover's expression changed to one of content. A loving mmm vibrated in his throat as their cheeks pressed together. The scent of lavender rose from Derby's hair to greet his nostrils. "No matter what, you always brighten my day," Clover whispered into her ear.

The sound of little clopping hooves from upstairs, caused them to break apart. Shortly afterward a very unusual filly slid around the corner. She was a hybrid of pony and changeling, the first of her kind. Her chitin was quite different than any other changeling, reformed included. Instead of being rigid and hard, it was soft and scaly.

Her horn was jagged but not gnarly, her body lacked the usual cavities that non-reformed changelings had. Her wings seemed to take on the characteristics and texture of a dragon‘s wing. "Welcome home dad," she called out cheerily, running towards him. Clover’s smile grew even wider as he scooped her up into a hug. "How's my little Typhoon, have you been a good filly for mama," Clover lovingly said.

"Of course I have been, I even helped mom cook dinner," Typhoon replied with a giggle. Sniffing deeply into the air, several different aromas met Clover's nose. "It smells like you two have been cooking up a storm," Clover joked. "We didn't cook that much, just some blueberry muffins, hay steaks, and steamed carrots," Typhoon replied.

"That sounds delicious princess, why don't you and mama head to the kitchen." "I'll be right there, then we can enjoy dinner together," Clover softly said, placing her back on the floor. Typhoon smiled before merrily high stepping toward the kitchen. Derpy soon followed but not before giving Clover a look of concern.

The expression on Derpy's face told Clover she knew what was happening. He always made sure that Typhoon wasn’t in the room when he reported to Chrysalis. Regardless of never meeting, Clover wanted to keep any semblance of Chrysalis away from their daughter. Making sure that he was indeed alone, he withdrew the letter, and carefully opened it.

Dear Applejack,

Something unusual happened today, a dragon arrived in Appleloosa. He called himself Zembani, he appears friendly. I remembered that Twilight was a very knowledgeable pony. While Spike might be able to lend some insight as well.

Hope to see you soon,

Braeburn

As he read the note, he was telepathically relaying the message to Chrysalis. "Excellent work drone 4931, inform me if anything new arises," Chrysalis replied before severing the link. "Yes.. my queen," he verbally muttered, any trace of enthusiasm having vanished long ago. After being accepted as a non-reformed changeling by Derpy. Clover began to question the validity of Chrysalis' prejudice towards the equines.

Although Chrysalis was furious when she discovered that he was smitten by a pegasus. In the end, Clover managed to negotiate with the changeling queen. His continued and unwavering cooperation in exchange for non-interference into his private affairs. Recomposing himself with a deep sigh, Clover pushed aside such thoughts. Returning the letter back into the envelope before putting it into the drawer.

He walked into the kitchen, ready to enjoy a meal with his family. Back at the Haysend Swamp, Chrysalis was deep in thought about the recent report. It seemed that this Braeburn might lure her enemies to Appleloosa. After a while she turned to Zembani, "It appears that your visit has caught more than the attention of the locals."

"Perhaps we can use this to our advantage," Chrysalis mused. Zembani, eager to hear Chrysalis' plan, waited patiently. "I think it’s about time we announce our presence," Chrysalis hissed. "I wouldn't advise an ambush, instead we should gathering intelligence about these visiting ponies," Zembani humbly suggested.

Chrysalis let out a hearty laugh, "when did you become such an astute strategist." "I'm learning from the best," Zembani shrewdly replied. "Agreed, you'll also have an opportunity to learn about your species from Twilight's pet dragon," Chrysalis cooed wickedly. Zembani narrowed his eyes and stared at her with steely conviction. "I may look like them but that's where the similarities end," Zembani growled.

Smiling, Chrysalis continued, "I've decided that you need a more active role in this plot." "Applejack and her friends will come to Appleloosa, befriend them and return to Ponyville," Chrysalis explained. Zembani was crestfallen, he was hoping for more then gallivanting with the enemy. "Do I really have to befriend them," Zembani groaned.

"Yes, then I want you to learn everything you can about them," Chrysalis sternly replied "When the time is right, we'll set our plan into motion," Chrysalis stated. Zembani let out a groan of agitation. “Are you sure that I couldn‘t do anything else,” Zembani complained. A sinister sneer crept across Chrysalis' muzzle while her green eyes began to pulsate.

“Are you questioning my decision,” Chrysalis repeated with a deep growl in her voice. Zembani just sulked, falling to his stomach in disbelief. “I understand your frustration if I could I’d spare you this disgrace,” Chrysalis spoke sympathetically. Placing a hoof on his shoulder, Chrysalis continued, "my drones cannot maintain their disguise if they cannot feed.” Relocating her hoof from his shoulder to underneath his chin, Chrysalis gently raised his head. Once their eyes met, Chrysalis declared, "You‘re the only one I can trust with this infiltration.”

Zembani gave a deep sigh as he broke eye contact with Chrysalis. This meant that he would have to leave behind the only life he knew. To make matters worse, Chrysalis wanted him to live amongst ponies. He didn’t have anything against equines personally but they were enemies of Chrysalis. That’s all the reason he needed to classify them as his enemies. Zembani replied with a sigh, “I’ll accept the mission, only because you asked me to... mother.”

The Reason Being

Zembani knew that once Chrysalis made a decision it was pointless to contest it. He heard the wall behind him open with a sucking sound. Zembani turned to leave, mildly surprised to see a changeling he’d nicknamed Chelsie, waiting on the other side. Chelsie stood at attention, her unusual orange eyes were the only thing that told her apart from the rest of the swarm.

“Good afternoon Zembani,“ Chelsie spoke in a duel-toned feminine voice. “I’m not in the mood,“ Zembani growled as he stormed past her and down the corridor. Violently scraping his claws against the floor with each step. Chelsie followed a few steps behind Zembani. Completely unfazed by the dragon’s impetuous action.

The haunting sound of claws resonated throughout the hallway. Effectively warning any changeling to give Zembani a wide berth. After several minutes of walking, Zembani suddenly stopped. Chelsie walked past him without a word and began to manipulate the hive wall. Reacting to her presence, the wall quivered as a vertical fissure began to form.

With a sucking sound, the fissure retracted itself until a door shaped hole was formed. Zembani strolled into his quarters and plopped himself upon a mound of treasure. Chelsie promptly followed Zembani and spoke up once the wall resealed itself. “Are you finished with your tantrum yet.” Chelsie dryly asked. Zembani craned his neck to glare at the bold changeling.

Assuming a sitting position, Chelsie returned his glare with a nonchalant look. Staring intently into his eyes, noting the metaphorical maelstrom of rage and hurt within. Silently accepting her challenge, Zembani stood up as he redoubled his glare’s intensity. The air was deathly still as they tried to stare down the other. However, Chelsie knew how to end this stalemate as she stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes.

Chelsie’s ploy effectively broke Zembani’s concentration as the dragon couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought I had you that time,” Zembani smirked. Chelsie spoke with a grin, “I could easily tell that you were merely venting.” “Speaking of, what are you venting about,“ she inquired. The light-hearted atmosphere shifted to one of trepidation.

With an exasperated sigh, Zembani collapsed, spewing bits and jewels everywhere as he landed. “It feels like mother still treats me like a hatchling,” Zembani sighed. The dejected dragon grabbed a claw full of bits and toss them down the pile. “I’m still young but I can handle more than reconnaissance,” Zembani droned.

“Perhaps she doesn’t want to place you in danger,“ Chelsie interjected. “Are you saying that a single dragon outweighs the potential deaths of countless changelings,“ Zembani retorted. He plucked a sapphire that was partially buried, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed indignantly. Chelsie rose to her hooves, withdrew her wings from under her shell, and gracefully fluttered up toward Zembani.

