You laid there paralyzed and weakened; Queen Chrysalis’ power having overcome your own. You felt as if you were about to die and the crowd’s reaction to your defeat only strengthened that thought. Your kingdom was falling and your subjects were being enslaved and there was nothing you could do about it. Then suddenly, a burst of energy was emitted near you and you could hear the Queen being thrown out of the Grand Hall. You opened your eyes to see that Princess Cadence and Shining Armor had used their love to conquer the Changelings. The wedding was rescheduled to the next day and went off without a hitch. However during it and the reception afterwards the thought of how easily you got defeated plagued your mind relentlessly. For days after it consumed your every thought until you came to the last conclusion you’d ever want to make: you were dying. You put it off as a stupid worry, that you were healthy beyond measure. However, soon you got so worried that you summoned the Royal Physician to look you over and prove to you that you were fine.
Long hours passed as you awaited the results of your testing and the fate that you hoped to not face. Then the doctor entered the throne room with a look of calm ambiguity, you think this is because he doesn’t want to betray the results of the test until he actually tells you, and makes his way up to you. You watch his every move hoping it will give away the test results. The doctor makes no such distinguishing motions and keeps his cool demeanor. After what seems like ages he reaches you and asks for your permission to sit down as it has been a long day for him. You grant it and he in turn does so. He is silent for a second, but then looks at you and smiles. “Princess,” he says “You are completely healthy, if only a little tired from your daily routine of running the kingdom.” You sigh in relief “Thank you my most trusted physician” you respond. You dismiss him and he leaves with a happy trot, knowing he has made you feel better.
Once he leaves you can’t help but think: What if it turned out I was dying? What would I do? What would happen to my subjects? My kingdom? The Elements? If you were dying they wouldn’t be able to be kept safe by just your sister and niece, they were too inexperienced with these and could become infected with the power they had. The elements would have to be given to the six who wore them. But the trouble was that these wearers were mortal and had only a short lifespan compared to you, and that would become a problem later on. So the only way you could rectify this is by granting them the power of immortality. That brought forth another problem: would they even want to? You don’t know how they would react to this but you feel it has to be done. This way when you die this plan is set up so that the elements don’t fall into the wrong hands. You pull up a piece of parchment and begin writing the most important letter of your life.
