Developing the plan
“My Queen, several of our units report their cover blown.” The drone said. “I believe word of our presence may be spreading.”
Queen Chrysalis cursed. She had had high hopes for Appleoosa. It was densely populated enough that all of the infiltrator units she had sent out had found targets, but not so dense that she had expected her troops to be discovered this quickly.
It had always been too much to hope that they could remain here indefinitely. Love, while a deliciously fine and powerful food source, was also an incomprehensible enigma to her people. What made it so frustrating was that infiltration required empathy, and how could one empathize with the creatures that made love? It made mimicking them long enough to feed her troops nearly impossible.
Worse still, if a number of Changelings had been discovered in this area, the ponies would be on guard, watching for them. It would only be a matter of time before the rest were rooted out. That meant even less energy resources coming in, and a need to move the Swarm to a new home, which would tax their already limited reserves to the limit. Survival would mean putting even more of her subjects into hibernation cocoons to conserve energy.
Chrysalis’s eyes scanned the room, their current hive already lined with the Cocoons of her Children. Her Swarm. She could not let them die.
She drove a hoof hard into the slime-lined floor of her Chamber. “Curse those rotten little Ponies!” She spat, “If they weren’t so rich with love, we would have departed Equestria years ago.” She turned and glared at the Changeling who had brought the message. “Send out the order to prepare to depart. We cannot allow ourselves to be discovered here by the pony forces.”
It frustrated Chrysalis that a force of Ponies could overcome a Changeling force ten times its size. She had determined that the reason for this was the pitiful amount of provisioning that they had to work with. If her army had enough food, their individual strength would easily surpass that of the ponies. As it was, though, the need to share the energy amongst all over her active Changelings had prevented any of them coming anywhere near their full strength.
“If only there was a pony that we could take that would provide us with all of the energy we need, without us having to worry about the other ponies finding out about it.” Chrysalis mused.
The Changeling- Byss, she thought his name was- sighed. “As well wish to capture the Sun, my Queen.” He said.
Chrysalis froze. Capture the Sun? Of course. It was crazy, but it was just mad enough to work.
“That’s it!” she cried, “Byss, you are a genius!”
Byss stared at her in confusion. “Thank you, my Queen…” he said unsurely, “Why am I a genius?”
Chrysalis laughed. The sound nearly startled her, as she realized that she had not actually done that in some time. “We are going to go after the Bringer of the Sun itself.” She said, a mad gleam in her eye. “We are going to replace Princess Celestia.”
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The first step of Chrysalis’s brilliant plan involved a trip to the Archive. The Archive was the storehouse of all of the knowledge and intelligence that the changelings gained, gathered magically. It was the only changeling structure that was never moved. If any changelings in the field knew anything of relevance, the Archive would have record of it.
The importance of the Archive maintained it as a secret known only to the highest level changelings, as any threat to the archive could destroy the changeling race forever. Because of this, Chrysalis traveled there alone, leaving Byss and the other active changelings to relocate the hive to the secure location nearest to Canterlot.
The Archivist, a grizzled old changeling whose wings had long ago succumbed to his age and had a long scuff of a beard, drew himself to his hooves as Chrysalis ended. “My Queen.” He greeted her formally, “How may the Archive serve you today?”
Chrysalis looked around at the books that lined the walls. “I need knowledge of Canterlot, the surrounding area, Princess Celestia, and those immediately surrounding her.” She said.
The Archivist nodded, and stepped to a small book stand in the center of the room. “A very interesting subject, indeed, my Queen.” He said, placing a large book upon the stand. “Shall I focus it on who she loves, or those who love her?”
Chrysalis thought for a moment. “Those she loves.” She said, “All of those little ponies love Celestia every single morning. That is the point.”
The Archivist nodded again and levitated a small paintbrush tipped with golden ink, rapidly painting strange golden letters onto the book in precise, delicate strokes. When he finished, he nodded to himself and stepped back as the letters began to glow.
Chrysalis had always loved to see the archive work. It was a magical construct said to have dated back to a time before the first Changeling Queens had crawled out of the ancient Hives to seek a new home. As she watched, symbols and words began to flow from the books lining the walls, drifting down in a glowing, spinning vortex of light, into the book on the stand.
After a time, the flow of symbols tapered off, until it finally came to a stop, sealing the book with a flash of light.
Chrysalis levitated the book off of the stand and brought it to her. She smiled “Thank you, Archivist.” She said, “Your help may have just saved our people.”
The Archivist grinned as Chrysalis turned to depart. “I do believe I have, my Queen.” He said, the sound of invisible bells echoing as he moved. “I do believe I have.”
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The book provided by the archive was filled with information. Celestia had a long history in Equestria, Dating back thousands of years. The important part, though, was finding the right target to get in close enough to knock her out and then finding ways to keep those who could unmask Chrysalis from doing so.
The first Candidate was Princess Luna. She had Returned less than a ten months prior, and had remained fairly close by her sister’s side.
It seemed that the Lunar Princess had a prickly demeanor when it came to her subjects, which made her a good Candidate, but she seldom if ever found herself outside of Canterlot. There was no way a high profile pony could be taken within the city itself. It would require taking a different pony to get close. Might as well skip the middle-mare. Besides, Luna would be necessary when the plan was complete: Only she could raise the Sun after Celestia was captured. Celestia herself would serve as incentive for that.