A soft buzzing emitted from her wings as Chelsie came eye to eye with Zembani. He tried to turn away but his snout was caught between two chitin hooves. Now trapped, Zembani was forced to stare at Chelsie’s blank expression. “Your accusation is partially right yet the conviction of which you speak is wrong,” Chelsie bluntly replied.

Chelsie took a deep breath before explaining her statement. “Chrysalis gives us life and purpose in return we’d give our life in her service.” “Death in the hive is the equivalent of a scar upon the flesh, the injury will heal,” Chelsie finished. Zembani just stared at her, unwilling to believe that she just belittled her and every changeling’s existence.

“How can you just dismiss the lives of your entire race so easily,“ Zembani demanded. “Your concern is admirable but it doesn’t change the fact that changelings are expendable,” Chelsie calmly stated. “When a changeling hatches, the queen establishes a mental connection with the fledgling.” “Essentially making every changeling a part of herself and vice versa.”

“You may not know this but when we hatch we’re nothing more than a wild beast until the link is established.” “When a changeling dies their essence returns to the construct of the queen’s mind.” “Through this process, we live on while our corporeal bodies die,” Chelsie finished. Zembani just stared blankly at her, his mind struggled to interpret when he’d heard.

Chelsie patiently hovered, knowing that it was a lot to take in, waiting for his response. Several moments passed with nothing but the soft fluttering of her wings to fill the otherwise silent room. Zembani finally spoke again, “if every changeling is a part of mother’s psyche then why don’t you all act like her?” Impressed at Zembani’s swift cognitive ability, Chelsie replies.

“That’s how it used to be before the destruction of the badland hive.” “While it is a decent approach at first, it quickly becomes exhausting as the hive grows.” “Manipulating the actions of every changeling taxed Chrysalis’ mind and diminished her mental capacity when it came to strategizing.” “Which lead to a string of defeats as well as the usurper known as Thorax,” Chelsie concluded.

“How did Thorax defy mother when she had complete control over him,“ Zembani anxiously inquired. “I know that you want to hear all about it but that’ll have to wait,” Chelsie said. Zembani stuck out his lower lip as he silently pleaded for her to continue. “You can put those puppy dog eyes away, it's getting late and you need to sleep,” Chelsie playfully scolded.

Zembani’s pout immediately switched to an expression of confusion. “How do you know th… you heard the time through the hive mind didn’t you,” Zembani deadpanned. Chelsie grinned as she nodded her head in agreement. “The perimeter guards switch out at moon rise and they communicate through the hive mind,” Chelsie stated.

“Fine, if nothing else it’ll end this day,” Zembani groaned. “What do you mean did something happen,” Chelsie asked concern etched in her voice. Zembani was dumbfounded at Chelsie’s reaction, it was his assumption that all information was share throughout the hive. The fact that his mother would withhold this was unusual.

After a brief silence, he decided that she was indeed ignorant of their conversation. “It’s what mother told me before I left her chambers,” Zembani began. Chelsie immediately put a hoof to his mouth as if to silence him. “The conversations that you have with Chrysalis should remain between you two.” Chelsie stoically replied.

Slightly miffed, Zembani spoke in a low growl, “Did she forbid me from discussing our conversations?” “Not really, its something that we changelings decided,” Chelsie confessed. “Do you remember how I mentioned that changelings are essentially one being.” “Well when we communicate it’s the equivalent of talking to oneself,” Chelsie conveyed with a hint despondency in her tone.

“However, Chrysalis actually has to learn about you instead of knowing everything at once.” “This simple interaction that’s taken for granted throughout the world, has given Chrysalis immeasurable contentment.” “Although the queen would never admit it she cherishes those times. “We simply don’t want to intrude,” Chelsie finished.

Zembani’s expression softened as he realized that the lack of knowledge was not of selfishness but of respect for Chrysalis. “Ok I understand your reasoning but I’d still like your advice,” Zembani stated. Chelsie felt an uneasiness settle in the pit of her stomach. “Mother wants me to befriend a group of ponies and return with them to a place called Ponyville,” Zembani droned.

Chelsie’s face immediately lit up as she surmised the ponies that Chrysalis implied. With a deep sigh and a couple moments to gather her thoughts Chelsie spoke. “Perhaps she wants you to learn more about the enemy, for your benefit as well as ours.” Zembani just gave an exasperating glance at her as he spoke. “I’ve asked her and now I pose you the same question.”

“If this is a simple spying mission why send me instead of a changeling?” “Surely they would blend in better than a strange dragon,” Zembani vocalized. Not breaking eye contact with Zembani, Chelsie fluttered to the ground to rest her weary wings. “Mother said that I was the only one she could trust with this mission.”

Chelsie pondered on Zembani’s last statement, attempting to guess the meaning of Chrysalis’ words. With uncertainty in her voice, Chelsie replied, “maybe she meant that you won’t have to pretend as changelings do when we assume an identity.” “Besides that, you'll be immune to the spells that can reverse our transformation,” Chelsie finished.

I’m beginning to understand now, Zembani mused to himself. Mother wasn’t underestimating her swarm's capabilities rather she was utilizing an alternative avenue. Unfortunately understanding a decision didn’t change the fact that he’d still have to leave the hive eventually. Zembani returned his gaze toward Chelsie, “thank you for your advice.”

“I’m glad I could help ease your mind, even if only a little, ”Chelsie genially declared. “If you don’t have any other concerns, might I suggest some sleep,” Chelsie hinted. Zembani gave a sharp smirk at the changeling. “You win I’m heading to bed,” Zembani began to walk down the mound that he was perch upon. Once he was on the floor Zembani halted before looking at Chelsie.

In a blink of an eye, a surprised Chelsie found herself on the receiving end of a preemptive hug. Recovering from the initial shock, Chelsie returned the hug. “I enjoy our talks, you always have a way of putting things into perspective,” Zembani complimented. Breaking their embrace Zembani gave a last smile before retiring to his bedchambers.

I enjoy our friendship as well, Chelsie thought to herself. She turned to leave as Zembani’s tail slinked around the doorway and from her view. With a familiar sucking sound, the wall split into a door shaped hole. Chelsie walked out of the cavity and made her way down the hallway of the hive.

So It Begins

Zembani stared down the street, to his left stood a disguised Chrysalis. Opposite of them were the instruments of his future torment. A low growl emanated from Zembani’s throat. As they waited, Zembani reminisced about what he would surely miss in the days to come.

He thought about how he’d miss hearing his mother’s voice or hunting food alongside his adopted brethren. The thought of being plucked and dropped behind enemy lines filled Zembani with dread. Fighting and surviving was one thing but feinting conversion to another’s ethics was quite another. Without the hive mind to reinforce his mentality. Zembani was concerned that an extended infiltration could lead to a sort of Stockholm Syndrome.

Zembani doubted he could be swayed so easily yet lessons from his mentors surfaced nonetheless. Wanting Zembani to be versed in a wide range of knowledge and skills. Chrysalis had assigned a teacher to Zembani once the first clutch of cocoons hatched. Among his lessons were several that told of prisoners of war that soon gave their allegiance to their captors. The prisoners were so warped that they participated in espionage against their own empire.

Zembani’s thoughts were interrupted by a nudge from his left. Chrysalis, who was disguised as a unicorn, whispered into Zembani’s ear. “Calm yourself, your growling might give them a reason to deny our request.” The form that Chrysalis chose had a medium length mane of Cerise. Her wavy mane separated into several locks of elegantly curled spirals of varying sizes.

