My mind was whirling, as is someone had picked me up and shook me.
“But- but, how?!”
I looked at her awestruck and fearful.
“Chrysalis, I know it’s hard to understand, and your probably scared, but there’s nothing we can do to get the empire back. Me and Luna will be able to defeat the king, but that is all"
She spoke in a sweet voice, hoping to make me feel better. Her efforts were lost however, as I turned away and let my head droop.
Everything stood still, time stood still.
It was as if I could walk around, but everything else was frozen. Anger swelled up inside me, mixing with the many other emotions I was holding inside.
I yelled at Celestia as my eyes became slits against my green eyes.
“This- I feel more than scared! I don’t understand what exactly this feeling is, but I can’t take it anymore!”
I ran, out of the throne room, to the door of a locked room. The forbidden library. Only alicorn magic was able to open such a door.
I charged my horn and blasted the lock. It quickly melted down and broke. I pulled the door open with my magic and galloped inside.
Then I searched, I searched the highest books, the lowest books. Every book in the library.
Until, I found the spell, the spell I needed, or so I believed. I turned to the page and cast the spell.
“From good too bad. Wondrous to sad. To change it back how it once had. Changeling is what will change it back!"
I closed the book and a sinking feeling feel over me.
Pain gripped at my every joint, turning and twisting like ribbon. My wings changed from feathery and bright blue, to a deep bug-like, transparency. My body seemed to harden, like an exoskeleton, turning me from a blueish green, to a deep grey, nearly black as night. My main, to a deep green.
Then holes formed in my legs, like empty tunnels.
And, the pain stopped.
I looked around. A mirror stood at the edge of the library. I looked at myself, I looked like my subjects. Who, just like me had become sorrowful and angry. My subjects looked beautiful before. I looked beautiful as well, but now. We were ugly. We looked as if we were insects. Mere flies.
"Who are you!?"
Celestia was standing at the entrance to the library, glaring agrily.
I spoke in disbelief.
"You know who I am! I'm Queen Chrysalis!".
"Quiet Chrysalis, if you truly are as you say, you have gone too far! Using forbidden spells to hold back anger, is not worthy of a Queen! I hereby banish you from Equestria. Forever!"
Before I could run, I was on the edge of a cliff. I quickly stepped away from the edge.
I looked back, the changelings were prodding at the ground and turning to each other with surprised expressions. They looked almost the same as me, I was taller however.
I lowered my head to look at what was below the cliffs edge. It was a long drop from here.
“My Queen, how did we get here?”
One of the changelings came up to me. She was young, and looked sad and lonely. Before I was able to respond, a hatchling came up to me with a confused expression.
“Why do you look different?”.
That squeaky voice, it rattled my nerves and snapped off a piece of my cracking heart. It felt like the sound had been yelled strait into my ears. The reason for this anger, I could not explain.
I yelled at the child.
"Do not ever question you queen! Have you looked around recently!? We all look different, you look different!"
He slumped to the ground and slowly backed away.
I turned around once more, looking past the cliff and into the pastures beyond. A large mountain, moving and shifting, was not too far away. Large and small crevasses, grew and shrank until they were too small to continue, or too large that they had to shrink. Constantly, new holes formed and died inside and out the mountain, our new home.
I yelled to my subjects.
"There, that is where we will continue our legacies."
I pointed my hoof to the mountain, the only response I received was the silence from my fellow changelings.
We waited for a moment before I spread my new wings, which felt lighter and silky, and took off. To the mountain we soared. Less graceful, more bug-like.
Only days had past, but we already had a throne set for me. Made of a stone capable of absorbing any magic. All except, changeling magic.
I no longer had reason to continue those silly little plays. Now, we were training the young for revenge.
For the future annihilation we would inflict upon all of Equestria. I might as well destroy all Celestia loves, including herself and those other weak princesses. Still, it would be a long time before we followed through with any plan.
Me and my hive grew hungry quickly, it was my duty to find a plentiful food source for us. However, we had much trouble with hunting.
Our senses were new, and while we could smell the faintest scents, we did not understand where the scent originated or where the trail led.
It was all a blur.
Like a dream where your heart constantly aches for something wonderful to happen again. But perhaps, that's only me. The only changeling, the queen of all changelings, who would never truly be full.
Longing for something to change for the better.
Longing for my past mistakes to fade.
Longing that I never got turned into stone.
Longing that the pain I have never came.
But it'll never stop.
I hoped that I would someday be forgiven.
Let back home.
Found happiness.
But instead, I found the true prowess of pain.
And it cut deep, deeper than the sharpest knife, deeper and deeper.
Until all joy was gone, and time passed, and I became a statue.
A statue, in the Canterlot Gardens.
Forevermore.