//------------------------------// // Six sisters // Story: Chrysalis trial. // by Kingless knight //------------------------------// Spindle sat on her bed with tears of gold leaking from her eyes. She looked at a Mosaic of her family, mandible standing in the middle between his mother and father with Vehemence holding Cocoon. Spindle and Freia stood in the middle in front of their parents, next to Freia stood Myrmecia next to the joy eater cheeks puffed having to stay still, Chrysalis stood next to spindle with a soft smile and finally Emilia who was grinning; after the artwork was done they were all covered in maple syrup and sparkles, which delighted Cocoon, but everyone elsewhere annoyed.  She chuckled at her memory. “What happened to us?” She summoned her mirror to her father now in ponyville but everyone was frozen with some kind of shield around them. “When will the trial be?”  He shrugged, carrying a lantern with Ocellus inside it and other reformed Changelings; some weren’t, there was Derpy, who got caught by accident. “I need to capture some stragglers and your mother needs to wake up.” He looked around closing the box in the middle of town that was keeping everyone frozen, teleported to the edge of town “Father, I thought that box doesn’t work on magical beings.” He sighed. “No it doesn’t work on powerful magical beings—“ He was hit with a magic beam and launched into a tree. “Ow! For the love of the formeless.” He said and then saw Starlight Glimmer, he formed a shield around him and levitated a needle it zipped around, while the unicorn teleported trying to not get stabbed. “Oh it will take a second! You won’t even feel it!” Starlight teleported in front of him and the needle followed; she got out of the way and once the needle touched the shield, it exploded.  Starlight had a smug smile, she looked at the smoke disappear to see he was gone and before starlight knew it she was hit with a ice arrow, now encased with a shocked expression. “Now where is Trixie?” He then saw the stupid wagon and simply knocked on it, after which Trixie opened and looked at the fancy lantern that looked like a cage, which sucked her inside of it. “That was easy.” He then turned to starlight and did the same, only leaving the block of ice.  Spindle sighed. “Father, don't we have all the witnesses?” He looked at his lantern. “Oh right, the royal family.” Spindle sighed as the mirror turned black. In a jungle at the outskirts of Equestria most detailed map wouldn't give where you were, stood a massive black tree, the outer layer polished and unless you could fly or had hooks that would pierce the enchanted stone you could never enter. There sat the princesses being fed and waited on by Changeling of Vehemences hive. “This was a surprise.” Said Celestia, her entire body encased in Changeling secretion, before being fed cake. On the other hoof Luna was getting massaged and pedicure/manicure. “This is life.” Celestia smiled as she was released from the empress treatment. “For unreformed Changelings, they do know how to treat royalty.” Celestia nodded as her body felt like jelly. Maxilla was walking through the frozen north if he was simply walking through a meadow. He turned into smoke and flew toward the palace breaking through both Shining and Cadence's shields. There he stood in his pony form, a false form as he looked like a thin skeleton of a pony with a white coat and pink mane. “Who are you?” Shining asked.  “I gave the seed for the one who stole your love.” He released a fog of smoke through his entire body and once it faded Shining, Cadence and their offspring were in the spa. Luna drinking a blue drink while Celestia was being massaged and had her Hooves done. Myrmecia watched at a hydra and minotaur fighting, yet this bored her.  She started having flash backs. Two princesses stood in front of each other, their horns charged and fired at one another jumping, dodging, chrysalis did cartwheels and creating a wall of magic shocked Myrmecia; then from one side of the wall blasts came knocking her to the ground. “Enough.” Said the deep voice.  Myrmecia stared at Chrysalis being praised and stood up running at the love eater stabbing her in the stomach; when she saw the green on her horn. Chrysalis stared in shock, Myrmecia cried as her horn was cut with a single strike. Her father brought  Chrysalis to their mother while she cried with her brother staring down at her. “You know we are not to have our food control us.” She nodded, tearing up. “Still well done, taking that opening.” He healed her horn easily.   Myrmercia awoken   She touched her cheek, the tears burning like acid. Emelia had scores of Changelings guards surrounding her, all stingers ready. She didn’t fear much but what she feared was her as the teleportation started. In her hive ten years ago. Emelia was beaten. “How?” She asked as Chrysalis sat on the black throne. “Father gave me that to—“ Chrysalis stepped on her head. Chrysalis smiled. “Because I’m better, dear sister.” Thorax stood next to his queen. “I’m better at what you do.” She knocked Emelia out. Current time They teleported to the grand hive with the statue of Chrysalis and her friends standing in the middle of the courtroom, she gulped before taking her place and placing a few Whoopi cushions on the others' seats. Cocoon was dressed as a green maned pony in a coffin remembering the last time she saw her sister. Several years ago. She was looking over the flowers, then a brown stallion with a brown coat and blue mane came to her. “You’re lively today.” He told Cocoon as she prepared the flowers, her current form was a blue earth pony with yellow mane. “Your flowers make my day shine.” She blushed and he smiled at her. “You make mine.” He whispered. “I wanted to ask if you would go to the heart dance.” Her ears turned red. “I know you’re—“  “Yes! Of course I would!” She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.  That evening she stood up worried about why he didn’t tell her anything and as the sun continued to move as normal a week passed, her worry turned to simmering rage as she stomped toward the ocean harvest flower shop and her eyes widened. “Oh good da—.” He stood there but she knew more. “Where is he?” She demanded keeping her voice down, yet it was filled with venom.   “I don’t know what you mean, I didn’t see anyon—“ She raised the earth pony and used her magic to shock the earth pony.  “Where is Blue Harvest?” She is said to keep her voice calm. She took a few roses with her magic and turned them blue, the steams into spikes. “Pretty isn’t it? Now where is he?” The changeling returned to his form.  “How did you know?!” He demanded and Cocoon locked the door, pulled the window folds. She revealed herself as a queen even though for a queen she was the smallest, she was still taller than the worker. “I-i-i.” He shaked in fear and in her rage she opened her mouth and started drinking not only emotion but his life force until he fell to the ground unconscious. She was going through the memories, she threw Changeling into the basement.  She changed the open sign and teleported far enough to turn into a cloud of smoke, heading to the badlands slowly walking inside. Guards tried to stop her; she easily swatted them away and broke the doors. “Sister, where are you?!” She screamed as the buzzing of the hive stopped as the aerie silence took hold.  Cocoon was almost hit with a blast of magic, a shield formed and Cocoon stared at Chrysalis, her eyes blue as hard ice. “Oh there you are.” She said glaring in sullen rage. “Where is he, you Brewer of love and poison?” The Normally timid queen said, bringing out her fathers determination and her mother’s demonic glare.  Chrysalis stood towering over her little sister and honestly it was like a kitten glaring at a big German shepherd. “Why are you here?” She demanded, her guards surrounded her and Cocoon answered with a magic surge launching those guards into the walls. “Good, the grubs are in their nests.”  Chrysalis was shocked, having spent little time with her youngest sibling; Chrysalis didn’t expect her to have such magical power. “Father had one grub left to teach and I was forced to learn every ounce of his knowledge, so where is my special pony?” She said the demonic eyes of their mother were shining like an exact copy.  “Special pony?” Chrysalis raised a brow. “What’s his name?” Cocoon continued to glare and launched chrysalis into a wall. “Where do you keep your captives?” The Changeling guard tried to stand up to her ,but one look made them swivel up and lead her to the harvesting cell and she instantly knew in which pod was containing her colt friend. “Blue harvest!” He panted his eyes glassy, he coughed seeing Changeling for a moment he was shocked but when he realized who she was.  “Cocoon?” He asked weakly and seemed to have aged centuries. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re such a cute moth?” He touched her check. “I can save you, but you wouldn’t be a pony—“ He stopped her. “As Long as I’m with you I don’t have to worry.” She teared up, teleporting out of the hive.  Present. She got kissed on the neck. “You got off work early?” She asked as Harvest nodded.  “Yes, though meeting your family will be interesting, my queen.” She kissed him. “I hope your sister will be fine.” She nodded. Dopamina sat groaning and cursing the name Pinkie pie! Archania teleported to her. “Sister what happened, who caused this much damage?” She asked, looking at the groaning changelings. Dopamina stood up. “Pink one evil! So much Joy, Chaos and madness with explosions of confetti!” She fell down again.  “She couldn’t have been that bad, I mean you were fine a few hours ago.” Dopamina summoned a flask. Took the flask with her magic, “Liquid joy?” Archania took a swig and burped a pink smoke of rainbows and a party balloon. “Yea, that explains why you all look like heart warming being on repeat for a moon.”  She nodded. “Well I’m taking you! Changelings teleport us to the prime hive pronto!” They charged and fired only to appear a few feet away from their original location. Dopamina sighed, “They were never at the prime hive, and for them this is the prime hive. All power to me!” They fired at their mother charging her and both queens teleported. They sat on their familial throne, the whoopee cushions were destroyed once ether appeared. “Now that’s how you teleport.” She relaxed on the throne. “Emilia, I’m not paying for those whooping cushions.”  Violet changeling pouted. “No one pronounces my name right.” Archania was removing the rest. “I know how that is.” Archania said. “Did we come early?” She asked at the empty courtroom, except the Elephant sized spider on the ceiling.  Dopamina shrugged. “Bonny is here, aren’t ya Bonny money?!” The spider screamed in response. Twilight was reading through the diary of the Changeling emperor, after going through six books saying each of his daughters names and to find they were filled with flasks of each emotion. “So your dad really hated the pillars and desire.” Mandibles nodded. “Why?” Mandible sighed. “Desire is what he called the most toxic form of love, Chrysalis was addicted to it. He tried to feed other forms, but the formless she wouldn’t take no for an answer; he tried everything, he loved her and no amount pleased her.” His voice was somber and slow; he didn't show his emotions but everyone could hear them. “There is one way you can save Chrysalis.” He studied the pony’s gaining a more positive demeanor. “Is to blame the reformed Changelings and say that they were being too dependent on chrysalis.” They all stared and he looked at twilight.  “What?” She said, confused.  “If a hive is unanimous, the hive can veto the queen.” Twilight’s mind was doing a tailspin.  “So they could have gone against chrysalis?” “Not so innocent huh?”  “But thorax didn’t want to—“ “One bad apple doesn’t make the orchard.” He said if he was blaming the Changeling. “Listen here princess, I believe in many things, the moon and sun moving because of two ponies, dragon fire clearing wasp acne, and yes it is as bad as you think. Changelings can give emotions to each other, but soon it starts getting diluted and sooner or later it will start poisoning us, it’s like sharing one brush for an entire nation, someone will have a cold.” He looked her in the eye. “Blame the reformed Changelings, their punishment will most likely be imprisonment for a decade and spare us the time.” He teleported out of the room. She stared, her eyes frozen at the idea.