Chrysalis’ tail, barely reaching her lower thigh, was also a Cerise shade. The elegance of her hair gave it the appearance of being professionally styled. The fur of Chrysalis’ disguise was a shade of Casa Blanca White while her eyes were a cinnamon color. With a short snort, Zembani reigned in his animosity. The six ponies and baby dragon stopped several feet away from the strange dragon and the unicorn that stood beside him.

Rarity gasped when she got a good look at Chrysalis. “Oh my, would you look at that unicorn,” “She’s quite stunning, I wonder why a pony of such sophistication is out this far,” Rarity whispered to Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie who’d been staring at Chrysalis now turned to face Rarity. “Well, it would appear that the unicorn knows the dragon.”

“Oh, oh, maybe the unicorn helped the dragon and now they’re the best of friends,” Pinkie Pie replied. Rarity sighed at the obviousness of Pinkie’s statement. “Pinkie, sometimes your quite exhausting,” Rarity stated. Pinkie Pie replied to Rarity in a slightly louder tone, “I’m not exhausted at all, look.” To prove her point Pinkie Pie began to bounce in place.

Applejack snapped her head around to face her chatting friends. “Would ya’ll gals kindly keep it down,” Applejack quietly reprimanded them. Pinkie Pie stopped bouncing as both mares returned Applejack’s glare with an apologetic expression. It would seem that Braeburn was right, Twilight thought to herself. Her gaze shifted between the dragon to the unicorn beside him.

Twilight’s mind was spinning rapidly, this entire scenario seemed off. The first discretion was the dragon’s uncanny ability to hide among the open plains. Secondly, who was the strange unicorn that acted as though her place was beside him. “How do you do,” Twilight called to Zembani and Chrysalis, “may I ask your names?” Rainbow Dash blurted out, “and where’d you come from dragon.”

Instinctively Zembani roared angrily at Rainbow Dash causing everypony to flinch with apprehension. “Listen well you flamboyant chicken my name is Zembani, not dragon!” The loud outburst caused several citizens of Appleloosa to flee in fright. Rainbow Dash’s friends restrained her before she could confront Zembani.

“Who are you ca…,” Rainbow Dash was silenced by Twilight's magic. While the others, minus Pinkie Pie who was giggling, scolded Rainbow Dash. Twilight gave a slight bow along with an apology. “Please forgive my friend’s insensitivity, she meant no disrespect Zembani,” Twilight pleaded. Chrysalis smiled inwardly at the sight of Twilight squirming before her.

Zembani gave Rainbow Dash a cold stare before he forgave her begrudgingly. Quick to break the tension, Chrysalis emulated a soft voice as she spoke to Twilight, “I see that you have befriended a dragon.” “Would it be presumptuous to assume that you're knowledgeable about dragons, princess?” Chrysalis humbly finished.

“Please call me Twilight,” she began, “I do possess some knowledge about dragons, why do you ask Ms.?” “Veronica,” replied Chrysalis, “Despite raising him the best I could, I’ve never raised a dragon.” “I only wish that my son knows about his lineage,” Chrysalis concluded. Twilight took a couple of steps toward them, a smile on her face, “I’d be honored to teach Zembani.”

Twilight turned to face the dragon before continuing. “If it’s ok with you.” Zembani quickly glanced at Chrysalis before turning his attention back to Twilight. Chrysalis felt a twinge of discomfort in her chest, a feeling that was quite foreign to her. With a long breath, Zembani answered Twilight, “I would appreciate it if you could teach me.” Twilight resumed her approach, stopping a few steps away, and extended her hoof toward Zembani. “It would be my pleasure to teach you about your heritage,” Twilight said.

Reluctantly Zembani took her hoof in his claw and shook it. Twilight turned to face Chrysalis, “You have my word that we’ll take care of your son Ms. Veronica.” Chrysalis gave a half-hearted smile at the lavender pony. Fluttershy, who had remained quiet, was quite taken with everything that has unfolded today. It filled her heart with joy to hear that Zembani and Veronica overcame their differences to live peacefully together.

Regrettably, the shrill whistle of the train completely decimated an otherwise wondrous moment. The group slowly made their way towards the train station. Before they reached the platform though, Fluttershy stopped and cleared her throat. “I want to stay and talk to Veronica a little while longer,” Fluttershy stated.

Her compatriots turned to look at her, concerned that she wanted to remain in Appleloosa. Rarity was the first to voice her concern. “Are you sure darling, it might be a while for the next train to come through.” “I’m sure besides I can stay at a hotel if it gets too late,” Fluttershy countered with a smile. Fluttershy’s friends exchanged looks of surprise at her unusual decision.

Despite their personal feelings, they couldn’t think of any objections. “Alright Fluttershy, I guess we’ll see you back at Ponyville,” Twilight replied. Twilight’s mood drooped slightly, already missing Fluttershy’s company. “We’ll see you later Fluttershy,” Spike called out as he climbed the stairs. Eventually, her friends followed suit, giving similar words of departure to the yellow pegasus.

After giving Chrysalis one last smile, Zembani prepared to fly after the ponies that preceded him. Before he could take flight, Fluttershy rushed toward him. The yellow pegasus realized that she barely reached his waist once she stopped beside him. Zembani slowly turned his gaze downward to see Fluttershy retrieving her ticket from her bag and offer it to him.

“Thank you kind pegasus,” Zembani spoke in a deep yet kind voice. Fluttershy felt a slight tremor creep through her body as Zembani’s pointed claw took the ticket from her. With ticket in claw, Zembani prepared his wings for flight. Likewise, Fluttershy backed away, giving Zembani space for his take off. Giving her friend one last hug, Twilight walked after their friends.

“Did you want to talk over a light snack,” Chrysalis suggested to Fluttershy. “That sounds nice,” Fluttershy replied as they walked back to town. The Friendship Express signaled it’s departure by another short shriek of its whistle. Zembani had chosen to sit on a bench by himself. He curled into a ball and hoped that he’d be able to sleep the trip away.

A crest of green scales accompanied by a high pitched voice proved otherwise. “Hi my name is Spike,” the small purple dragon said as he held out his claw. Zembani shook his claw, “pleased to meet you, Spike,” he spoke in an indifferent tone. Zembani stared at Spike, which caused the baby dragon to fidget under his gaze. Spike frantically searched his brain for something that would break the silence.

At once Spike ceased his fidgeting as he cleared his throat. “How long have you lived with Veronica?” Spiked asked Zembani, secretly hoping that his question wasn’t too personal for having just met. A small grin formed on his lips as he recalled the memory. “It’ll be four years next month that Veronica welcomed me into her home,” Zembani stated.

Spike was about to ask a follow-up question but was interrupted by Zembani. “I’ve nothing against you young drake but could you leave me in peace.” Instantly Spike’s good mood evaporated as he turned and trudged back to Twilight. Zembani turned to look out the window fascinated by the change of scenery. After several minutes of staring out the window, Zembani heard a soft ahem from behind him.

Zembani turned around, surprised to see Rarity and not Twilight standing behind him. “I know it’s hard to leave your home but Spike was only being nice,” Rarity calmly said. Zembani pushed himself into a sitting position before speaking. “I meant the young drake no disrespect Ms..” “Rarity will suffice,” the white unicorn chimed in.

Zembani quickly continued, “Rarity, I simply do not wish to be disturbed right now.” “I understand but Spike was quite excited to speak to another dragon like himself,” Rarity responded. Zembani’s ears perked up at Rarity’s words, he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Do you mean that Spike was orphaned and abused,” Zembani quietly asked.

