A Dream, A Bow, and a Letter

by Pnakotic

Rating: teen
Tags: Changelings, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Queen Chrysalis, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna
Length: 3727

A few weeks after the Canterlot invasion Celestia works to piece together what happened as well as what to do about it.

A few weeks after the Canterlot invasion Celestia works to piece together what happened as well as what to do about it.

Published 2013-01-01 18:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-01 18:40:01 UTC

A Dream

A Dream, a Bow, and a Letter

The beginning of the Canterlot Invasion…

Celestia hovered above the changeling queen casting a beam of solar energy, Queen Chrysalis countered with her own beam of green changeling magic. Celestia probably could have easily defeated Chrysalis if she used her full power; then again her full power being unleashed would probably incinerate everypony in the room. Therefore, Celestia would have to make do with only a fraction of her potential, which for now seemed to be enough to defeat Chrysalis.

Then the unexpected happened, Chrysalis overpowered her. ‘It must have been the added energy from Shining Armor’s love.’ Celestia realized too late. With her horn fried Celestia was unable to access her magic, leaving her as helpless as any other pony. She fell to the floor in an unceremonious heap in front of her subjects, ‘some goddess I must look like now.’ she thought.

Any minute now Twilight would hurry to her mentor’s side out of worry and despair, and so Celestia waited. She continued to wait for an unusual amount of time; curious Celestia opened her eyes to behold an empty room. They had fled, who wouldn’t? Seeing their goddess and so called protector defeated had panicked her little ponies causing them to flee, even Twilight had departed most likely seeking safety. Celestia couldn’t rightly blame them, to see their deity defeated so easily, so quickly, in their shoes she would have fled as well.

“Oh poor little Celestia,” Came the mocking voice of Chrysalis, “abandoned by those you cared for most.” Chrysalis stepped down from the altar and strode towards Celestia.

“Sister…” A familiar far off voice whispered, it sounded almost like a faint echo.

“Due to your weakness Equestria will be harvested, your failure has ensured my victory, my conquest!” Chrysalis continued now standing over Celestia. Celestia struggled to get to her feet, to defy the wretched queen, only to find that Chrysalis’ spell had paralyzed her.
“Sister!” The familiar voice sounded again, louder this time.

“But I am a merciful queen, and as such I will relieve you of the pain of the days to come.” As Chrysalis spoke she raised a hoof, which glowed with green energy, to stamp out the solar princess’ life.

“Wake up!”

Celestia awoke with a start; she was in her room, in Canterlot, safe. In front of her bed was her sister, Luna, who had a look of concern on her face. Her door had been opened in haste, the two guards looked on hesitantly; they hadn’t had the nerve to stop Luna from entering. Celestia turned to Luna with a questioning glance; it was early in the morning far earlier than she would normally be awoken.

“You were having a nightmare, sister.” Luna explained, “I felt it echoing throughout the dreamscape, but try as I might I was unable to enter your dream. I was worried and thus came to check on you, you twisted and thrashed in your sleep so I woke you.” Luna looked down in thought, “I apologize for waking you though, it is still early, but I worried for you.” She apologized.

“No need to apologize Luna, I was having a nightmare and I am glad to be free of it.” Celestia replied.

“You are not free of it as of yet, dear sister, you are only awake. To be free of this nightmare you must overcome your fear, please tell me what it was you dreamed of.” Luna asked.

“Very well, but first let me take care of a few things.” Luna nodded and Celestia set off to reassure the guards that they weren’t going to be banished for letting her sister into the room, she also had them note that Luna had access to her room at any time of the day. Next she dispatched a servant for some tea, while coffee would have been more fitting for the hour she still preferred the soothing taste of tea. Finally, she fixed her mane which looked less like an aurora and more like somepony had flushed a mix of food dye down a toilet.

Once the tea arrived the two sisters sat by the fire and Celestia launched into her explanation. Luna’s look of worry turned to one of regret at the mention of the invasion. “I still wish I could have been there sister, together this changeling queen would have stood no chance and this whole farce would never have happened.”

“It’s not your fault Luna, protocol dictated that you be absent.” Celestia said comfortingly to her sister. The protocol of the Equestrian government stated that in times of war or threat to the government only one of the royal pony sisters would be present in the capitol at a time. This ensured that in the event of capture, or worse an assassination, that there would be somepony to rule. Therefore, during the invasion Luna had been kept at a safe house far from Canterlot.

At the end of Celestia’s recount Luna thought for a moment then said, “So is it Chrysalis you fear or the prospect of failure?” She asked.

