Author's Note

Basically, an attempt at something sad. Way too many clichés and dependance on song lyrics. I personally don't think there's anything salvagable or usable for any of my future stories.

Diva

"Twilight, Twilight!" shouted Spike after he acquired a letter.

"Yes, Spike?" answered Twilight.

"You've got an invitation to some sort concert. It takes place tomorrow."

"A concert?" she asked. "I don't know Spike, I really should be studying. I don't think I can delaying the book about alchemy Zecora gave me."

"Oh, come on Twilight, how many concerts have you been to?" Arguing with him was pointless since he knew Twilight quite well. Instead, she sighted.

"Fine, but I hope you don't expect me to sing along or pretend I like the song." Spike didn't reply and I kinda figured out he was much more excited than Twilight was. "I don't really see anything special in music. It's just... sounds played in an order. I would rather read a good book."" she though. Nevertheless, on the following day, they went to Canterlot, bough the last tickets and found their respective seats. Spike didn't wait for her and immediately ran to his. Twilight was concerned with his... behavior as this wasn't the way he acted normally.

"Come on Twilight! You don't wanna miss it!" he shouted, annoying the ponies sitting around him. "Oh, sorry." Soon after, Twilight sat next to him and the concert started shortly after. The curtains opened and revealed a figure in black robes sitting behind a grand piano and playing it. After a couple of seconds, she stopped and looked at the audience to make sure they were listening. Then, the figure, now revealed to a mysterious mare, started singíng.

"I'm so tired of being here. Suppressed by all my childish fears." she sung with an angelic voice. Twilight was now curious but didn't pay much attention to the song.

"And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave,
'Cause your presence still lingers here,
And it won't leave me alone." It was now certain that this was a very sad song, possibly about someone the singer lost..

"These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase,
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me." The singer took a brief pause and then begun playing passionately. The whole audience was speechless, yet puzzled at who the singer may be. Twilight was too, impressed by her talent, yet curious about her identitty.

"I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along." After these verses, guitarists emerged from the stage and started playing. Shortly after. The singer's robes were blown away and it was revealed to be none other than Queen Chrysalis. The whole crowd erupted and gave a loud "boo", but this didn't stop her from delivering the best performance she could. Twilight jumped out of her seat, ready to stop any plan she might execute.

"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me...
All of me...
All of me..." Chrysalis finished singing, took the microphone from the piano, stood up, walked up to the crowd and started speaking.

"I know many of you wouldn't even let me sing if you knew it was me, but I had my reasons behind this." Twilight' horn lit up, ready to stop any sinister plan. Chrysalis noticed this and shook her head.

"I won't lie to you, and instead, I'll be completely honest, even though I know most of you now want to banish me and my group from Equestria forever." Everyone except Twilight calmed down.

"I am not a siren who has come to hypnotize you or those you love but to mourn someone I lost a week ago. As my father, he meant a lot to me and... I haven't figured out how will I or the rest of the changelings live without him. " Transparent green tears started rolling down her cheeks. "I... I'm sorry for trying to take over Canterlot but the only thing I wanted was a brighter future for my subjects. But there is no place in Equestria for mutants like us. If this gave you a different look on the world, good for you. It it didn't, I won't judge. We've been hated a thousand years ago and it's a fate that is very unlikely to change." Chrysalis stopped speaking wiped away her tears and finished her speech. "Thank you all for listening." She then headed to the backstage along with her guitarists and Twilight followed her, mcuh to the crowd's disgrace.

"Twilight, please." said Chrysalis.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you." replied Twilight.

"Have you come to laugh at me for now being an orphan?" asked Chrysalis. "Or tell me how glad you are that changelings are dying out?" Twilight was unsure why Chrysalis was so hostile. Well, one can't blame for being a bit stressed after all she went through.

"The changelings are dying out?!" said Twilight, shocked. "How... why.."

"Not enough love." replied Chrysalis sadly. "Almost every hatchling doesn't survive birth. That's why I wanted Canterlot." Twilight was now very concerned about the Changelings, even though she knew the opinion of one mare won't give them freedom to roam Equestria.

"How did the changelings come to be?" she asked. "They remind me of winged ponies."

"That's because we were winged ponies." replied Chrysalis. "Seven thousand years ago."

"What... what happened?" asked Twilight. "Why did they become changelings."

"Turns out you don't need a lot of effort to frame a whole species of something they didn't done." replied Chrysalis.

"I... I don't understand." said Twilight. "What did you do?"

"Ask your mentor. She's the oldest alicorn in Equestria."