“What, no Spike wasn't..." Rarity halted as a dark epiphany clicked within her mind. Rarity fell to her haunches, a loud gasp escaped her lips. Upon hearing her distress, Rarity's friends rushed to her side. Before any of them could ask her what was wrong, Rarity spoke again. “Who would be cruel enough to do such a thing?” Zembani noticed that the rest of her companions were gathered around his bench now.

“I guess this is as good of a place as any,” Zembani mused softly. Zembani cleared his throat and began the tale of being abandoned, abused, and his eventual rescue. Amending the parts about Chrysalis, the death of the bullies, and consuming their flesh for sustenance. Once Zembani finished his story, his captive audience was either sniffling or completely shocked.

Zembani could also hear a few scattered sniffles among the other ponies on the train. A soft touch on his left front claw causing him to shift his gaze downward. Rarity had placed her hoof on his claw in an attempt to comfort him. “You poor dear, I didn’t know dragons could be so cruel.” Rarity replied softly. “Dragon culture is quite barbaric but it’s just our nature,” Zembani stated.

A loud chime rang from the intercom as the conductor announced their arrival to Ponyville. The train gradually decreased it’s speed as the Ponyville station came into view. In a matter of minutes, the train had halted and waited for anypony to disembark. The group began to exit the train with Zembani following behind them. After a short walk, the group stood on the outskirts of Ponyville.

Meddling Fate

Applejack stopped and after a few words of departure, she headed toward Sweet Apple Acres. Zembani asked in mild confusion, “Where is she going?” Twilight explained to Zembani that Applejack lived at her family farm. The group continued their tour of Ponyville. Twilight mentioning places of interest as they did so. Slowly the group dwindled until Zembani, Twilight, and Spike were the only ones left, the others having returned home for the day.

“Where am I to stay,” Zembani inquired as they walked through town. “You can stay at my house,” she said pointing to the tall castle ahead of them. Zembani knew Twilight was a princess but the sheer size and intricacy of her castle was awe inspiring. “That’s quite a castle, it must have taken a while to construct it,” Zembani commented.

As they approached the towering double doors Zembani noticed that it was constructed out of crystals. “You must be a very important princess to warrant a castle of crystal,” Zembani said. Twilight could feel a slight blush form from his comment. “Twilight is a very important pony, she and her friends have saved Equestria several times.” “In recognition of this the Tree of Harmony created this castle for her,” Spike stated proudly.

Twilight had never been more thankful then now to have a coat of lavender. The color would effectively hide her increasing blush. Zembani wondered if Spike was exaggerating about a tree constructing a castle. “Oh Spike, I only did what anypony would have,” Twilight humbly replied.

Twilight pushed open the doors which revealed the interior was also constructed of crystal. They silently walked through the castle, Zembani taking in his surroundings as they walked. After several turns, Twilight was greeted by Starlight Shimmer. Starlight was sitting at a large round table, a rather large book was open before her. “Welcome back Twi…” Starlight trailed off as Zembani coming into view.

Quick to recompose herself, Starlight stepped to the floor as Twilight introduced Zembani. “Starlight Shimmer, this is Zembani, he’ll be staying with us for a while.” Starlight approached Zembani, slightly wary of the intimidating dragon. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Zembani,” Starlight held her hoof out. Zembani grasped her hoof and gently shook it.

“You don’t have to worry, not all dragons are hellions,” Zembani replied to Starlight’s hesitant expression. Starlight replaced her hoof on the ground before replying. “I’ve only met two dragons so you can hardly blame my reaction.” “Quite so,” Zembani agreed with a smile before he turned to Twilight. “I would like to rest after our trip,” Zembani stated.

“Of course, if you’d please follow me,” Twilight stated as she guided Zembani to his room. Waiting until she was sure they were out of earshot. Starlight asked Spike why Zembani was staying with them. Spike motioned for Starlight to take a seat as he did so. Spike began with meeting Zembani and his mother Veronica in Appleloosa, Veronica’s request, and Twilight’s acceptance.

Spike withheld most of Zembani’s story, save for Veronica taking him in. He didn’t believe it was his place to reveal Zembani‘s story in its entirety. Starlight leaned back in her chair, mulling over everything Spike just said. A loud repetitive knock echoed throughout the castle, interrupting Starlight. Both Starlight and Spike raced to the main hall of the castle.

The knocking became more desperate by the minute. Starlight lifted Spike upon her back before running as fast as she could. Twilight and Zembani were the first to make it to the entrance, Starlight and Spike soon joined them. A panicked Twilight threw open the doors and screamed. Upon the doorstep, surrounded by darkness was an unconscious Fluttershy and an exhausted changeling.

Starlight, Spike, and Zembani shared a gasp as their eyes fell on the disturbing sight. Twilight instantly turned her charging horn toward the changeling and demanded answers. Zembani’s mind was spinning, what happened when they left Appleloosa. What would cause this changeling to shed it’s disguise or carry Fluttershy all the way here.

The changeling struggled to lift its head, opening its eyes to reveal two orange irises. Zembani’s heart skipped a beat, he bowled past Starlight and Spike. Twilight’s mouth dropped open as Zembani stopped and hugged Chelsie. Too weak to return the gesture, Chelsie rested her head on his shoulder. Starlight and Spike were quite befuddled to properly comprehend the situation.

Meanwhile Twilight struggled to speak yet failed to make any sounds. “What happened Chelsie and why are you two hurt,” Zembani asked feverishly. In a weak and shaky voice, Chelsie replied, “Appleloosa was attacked.. by,” Chelsie went into a coughing fit as her eyelids began to close. “By who,“ Zembani begged for an answer.

A lone grunt and a whispered word were all that was heard before Chelsie fell unconscious. Although it was faint their elevated hearing allowed them to hear the last word. Zembani gently laid Chelsie’s body back on the floor before standing on his hind legs. Twilight’s body began to unexplainable shake, it felt like the air threatened to crush her.

A quick glance behind her revealed that Spike and Starlight were experiencing similar effects. A deep, almost menacing, voice caused Twilight to face forward. “Please look after Chelsie,” Zembani calmly asked. “We can’t do that, she’s a changeling,” Twilight managed to reply. Zembani turned his head to stare at Twilight from over his shoulder.

It took everything Twilight had to refrain from bolting. Staring into Zembani’s wide eye, Twilight’s anxiety increased exponentially. It felt as if the very depths of hell clashed and fought to escape the containment of Zembani’s eye. “Chelsie carried Fluttershy here despite her injuries and possible consequences.”

“Yet you deny her treatment because she’s a changeling,” “Is this how a Princess of Equestria repays a debt,” Zembani replied. Twilight began to fidget under his scrutinizing stare desperately thinking of a reply. Despite Zembani’s calm demeanor, his tone could cleave meat from the bone. “Disregarding the fact that Chelsie is a changeling, we know nothing about their anatomy,” Starlight indicated.

Zembani was about to answer Starlight when a hoof touched his hind claw. “Zembani… don’t leave,” Chelsie groaned as she tossed and turned on the floor. Zembani’s death glare and murderous aura dissipated as he put a knee to the floor. After carefully scooping both Fluttershy and Chelsie up in his arms Zembani looked at Twilight.

Twilight exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized was being held. It appeared that Zembani’s rage had faded as he looks at her with caring eyes once again. “Do you have an infirmary or a bed I can lay them down on,” Zembani asked. Almost ecstatic that the demon moments ago was gone. Twilight ran down the hall, closely followed by Zembani.