“Failure.” Celestia admitted, “Had I been stronger, if I hadn’t held back, none of the devastation of the changeling swarm would have befallen Canterlot.”

“If you had not held back, as you put it, Canterlot would be a pile of ash. Besides that everything worked out in the end, the Elements of Harmony weren’t even necessary.” Luna argued.

“Only because of Twilight and her friends’ actions, not to mention Princess Cadance and Shining Armor. In the end it was mortals who protected the land when their goddess could not.”

“The fate of equinity has always rested in mortal hooves, not ours; that is what you taught me.” Luna countered.

“Even so I should have listened to Twilight when she confronted Chrysalis, but I did not. I sided with the majority because I thought I knew so much better than her, in truth it was I who was the fool.”

“From what I heard Twilight’s accusation had no evidence at the time, there’s no way you could have reasonably believed such an accusation without proof. Truthfully Twilight is just as much at fault as you if not more so…” Celestia was about to object but Luna raised a hoof, “Allow me to finish; if Twilight had come to you without making such a scene you could have searched for evidence before making a decision, but she did not. Twilight put you on the spot and you were unable to support her, which is not your fault.”

Celestia Sighed, “You are right Luna, I only wish that I hadn’t been so blind to the difference between how Cadence and Chrysalis acted.”

“Tis in the past sister, let it go, but do not forget it instead learn from it. Let such an event make you stronger, more vigilant in the future.”

“Very well, but when did you get so philosophical?” Celestia responded jokingly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Well there weren’t many books in the safe house, the only ones I found were written by that crazy stallion Star Swirl the Bearded from the pre-classical era.”

The two sisters conversed on much lighter topics for the remainder of the night when it came time for Celestia to raise the sun she commented, “This is the best time I’ve had in ages Luna, we should to hangout more often.”

Luna looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “I do believe your dialect is getting a bit too modern for me, sister, but I enjoyed myself as well. Don’t you need to sleep though?”

“I am an immortal goddess I think I can stay up as long as I like!” Celestia declared trying and failing to hide the weariness in her voice and the fatigue rings around her eyes. “But… uh… maybe we should talk at a more reasonable hour for both of us.”

“Right… oh by the way whatever became of Chrysalis?” Luna inquired.

“I’m not sure, but what I do know for certain is that if I ever see her again I’ll turn her into a pile of ash.”

“Isn’t that a tad extreme sister?” Luna said raising an eyebrow.

“She wrapped me in a pod of changeling goo! Do you one: know where that comes from and two: know how long it took to get that smell off of me!?”

Luna cringed remembering the week or so where Celestia had scrubbed herself pink in an effort to remove the foul scent. “Point taken sister, now I do believe it is time for your day to begin and for me to ‘hit the hay’ so to say. If you need me do not be hesitant to wake me, tis only fair.” With that Luna departed for her own chambers leaving Celestia to get ready for the day.

A Bow

Fate it seems at times is nothing more ironic, not even a week since Celestia and Luna’s late night discussion there came a changeling “ambassador” into Celestia’s court. In truth the changeling wasn’t really an ambassador as much as he was an offering. The changeling was carried into her court bound and gagged with a white flag and a note tied round his neck. When asked, the guards explained that the changeling was found like this at the palace gateway. Removing the note Celestia read:

To the ever benevolent ruler of the day,
I realize this may seem like a drastic reversal of character and formerly position, but I send this missive in hopes for an audience. My people are starving for the love your kingdom is abundant with, my own realm is abundant with minerals and other products which may be of use to yours, perhaps a mutually beneficial agreement could be reached? In hopes of a peaceful resolution I myself will be visiting in a few days’ time to discuss terms with you.
Signed,
Queen Chrysalis of the changeling empire
“Why didn’t she just do this in the first place?” Celestia wondered aloud. With a sigh and a shake of her head Celestia noticed that there was an addition to the letter:

As a show of good faith I have included with this note one of my finest drones for your use and pleasure.

Looking up from the note, Celestia blushed realizing that the changeling was bound rather suggestively. Celestia deadpanned, “She’s joking… She’s joking right?” The look of fear and anxiety on the changeling’s face told her that Chrysalis was in fact not joking. With a sigh Celestia used her magic to unbind and ungag the poor changeling who regarded her with wide eyes. “Give him quarters to stay in as well as food and drink if he needs it.” Celestia ordered a guard who saluted and ushered the still shaking changeling out of the room. Celestia noted from the position of the sun that it was only noon, “It’s going to be a long day.” She remarked with a sigh.

