What Do You Think?

When entering the Badlands, the air grew thicker with heat. Chrysalis was panting with weariness within minutes.

"What's wrong, Chrysalis?" Sombra asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you would have no problem coming back, considering you made it to the forest so well."

"You...don't understand..." she panted. "I usually fly from place to place, but the air is too thick for my wings to fly right."

"What, are you so lazy that you can't simply walk around places?" Sombra sneered.

"Zip it, fool," Chrysalis growled. "I'm taller, heavier, and more built than you are. You are just smoke; the air goes right through you." Chrysalis sat down to take a break and forcefully jammed the tip of Sombra's horn into the ground. Sombra
made an inexplainable sound in anger.

"Hey, if this horn shatters, I'll never come back, so watch it!" Sombra retorted.

"I said zip it, and how dare you speak to your queen with such a tone?" Chrysalis hissed.

"You don't own me, bug. I am a king; I can treat you any way I want."
"Oh, so you don't mind if leave you here, in the dirt, never to come back?"
"It'd be better than hearing your yap about how things are harder for you. At least you weren't trapped in ice for a thousand years! I bet you had no hardships, anyway."

Chrysalis felt stung.

"You...you have no idea what I've been through!" Chrysalis shrieked. "If this is how you treat the one pony who decided to help you gain power, then I don't care what happens to you, you ungrateful oaf!"

Despite her weariness, Chrysalis stormed off in a huff, leaving Sombra alone in the dirt. Sombra was shocked she had acted so sensitively toward his statement, yet still angry at her.

"I didn't need you to concur Equestria anyway!" Sombra roared. "I'm going to gain my power later on, and when I do, I'll show you who'll be ruling Equestria!"

Chrysalis didn't even look back. Sunlight started to flicker through the haze as dawn approached. As the haze cleared, Sombra noticed how wide and barren the Badlands really were. Hardly any plants grew here, and if they did, it was shriveled and old.

How long has she lived in this wasteland? Sombra wondered. Well, who cares about her, anyway. She's got an army of bugs to help her.

Still, Sombra couldn't help but wonder what Chrysalis's past had been like, and if rejecting her offer had been a terrible mistake.