Spike’s shaking legs could no longer hold him up causing him to fell to his knees. “I never realized that dragons could instill that much dread,” Starlight stated. “They can’t,” Spike began, “however I know of one creature that could.” Simultaneously the same name came to both of their minds. “Spike, take a letter to Princess Celestia,” Starlight said apprehensively.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour but we have a situation at Twilight’s castle. An hour ago a wounded changeling arrived carrying an unconscious Fluttershy. Before the changeling fainted it told of an attack against Appleloosa by a group of dragons. We’ve also learned that a dragon Twilight brought to Ponyville might have connections to Chrysalis.

Starlight Glimmer

Spike attached a red band with a golden medallion, a “C” was engraved into the medallion. Holding the scroll up with a claw, Spike gently breathed a stream of green flame. The scroll was quickly transformed into a wisp of green smoke before flying away. Meanwhile, over Canterlot, the green wisp zoomed over the sleeping populace as it headed to Princess Celestia.

Upon reaching Canterlot Castle, the wisp dived as it flew toward Celestia’s balcony. Within a matter of minutes, it had ducked into Celestia’s bedchambers. Stopping inches above the slumbering Princess, the smoke rematerialized into a scroll. Soon the scroll fell, gently bounced off Celestia’s shoulder with a soft crumple sound.

Slowly Celestia opened her eyes and began to stir in her bed. from her sleep. Noticing the scroll laying beside her, Celestia encased it in her magic. Throwing the covers off her she sat up in her bed before unrolling it. Celestia’s drowsiness was quickly chased away as she read the letter.

Not wasting any time Celestia teleported to Twilight’s castle, dropping the scroll to the floor in her haste. Both Fluttershy and Chelsie were resting comfortably in a bed. Twilight gave Zembani a First Aid Kit for Chelsie before heading to treat Fluttershy’s injuries. Starlight and Spike were in Fluttershy’s room when Twilight reentered.

“So what do you make of all this Twilight,” Starlight asked. “I don’t really know Starlight, they both are indeed burnt by fire.” “I even tested to see if it was conjured fire but the results were negative,” Twilight said. Removing a tube of ointment, Twilight began to gently apply some to Fluttershy’s burns. “Fluttershy is lucky that she didn’t sustain any broken bones,” Twilight spoke in a relieved tone.

A sudden flash of white light followed by a quick poof filled the corridor close to their location. “Starlight Glimmer,” came a gentle familiar voice. “We’re in here Princess Celestia,” Starlight called out. Following Starlight’s voice, Celestia soon found the room they were in. Poking her head around the corner her gaze fell upon a disheartening sight.

Fluttershy laid motionless on a bed with bandages covering most of her body. “How did this happen,” Celestia asked nopony in particular. Twilight replied in a melancholy voice, “It’s my fault, Princess Celestia.” “I allowed Fluttershy to remain in Appleloosa, “I should have stopped her,” Twilight finished. Celestia raised an eyebrow in confusion as she addressed Twilight. “There wasn’t any way that you could have predicted this.”

“However, I am curious as to why Fluttershy would want to remain behind,” Celestia finished. Satisfied with her level of care she had given Fluttershy, Twilight turned to tell to face Celestia. Twilight relayed the day’s events in great detail leading up to their current situation. After a moment to assimilate all the given information, Celestia asked to see Zembani and Chelsie.

Twilight lead the way as she showed them to Chelsie’s room. Zembani was sitting in a chair next to Chelsie’s bed when he heard a voice call to him. He turned around to see a tall white Alicorn in the doorway. “Can I help you, princess,” Zembani inquired as he looked at the Alicorn. “My name is Princess Celestia and I’ve come to investigate a changeling sighting.”

Celestia leaned to the side to glance at Chelsie laying on the bed. “Has it regained consciousness yet,” Celestia demanded. Zembani stood up from his chair and turned to speak to Celestia. “Her name is Chelsie and I would appreciate it if you didn’t refer to her as it, princess.” Celestia maintained her stoic composure a similar occurrence came to mind.

“My apologizes Zembani but a changeling having a name is quite rare.” “May I ask you some questions about her,” Celestia concluded. Zembani agreed, hoping that Princess Celestia would leave Chelsie alone afterward. Celestia cleared her throat as she began her questioning, “how do you know Chelsie?” “I met Chelsie three years ago and we’ve been friends ever since,” Zembani replied.

“Ok, next question, is Chelsie a puppet of Chrysalis?” “No, Queen Chrysalis would never do that to Chelsie or any of her children,” Zembani retorted. Zembani could feel his temper beginning to rise. Celestia was shocked to hear Zembani refer to Chrysalis’ drones as her children. “Next question, does Chelsie still serve Chrysalis?”

“Yes, Chelsie has mentioned that she serves Chrysalis,” replied Zembani, wondering if these questions had any actual relevance. Celestia’s face shifted to a frown as she announced the end of her questions. Channeled her magic into her horn, Celestia lowered her head until her horn was pointing at Chelsie. Zembani leaped in between them, protecting Chelsie from Celestia‘s magic. “What do you think you’re doing,” Zembani shouted at Celestia.

Not letting Zembani’s disrespect get to her, Celestia calmly replied. “Chelsie is a changeling that is still loyal to Chrysalis and must be dealt with.” “You will do no such thing, as her friend I won’t let you,” Zembani growled as he took a fighting stance. Annoyed now, Celestia snapped, “your loyalty is admirable but do you think she would risk her life to save you?”

“Perhaps you could ask Fluttershy when she wakes,” Zembani countered. Celestia narrowed her eyes as she attempted to intimidate the dragon. Like-wise Zembani glared back at Celestia, both trying to stare down the other. A poof sounded to the side of them yet neither averted their eyes to look.

“THAT IS ENOUGH,” Twilight shouted in her Canterlonian voice. Both Starlight and Spike covered their ears from the sheer force of the shout. Unfortunately, it appeared to have no effect on Celestia or Zembani. Out of options, Twilight just sat on the floor as Celestia and Zembani continued to act foolishly. After several more silent minutes, Celestia spoke up. “It’s obvious that neither one of us is going to back down, so how about a draw instead?“

“I’m listening and if your suggestion is reasonable then I’ll consider it,” Zembani answered. They continued to negotiate even as they refused to concede the staring match. Celestia’s horn lit up again and with a quick flash, a small gold ring hovered beside her. “I can’t allow a changeling to roam free and continue to give reports to Chrysalis.”

“This ring would block her transformations and her connection with the hive so long as she wears it,” Celestia stated. Zembani thought about it, on one claw his friend would be able to stay. While on the other the effects wouldn’t be permanent and she’d be able to return to the hive anytime. Zembani took the ring from the air and held it in his hand.

“If the ring is removed it will shatter while signaling me of its destruction.” “If I catch Chelsie without the ring, I’ll dispose of her and you if necessary,” Celestia warned. Zembani didn’t reply, instead, he turned and slid the ring onto her horn. The ring emitted a few sparks then fell silent. “Now that’s settled, I’d suggest that everypony gets some sleep,” Starlight chimed in.

It was Starlight’s intention to change the subject while everything was currently calm. Starlight gave a sigh of relief as Celestia agreed to the suggestion. “Good night everypony,” Celestia declared before vanishing with a flash and poof. Once Celestia was gone, Twilight got to her hooves. “That was intense, for a moment there I thought they were going to fight,” Spike said.

“You must really care for her Zembani,” Starlight added. Zembani responded, “Chelsie was my first friend after my mother found me.” “Even though Chelsie is a changeling, she certainly doesn’t act like one,” Twilight commented. “Indeed, the ones we’ve encountered before all seemed empty,” Spike mused. “Well lets all head to bed no sense in standing around tired,” Twilight said.