After an endless sea of petitions, paperwork and concerns regarding a particular changeling the day finally ended. Celestia decided to join Luna for dinner/breakfast in her room as well as fill her in on the situation. After showing Luna the letter and filling her in on their guest Celestia asked Luna for her thoughts on the matter.

“Well it seems rather straightforward sister.” Luna commented.

“How is this at all straightforward?” Celestia asked incredulously.

“Tis tradition when making a truce to send a gift indicating one is serious about the negotiations, whether it be currency, goods, or in this case a servant.” Luna lectured.

“I meant about the truce itself not the ‘gift.’” Celestia said face-hoofing.

“Ah, about that I am as uncertain as you, sister, but I believe a good place to start would be questioning the changeling so thoughtfully provided by the queen.” Luna replied.

After finishing their meal the two sisters headed to the room given to the captive changeling. After knocking on the door, tis polite reminded Luna, the two entered to find the changeling sitting by a slowly dying fire. Upon noticing the sister’s entrance the changeling bowed before them, a gesture most likely out of fear more so than respect.

“We mean you no harm,” Celestia said kindly, noticing the changeling was shaking, “please tell me what your name is?” Poor thing, Celestia thought, he must think we’re here to torture him or something.

The changeling shifted his appearance in a puff of green flame to that of a brown stallion with a grey mane; the disguise would have been perfect except for the lack of a cutie mark. “M-my name is Number 2176.” Upon seeing the princesses confused looks he quickly amended, “But –um- I was told you could call me whatever you want.”

“How about we call him Olive Branch, for that is what he is more or less.” Luna suggested.

“I suppose that is as good a name as any, how do you feel about that?” Celestia asked still attempting not to scare the changeling too badly.

“Tis perfect mistress, whatever pleases you.” Olive Branch replied, to which Celestia rolled her eyes. “What is it you desire of me?”

“I ‘desire’ for you to calm down, you have nothing to be afraid of.” Celestia motioned for him to sit and make himself comfortable. After Olive Branch had done so Celestia continued, “Tell me about yourself, also I’m curious why you changed form?”

“Most changelings other than Queen Chrysalis cannot speak in their native forms; we must change form in order to converse with other species. As for who I am I was the librarian of the hive I lived in, I maintained and monitored the tablets which queens of the past have inscribed. Now, however, I am nothing more than your servant, mistress.” Olive Branch explained.

“Odd how it is always the librarian thrown under the carriage when manure hits the fan.” Luna commented.

After giving Luna a deadpan look, to which Luna giggled, Celestia returned to Olive Branch, “Why does Chrysalis want to negotiate now? Wouldn’t it have made sense to do so before attempting to invade us?”

“You must understand Princess; we did not think you would accept any proposal.” Olive Branch attempted to explain further, “The only record we had of pony society was of a king by the name of Sombra who ruled with an iron hoof, any attempt of diplomacy with him was met with immediate and violent retribution. We had no idea that society had changed so drastically since then. By the time Queen Chrysalis realized the difference in governance the invasion was already in motion.”

“Could she not have simply withdrawn or revealed herself in a less… for lack of a better word evil manner?” Luna asked.

“It was too late to withdraw, the Princess known as Cadance had already been replaced. Furthermore, we were desperate, our stores of love energy were nearly gone we were at the brink of starvation.” Olive Branch paused before continuing, “It has only grown worse, the plea for a truce is a final resort; while the queen, as you know, is not a humble mare she cares for her people and will do nearly anything for their survival.”

Celestia peered out the window into the now star filled sky. Could she truly fault Chrysalis for what she had done, would she herself do anything less in her position? Celestia thought back on her own failure to protect her people, then she tried to imagine being unable to even provide sustenance for them. All too quickly Chrysalis’ actions seemed all too justifiable, leaving Celestia with a very empty feeling in her stomach.

Turning once more to Olive Branch Celestia said, “Olive Branch I will require you to teach me everything you know of changeling society before Chrysalis arrives, anything that could help make negotiations smoother.”

“Yes Mistress.” Olive Branch replied.

“Also, while you walk these halls you shall do so not as a slave or servant, but rather as a free pony.” Celestia added.

“Yes Mistress.” Olive Branch replied again.

“And one more thing, stop calling me that.” Celestia finished with a deadpan look.

“Yes Mi- oh ok…” Olive Branch said sheepishly.