The Next Candidate was Twilight Sparkle. As Celestia’s personal student, she had been close enough to the Princess for Chrysalis’s purposes, up until Luna’s return. After that she had been shifted to someplace called Ponyville. A fall from grace, perhaps?
Unfortunately, it was recorded that she had close personal relationships with more than half a dozen individuals in Ponyville. Such relationships proved to be the undoing of any Changelings unlucky enough to find them. While this “Friendship” yielded much in sustenance, it often took less than a day for such close ponies to pick up on the change in personality and out the Changeling as a fake. It would never serve her purposes long enough.
Next was… Princess Cadence. A foundling Alicorn, Princess Cadence was the adoptive niece of Princess Celestia. Her position as Princess kept her estranged from most ordinary ponies, she was currently… at Celestia’s family Chateau outside of Canterlot, with her Fiancé, Shining Armor, the current Captain of the Royal Guard.
Hmm… No friends, one deep source of love, three ponies close, all of which could be distracted by a threat to Canterlot, and all of which would be rendered helpless by the completion of the plan. There was no doubt about it. Cadence was perfect.
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Shining Armor leaned back, enjoying the lovely evening. It was a brilliant idea coming out here for a picnic under the stars. Cadence looked particularly lovely under the light of Luna’s Moon. In the pale light, he could hardly believe such a lovely creature had agreed to marry him.
Cadence smiled at him. “You’re staring at me again.” She said, clearly adoring the attention.
Shining Armor smiled back. “Only because I am afraid that if I blink, you will vanish, and I don’t know what I would ever do without you.” He replied.
Cadence laughed her beautiful, silvery laugh, and hugged him. “Me? Vanish?” she said, “And let you disappear on me? Never. You are not getting away from me that easily.”
There was a rustling in the bushes. A member of the Royal Guard stepped quickly out of the Shadows. “My Lord, Shining Armor,” the pony announced, “Sir, we must get you and the Princess back to safety immediately. There are… Things in the woods.”
As if on cue, a dozen shadows detached from the darkness of the forest around them. In the moonlight, they were little more than silhouettes, shadows of creatures lancing out through the darkness to attack.
Shining Armor and the guardspony hurled themselves against the oncoming figures. Clashing against them in a press of bodies, Shining armor fired beams from his horn and kicked several of the things in the face, but the Guard managed to break through to Cadence again.
Seeing this, Shining Armor raised his head. “Get her to safety!” he shouted, “I will hold these fiends off!”
The Guardspony nodded. “Of course, my lord.” He said, turning to tackle one of the creatures that had nearly reached the Princess. “Come, Princess, we must get you back to the Chateau. It will be safe there.”
Cadence hesitated. “What about Shining Armor?” she demanded.
In response, Shining Armor unleashed a burst of magic, hurling his foes back. “I will be fine!” he shouted, as another wave of enemies rushed from the woods, “Get out of here. I will cover your escape.”
Cadence nodded. “You had better make it back, Shining Armor!” she shouted, and then she and the Guardspony broke and ran for the castle.
Cadence kept slowing down and looking back, tensing whenever she saw a burst of Shining Armor’s Magic behind her.
The guardspony she was with turned back. “Not to worry, my Princess, I am sure Lord Shining Armor will best his foes.” He said.
Cadence nodded. “I am certain he will.” She said, turning to look at the pony with her. “Just as I am certain you will see me safely reunited with him… I am sorry, I don’t recall your name, guardspony.”
The guard shot her a grin. “Byss, my Lady.” He said, “My name is Byss.”
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Shining Armor called upon all of his combat training and spellcraft to hold off the horde of shadowy creatures. He knew he could cast his defense shield and hold them off until reinforcements arrived, but he worried that, faced with an impenetrable barrier, the beasts might turn their attention on Cadence and that guard.
He had to hold out, but there were just so many of them, and in the moon shadows, they were all but invisible, lancing blows, striking from the dark. It was not more than a few minutes before one of their attacks got lucky, slipping through his defenses and driving the wind from his lungs. Then a blow to the side of his head sent him spinning to the ground. After that they were on him. It was all he could do to hold them back from making a killing blow. As hope faded, he prayed that Cadence was not the one who would find his corpse. By Celesita, he hoped that she had made it back alright.
And then there was a shout. A burst of light. And another. Suddenly the pounding hooves slowed down, and the shadowy things were thrown off of him. Bursts of green light flung them back.
“Drive them back!” That was Cadence’s voice, Shining Armor thought. “Protect Shining Armor!”
In the haze of fading consciousness, Shining Armor looked up and saw Cadence’s face. But… it seemed somehow alien. Not the face he knew, full of love and compassion. This face was more… hungry.
It wasn’t her.
He needed to find Cadence… She was in danger... He needed to…
“Cadence” placed her hooves on the sides of his head. “Don’t worry, my darling.” She said, “I will take care of you.”
There was a flash of green, and everything was alright again. He had his Cadence, and now he could rest.
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