As she gently ushered Spike and Starlight out of the room. Twilight called from over her shoulder, “you need to get some rest as well Zembani.” Zembani explained that he would rather remain by Chelsie’s side. The ring and her conditional stay needed to be explained when she woke up. Twilight understood and suggest that they relocate to a room with two beds.

Zembani gently picked up Chelsie and the First Aid Kit before following Twilight. It wasn’t long before Twilight opened a door and motioned Zembani to enter. Zembani stepped inside the room and looked around. There were four beds in this room, Zembani strolled over and placed Chelsie on one. Taking the covers from another bed, Zembani covered Chelsie with them.

With an exchanged good night, Zembani got into a bed for the night. Twilight doused the candles with her magic before closing the door. Zembani laid there for a while, still worried about what happened at Appleloosa. Hoping that Fluttershy and Chelsie would be awake and able to tell them what happened. The events of the day were finally catching up as Zembani felt himself slip further into a deep slumber.

Roll With The Punches

Celestia reappeared on the outskirts of Appleloosa, troubled by what Twilight had relayed about a dragon attack. Her eyes were met by a horrid sight, the town was in flames. Partially collapsed buildings, piles of ash, and scorch marks on the ground greeted Celestia. Determined, Celestia rushed toward the center of town in search of survivors.

The smoke grew thicker as Celestia raced toward the town square. The possibility of ponies trapped by this inferno spurred the princess to run faster. As she ran down the dilapidated street, she began to doubt if anypony survived. All she could hear was the roar of the flames and the occasional sound of a collapsing building. The smoke began to sting Celestia’s eyes and throat.

“Is anypony out there,” Celestia desperately yelled as she barreled down the ruined street. No reply, Celestia was about to yell again but tripped over something heavy. A sick sloshing sound reached her ears as Celestia momentarily glided through the air. With a loud thud, Celestia’s muzzle struck the ground quickly followed by her flailing legs.

After she ground to a halt, Celestia spat out the ashy ground that forced its way into her mouth. She turned to see what had tripped her and screamed at the sight. There laid behind her was a partially burnt corpse of a pony. From its midsection down was charred black. The upper half appeared to have once been a vibrant shade of blue. Rigor mortis had frozen the pony’s anguish upon its blackened face.

While its glazed eyes stared beyond infinity. Celestia began to cough as the smell of sulfur and burnt flesh reached her nostrils. Celestia slowly got to her hooves and cautiously trotted onward. According to her memory, the town square was a few more blocks and to the left. Another fit of coughing overcame Celestia, smoke inhalation caused her mind to become groggy.

A voice sounded from a distance, it came from high above Celestia. Looking skyward Celestia’s vision was unable the pierce the heavy smoke. A high pitched squeal was all that escaped from Celestia’s dry, smoke coated throat. Celestia’s ears caught a far-off sound, almost like the flapping of several wings. Reluctantly Celestia spread her wings and attempted to blow the smoke away.

Again Celestia suffered a fit of coughs, she was torn between self-preservation and her honor bound duty. Celestia redoubled the force of her flapping wings. The safety of Equestria’s citizens took precedence over my own she told herself. The sounds that Celestia had heard was coming closer. I have to hold on until help gets here, she thought.

Celestia could feel her wing muscles slowly getting weaker along with her dwindling consciousness. With her vision now blurring, she fell to her knees. A look of despair etched across her face. Dark thoughts drilled their way into Celestia’s mind. Hope and determination gave way to pessimism and self-loathing. Laying her head on the ground as the words, you’ve failed to save them, echoed in her head.

Celestia just laid in the dirt as she wallowed in misery. The rumble of flames filled her ears, the scent of death assaulting her sense of smell. Moments past before an almost nonexistent cry resounded from beyond the fire. Celestia’s ears were now erect and frantically scanned the area. After a while her ears drooped, questioning rather or not she had imagined it.

Reluctant to accept her failed rescue attempt, Celestia began to search for an escape. Turning to the left only revealed a blocked path of collapsed brick and mortar from the flanking buildings. Having been staring at the center path beforehoof Celestia dismissed the avenue. Although mostly clear of debris the long gauntlet of fire and heat would surely bring about her downfall.

The path on the right was quite promising as it appeared the best route of escape. Save for a rickety barricade of several wooden beams, the rest of the path was clear. Celestia noted that sections of the beams glowed red, remnants of being burnt prior. Once again Celestia’s ears swiveled around, having caught another faint cry.

Turning a hundred an eighty degrees, Celestia surveyed the area once again. Once again, no pony could be seen, these continued auditory hallucinations worried Celestia. Concluding the heat was the culprit, Celestia turned back around. However, a wet squashy thing had touched Celestia’s barrel. The contact had startled the princess to such a degree that Celestia had jumped several feet backward.

Celestia was unable to maintain her balance on the uneven terrain and fell to the ground. As her body impacted the ground, an agonizing scream filled the air. Ignoring the pain, Celestia leaped to her hooves as if stung by a bee. Turning her head downwards, the princess saw blood oozing from her chest. Her gaze fell to the ground searching for what had wounded her.

It wasn’t long before Celestia spotted what had violated her regal form. A long twisted piece of metal among the debris, its tip painted red in her blood. Celestia… a haunting voice called out to her from the shadows. Celestia’s blood felt like ice in her veins, the voice seemed to emanate from everywhere. Panic along with a shortness of breath began to plague her.

“Celestia, look at what your tardiness has wrought.” “You were charged with the safety of everypony yet here they lay dead,” the voice boomed at Celestia. “If I’d known I would have arrived sooner, I’m not omnipotent as everypony thinks I am,” Celestia bellowed. Utter terror was now quite prominent on Celestia’s face, fear firmly gripped her heart.

“Excuses are like assholes, every species has one and you Celestia are the biggest asshole I know.” “You preach about protecting your precious ponies.” “Yet you employ excuses to wriggle from the blame like a worm on a hook,” the voice sneered demonically. Celestia was about to give her rebuttal but was interrupted as she began to hack and cough.

This was the worse her coughing had been, it felt like her lungs were on fire. Celestia tried and failed to quell her involuntary fit. The voice let out a laughter that boomed and cackled like the thunder of an approaching storm. As the laughter assaulted Celestia‘s ears, the alicorn was finally able to stop hacking.

Celestia’s eyes grew wide as a strange copper like taste lingered in her mouth. That along with the increasing shortness of breath lead Celestia to a very dire conclusion. Her lung had been pierced and was slowly filling with blood. Celestia lifted her head, not wanting to appear meek in her possible final hours. The laughter finally ceased which allowed a sense of silence to return.

“Is that all,” Celestia yelled, “a few discriminatory words and laughter?” “Why don’t you face me instead of hiding like a coward,” Celestia finished. As if replying to her ultimatum the wind kicked up while the smoke swirled into a sphere-like shape. Celestia stood and watched as the smoke parted to reveal the enormous face of a lava red scaled dragon.

Celestia swallowed hard as the dragon stared at the wounded alicorn with serpent eyes. Its gaze was cold as it savored the sight of the struggling princess. “Bravo princess your act of defiance is quite grandiose, yet utterly pointless,” the dragon‘s booming voice chuckled. Celestia narrowed her eyes attempting to look intimidating.

Without warning, Celestia’s chest began to ache and throb in rapid succession. The pain that surged through her body was too much to bear. Falling to her knees, careful to avoid the protruding piece of metal. Her breath was now shallow and weak, Celestia was gasping for air. Another round of laughter boomed from the dragon as he watched Celestia flail and twitch in agony.