Three days past, during which Celestia poured herself studied what little knowledge the royal archives had on Changelings as well as any information Olive Branch could give her. Changelings did not store much written knowledge; most of the hives library was large stone tablets written by previous queens regarding the events which happened during their lifetimes. The most important piece of knowledge that Celestia gained, however, was how to store love energy. Apparently love energy was simply magic filled with positive emotional intent; the magic was poured into crystals in order to store it. The entire process reminded Celestia very much of how the Crystal Empire functioned.

Finally on the fourth day Chrysalis arrived, she strode into the palace flanked by honor guards, past the wary looking guards and into the throne room. Celestia walked down from the dais to meet her on even ground, they were after all equals. “Greetings Queen Chrysalis, I trust your flight into Canterlot was pleasant.” Celestia said speaking first.

“Indeed, but I did not come all this way to comment on the weather.” Chrysalis replied, “Nor did I come here to beg, I expect our dealings will be fair?”

“Of course, now come let us put the past behind us and forge a new future together.” Over the following hours Celestia and Chrysalis argued over resources. What the changelings required was obvious: the love to fill their empty crystals, but what could they give in return? While the changelings had no real need for material wealth they did have stockpiles of gold, which Celestia refused, she had no need for wealth Equestria was already well off. The changelings it seemed had almost nothing to offer Celestia which Equestria didn’t already have in abundance. Thinking for a moment Celestia came up with the solution, while Equestria wasn’t in need of material resources it was desperately in need of a workforce. The workers of Equestria had shrunk over the years; more and more ponies were abandoning pursuits of manual labor for more “civilized” professions. With the changelings help construction projects could be completed in months rather than years, food and resource gathering would skyrocket. After the proposal and a discussion of wages the two finally agreed.

After the negotiations Celestia decided to give Chrysalis a tour of the city she had almost destroyed. While the streets were usually bustling the sight of the changeling queen made many ponies scurry back to their homes. “You know I would love to see your kingdom, should this peace last.” Celestia commented.

“Hmph, I must warn you that it is not as flashy or showy as this city but it is still quite a sight in its own right.” Chrysalis said thoughtfully, “I must apologize for my actions a few weeks ago, I was not myself, to have something my people needed so close, so within my grasp I let it get to my head.”

“I’ve already forgiven you, but I must ask why you didn’t finish me off?” Celestia asked, “With my death your victory would have been near assured, Twilight would have been too overcome with grief to think of the solution she did.”

“Ponies may think otherwise but I am not evil, I came here to provide for my swarm not to kill ponies. I only wish I had seen the folly of my actions before it was too late, but in the end I was consumed by pride and desire for power, things unbecoming of a true ruler.”

“Perhaps we are more alike than we first thought.” Celestia said deep in thought, “Know that you are welcome here and in the future I hope it will be with cheering crowds of both of our kin.”

A Letter

After seeing Chrysalis back to her kingdom, this time in a much less explosive manner, Celestia sat by a slowly burning fire recounting the day’s events. Olive Branch had decided to remain behind; Celestia was hardly surprised considering the drone had nearly gone catatonic upon seeing the vast Canterlot library. She had made peace with somepony she up until recently considered a mortal enemy. All that was missing was a friendship report from Twilight, although perhaps it was time Celestia wrote her own report…

Dear my most Faithful Student Twilight Sparkle,
I know that it is usually you who sends me a friendship report, but you ought to realize that I myself have not learned everything there is to know about friendship. Over the past week I have come to realize that a kindred spirit may be found in the most unlikely of places. I realize that you will not immediately accept this nor do I expect you to, also please ensure you are sitting down for this next part. I have entered into diplomatic relations with the changeling empire, including their queen Chrysalis. I know you will find this suspicious and will no doubt investigate this yourself, but I beg you to trust me in this matter. Chrysalis is not the cruel and manipulative demon you most likely see her as, she is a ruler, one who has had to sacrifice much for her people and continue to do so. Which brings me to what I have learned, there is always a better option than outright rejection of another, from the smallest of arguments between friends to a battle between a princess and a queen. When offered the sword it is often better to put it aside in favor of the quill; when offered an enemy, make a friend instead.

Now my faithful student I have a task for you, in a few days’ time I will send a changeling by the name of Olive Branch to Ponyville. I have arranged for his room and board so you needn’t worry about it. The task I have for you is to look past your differences and see the similarities you share. I think you will find that you two have a lot in common.

Sincerely,
Princess Celestia

P.S. If he starts calling me “mistress” again please feel free to… correct him.