As repentance for their actions, the entirety of the Changeling race now lay dead in an inhospitable badlands, their flame finally snuffed out. At least, that is what Celestia will have her nation believe.
Fallen from her throne, Chrysalis now bows and scrapes before pony commoners by day, and endured the moon's torture by night. Such is her burden. But the nightmares only grow worse. Perhaps they are something more sinister than Equestrian punishment.