Celestia gave another fierce cough which caused her eyes to close on their own volition. However, once they reopened the red dragon’s face had vanished. In fact, the entire smoke and fire infested nightmare she found herself in was gone. Through her blurred vision, Celestia stared at a blotchy darkness. The laughter that taunted her was replaced with garbled sounds and a lone shadow was towering above her.

In a last-ditch effort of defiance, Celestia forced the last bit of her energy into one of her front legs. At first, her leg merely twitched but slowly lifted from the ground. If she was going to expire here, Celestia was going down swinging. Her hoof flew ever higher before she felt it impact with something hard.

The shadow that stared down was forcefully pushed aside by her attack. Exhausted and mildly satisfied, Celestia slowly embraced the shadowy arms of oblivion. As her eyes closed, one distorted sound seemed to stand out from the jumbled mess. Several hours later, Celestia’s eyes popped open as the princess regained consciousness. In a daze, Celestia began to frantically look about her surrounding.

A dim orange glow met Celestia eyes, revealing the interior of a brown sort of structure. She also noticed that she was no longer laying on the hard ground. She tried to remember what had happened and how she ended up in a bed. Try as she might the shroud that blanketed her mind seemed impenetrable. With no alternatives, Celestia tried to rise from her bed before a voice sounded from beyond her vision.

The sound was a familiar voice that set Celestia’s mind at ease. “Calm thyself sister, thou’st inhaled massive amounts of smoke and need to rest,” Luna spoke softly. Jumping from her chair, she strolled to Celestia’s bedside. Celestia settled back down and turned her head to stare at Luna. Luna returned her sister’s gaze with loving eyes as she spoke softly. “We‘re glad that thou’st recovered but why would thou rush into the flames?”

“Didn’t thee read the note that we left atop our bed.” Celestia replied in a confused tone, “I was called to Twilight’s after she informed me about a changeling appearance.” “It was there that I learned about this catastrophe.” “How’d you learn about the attack Luna?” Celestia finished. Luna now understood why Celestia was unaware of the entire situation.

In a clear voice, Luna began her tale, “we were performing our nightly duties when a consciousness suddenly joined the realm of dreams.” “Which wasn’t unusual however the waves of terror it had emitted demanded our immediate attention.” “We soon discovered it was Fluttershy who was in distress, we quickly quelled her fears.”

“Afterwards Fluttershy informed us about the dragons, the evacuation, and how the changelings had protected them,” Luna concluded. Celestia gave a sigh of relief upon hearing that Appleloosa was evacuated. Her ease was short lived as Celestia’s mind latched on to the last part of Luna’s words. Celestia bolted upright in her bed with a speed that caused Luna to gasp in shock.

“What do you mean changelings were helping that’s impossible.” Celestia snapped. “We understand thine skepticism sister, we share it.” “Yet having seen it for ourselves we know it to be true,” Luna replied. Celestia looked at Luna, wearing an expression of disbelief she spoke again. “Changelings are heartless beings, they must be plotting something.”

Before Luna could reply a loud "ahem" came from the other side of the tent. “If you’re quite done belittling our efforts this day, perhaps you’d enjoy an explanation.” A rigid dual-toned voice echoed as the sound of hoof falls approached. Stilling her composure, Celestia looked in the direction where the voice had originated. Within moments, Chrysalis had been revealed by the candle‘s soft glow.

Chrysalis stopped right next to Luna before speaking again. “You may not believe it and frankly I don’t care either way.” “However, Luna speaks the truth, my hive and I did protect the ponies of Appleloosa.” “Why,” Celestia retorted, “I doubt it was from the kindness of your heart.” Chrysalis gave a dry chuckle before resuming, “Quite right Celestia, we do have a stake in the welfare of these ponies.”

“I’ve designated this town as a test site to try a different approach for extracting love energy.” Both Celestia and Luna gasped at Chrysalis’ bold declaration. Luna’s horn lit up with magic as she turned to face Chrysalis. “If thou think we’ll allow harm to befall these ponies, thou’rt mistaken,” Luna growled. Chrysalis simply smiled at Luna, revealing her front fangs in the process.

“You misunderstand me, we are not going to siphon their love.” “Instead we’re going to feed on the love and affection they freely give to us,” Chrysalis stated. Now the two princesses stared at Chrysalis with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. For a short period of time, the tent was silent as the sisters pondered on what they just heard.

It was Celestia that finally broke the silence with four simple words. They. Don’t. Trust. You. Regardless of the truth, Chrysalis just smiled bigger. “For now but if we help them, they’ll come around,” Chrysalis countered. Luna cocked her head in confusion, “are you planning on befriending them?” she asked. “I prefer to call it coexistence but I guess they are similar,” Chrysalis commented with a shrug.

Wanting to steer the conversation to more urgent matters, Celestia looked at Luna. “How are the survivors doing,” Celestia asked. Turning to meet Celestia’s gaze, Luna quickly caught on. Straightening her posture, Luna reported that the changelings and night guards were tending to the injured. How the slaying of their comrade had caused the other two dragons to retreat.

Luna’s voice took on a more somber tone as she relayed the fact that they had suffered some casualties. Celestia looked back to Chrysalis before courteously asking to have a few words with her sister. Surprisingly, Chrysalis didn’t snap any kind of retort but merely left the tent. Stopping outside the entrance, Chrysalis surveyed all the torch and magic lights that dotted the landscape.

Deducing from the lack of voices, Luna had erected a sound dampening field. It was only natural since they didn’t trust her if their roles were reversed she would have done the same. Since eavesdropping was impossible, Chrysalis decided to take a stroll and gauge the ponies reactions to the changelings. Chrysalis weaved her way through the crowd and as she did so a small smile formed on her lips.

It appeared that the ponies reluctantly accepted the help of her changelings. Perhaps it was the magnitude of the situation or the fact that changelings could apply first aid via the use of magic. Whatever the reason, Chrysalis could feel a slight warmth permeated the air around her. Although it was faint the aroma carried the distinct taste of gratitude. Not wanting to deprive her changelings of what little there was, Chrysalis walked on.

However, a young filly ran out from the crowd and raced toward Chrysalis. Chrysalis stopped and watched as the filly quickly closed the gap between them. In a matter of seconds, the filly was standing in front of Chrysalis. “Can I help you young one?” Chrysalis asked as politely as her dual-toned voice would allow. The filly fidgeted at first but slowly raised her head to look at Chrysalis.

The filly anxiously blurted out her appreciation for saving her daddy before rushing off. Chrysalis' smile grew bigger, partially due to the filly’s gracious words. The actual cause for her smile was the love that came with those words. It carried a fragrance of cinnamon and a slight dash of peppermint. Her taste buds rejoiced, soon joined by her stomach by the tasty treat.

Yet Chrysalis’ good mood was short lived as her thoughts turned to drone 23 and Zembani. It had been several hours since she had lost contact with drone 23. Chrysalis was able to sense that drone 23 was still alive, which meant the drone was unconscious. Her main concern was Zembani, he must be worried about them fighting dragons and not being able to help. At least drone 23 will be able to brief him when she regains consciousness and they reestablish their telepathic connection.

Chrysalis silently cursed that little filly for ruining her good mood. Wanting to be alone, she unfurled her wings and took off into the sky. Landing on the highest cloud in the sky, Chrysalis began to plot her next move. Despite the dragon attack, everything was moving according to plan. However, she knew it would be trickier from here on.

Clearing The Air

Silence hung over Ponyville like the thick fog of an early morning. Like the rest of Ponyville, Zembani was sleeping soundly in his bed. Yet his slumber wouldn’t last as a small panicked application of pressure could be felt against his scaly shoulder. The sporadic motion caused Zembani to leap to his feet. The startled dragon stood on his bed, blanket precariously hanging off his left flank by his tail spines.

