After the defeat of the Chrysalis, Celestia wonders if things could be different between the races of Changeling and Pony. Perhaps the Changelings could be taught to live in harmony with ponies, and Changelings could finally have a land to call their home.
But what if it's too late? What if there are no Changelings left?
What if they had all been sent to their deaths?
Rated teen for slightly dark themes.
Proofread by the fabulous bobdat!
Really quick short inspired by the song of the same name from the musical Wicked. No knowledge of the musical is necessary to understand this fic, it's just a regular ol' pony universe fic.
And wouldn't you know it, the story has 2003 words, the same year Wicked came out! (Don't trust the word count on-site, it doesn't know what's up. Trust me.)
Oh, and, whoever says descriptions are easy to write is a downright liar.
That... that was fucking beautiful... oh my god that was amazing. Bra-freaking-vo. Seriously... bravo.
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Aw quit it man you're gonna make me blush
No one lays a lily on their grave.
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Celestia would.
But no really I love you
4136492 everything I said is true. I haven't read something that touched me like that in a long, LONG time. I almost shed a tear. Great job. This will be in the feature box soon, I guarentee it.
Yeah... cept the idw reveal not only had they landed somewhere nice, they lterally commited genocide on an entire species draining there love with chrysalis even killing a living one in front of the cmc.
Very, very well written, but that was super sad :(
Good stuff man.