Startled, Zembani quickly spotting Chelsie sprawled on the floor. Overcome with relief, Zembani rushed from the bed to scoop Chelsie up in a hug. Regardless of Chelsie’s current feelings, she eagerly pushed them aside to reciprocate his embrace. However, her shelved concerns mercilessly wrecked the moment. Zembani felt a pair of hooves press gently against his chest.

Zembani’s heart nearly stopped when he saw Chelsie’s terrified expression. “I… I.. I’ve lost contact with the hive; why can’t I contact any changeling!?” Chelsie uttered in fright. Zembani turned his head, unable to stare into her teary wide eyes. He took a slow breath before stating that her disrupted communication was his fault. Chelsie’s jaw dropped in disbelief, tears started to stream from her eyes.

Chelsie could feel her spirit crumble, Zembani’s confession had demolished her usual calm and rational mentality. Try as he might to calm her down, her wings flared from their resting place. Stripped of any semblance of her former self, her baser instincts kicked in. Chelsie took flight and bolted toward the door, however, the door didn‘t yield as she slammed into it.

Quick to recover, she darted to the window, determined to escape. Zembani leaped toward her, hoping to catch her in his outstretched claws. Unfortunately, she proved to be faster as the stands of her tail slipped through his extended talons. With the shattering of glass, Chelsie zipped into the early morning air. Once outside, she directed her magic to gather within her horn.

However, at the crux of initializing her teleport spell, Chelsie found herself hesitant. With the absence of the hive mind, doubts began to cloud her mind like a torrential storm. Horrible thoughts like the death of Chrysalis or the annihilation of her home. Chelsie was so absorbed in her worry and doubt that she didn’t hear Zembani’s approach.

Like a foal that experienced its first nightmare, Chelsie found herself paralyzed with fear. Her wings froze up as a result but before she could plummet downward Zembani caught her. The sudden jolt of her back colliding against Zembani’s chest and his scaly arms around her barrel brought her back to reality.

Her first reaction was to hug him for saving her from falling. Which instantly degraded into kicking, hissing, and struggling against his grip. Although Zembani knew that she didn’t have a chance in freeing herself, he landed all the same. Once they were on the ground, he carefully rotated her to face him. Zembani smiled at her even as she returned the gesture with a snarl.

He pulled her into a hug and didn’t loosen his embrace, she pounded her hooves against his back in anger. They remained that way for quite a while. Zembani remained silent and allowed her to vent her frustration. Chelsie screeched and shouted as loud as she could to the sky above. Around the eighteen minute mark, Zembani noticed that Chelsie calmed down and laid limply against him.

“How could you do this to me, I thought we were friends,” Chelsie sobbed in a defeated tone. Her voice was so sad and broken that he could feel a lump starting to form in his throat. With an audible gulp, he replied in a steady voice, “your friendship is the reason why I did what I had to do, there was no other choice.” Only quiet sobs could be heard from the otherwise still changeling.

Unable to bear her mournful sobs, Zembani continued to talk, “I should have taken you back to the hive.” However I couldn’t do it, you were hurt and needed medical attention.” “It was my bleeding heart that led to your severed connection to the hive.” Zembani silently cursed himself for not being more detached. Silence once again permeated the area as neither of them felt like speaking.

Tears were beginning to fill Zembani‘s eyes at Chelsie‘s unwillingness to speak. His innards felt as if they were being forced through a grinder. He expected her to be ranting and raving about how he had betrayed her. How he’d destroyed their friendship or accuse him of turning against her and the changelings. Instead, her head drooped against his neck while her hooves dangling over his shoulders.

Zembani closed his eyes attempting to hold back his tears. Chelsie was no longer crying but compared to the deathly silence, he found it difficult to decide if he preferred her sniffles. “What do you mean you had no choice,” Chelsie whispered in a hoarse voice. Zembani’s eyes bulged open, allowing his tears to spill down his cheeks.

He gently pulled her away to stare her in the face as he spoke. Despite how she felt at the moment, Chelsie gasped at the sight of Zembani’s tear-stained face. In all the time she had known him, she had never even seen Zembani get misty eyed. Yet here he sat with a grim expression and tears streaming from his eyes. Such a sight left her both speechless and bewildered.

“While you were unconscious, Celestia arrived and threatened to kill you.” “I blocked her path and refused to yield to her demands.” “In the end, she offered the inhibitor ring or perish alongside you.” “Well, you can guess which choice I went with,” Zembani finished. Chelsie instinctively raised her hoof to her horn, sure enough, there sat a ring at the base of it.

She began to poke and prod at it, the ring felt as if it was merely sitting on her head. As she fiddled with it Zembani spoke up, “Celestia said that so long as you wear that ring you may remain here in Ponyville.” “However If you so wish to you could remove the ring and return to the hive.” Upon hearing this she stopped messing with the ring as her eyes lit up.

She laid her forehooves on top of his arms as she spoke. “Are you saying that I could remove this inhibitor ring anytime I want to?” “She should have known that I’d take it off the first chance I got.” “I’m pretty sure she knew that as well, I think this is her way of showing mercy for saving Fluttershy.” Zembani’s next words interrupted Chelsie from removing the ring from her horn.

“I would appreciate it if you stayed with me Chelsie but it is solely up to you.” He sat her down on the ground and anxiously awaited her response. Chelsie stared at him, the choice was clear in her mind. Remove the cursed ring from her horn and return in disguise. Yet curiosity got the better of her as she stared at Zembani’s mixed expression of hope and sadness.

“Why do you want me to remain in this condition, its as if somepony had shattered my very world.” “All that remains is the blank and painful shards to remind me of what had be taken,” Chelsie finished in a somber tone. Zembani let out a ragged breath before giving his reason for her to stay. “Your right, I don’t know how you feel but what I do now is that ring would allow you to conserve energy from constantly being in disguise and remain here.”

“If you remove it and then get captured, it would only lead to your death,” Zembani said with a small crackle in his voice. Once again doubt wormed its way into her mind. Although self-doubt still frightened and caused her to second guess herself. This time it seemed more manageable than before as if the answer to this conundrum presented itself to her. Chelsie slowly lowered her hooves as she replied, “Alright but I’m going to need your help.”

Zembani‘s face lit up, comforted by the fact he wouldn‘t have to stay in Ponyville alone. The two of them smiled at each other, “you know that I’d always help you,“ Zembani happily said. “Well I guess we should get back to the castle before they send out the search party,” Chelsie chuckled. “Your probably right although I wouldn’t mind doing this again,” Zembani commented.

“Do what, chase me through the sky in a panic?” Chelsie joked. “Well minus the panic but I was referring to this,” Zembani spoke as he pointed to the east. Following his gesture, Chelsie soon saw what he had meant. At the edge of the horizon was the fledgling glow of the rising sun.

She had seen the sunrise numerous times before both on her own accord and through the memories of other changelings. Yet despite all that, Chelsie couldn’t help being awestruck perhaps it was due to having the experience unclouded by another’s thoughts. She gave a sideways glance to Zembani, who stared onward as he basked in the warm golden light.

Grinning a little wider, Chelsie wondered if her awe wasn't the direct result of witnessing the sunrise with Zembani. They sat a few inches apart, silently appreciating the rising sun. Unfortunately, Zembani followed by Chelsie, opened their wings and reluctantly left the hill they sat on. As they headed back to Twilight’s Castle, each of them wondered how Twilight would react to the broken window.

Informal Interrogation

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When It Rains, It Pours

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