To Princess Celestia of Equestria,
This is Changeling Queen Chrysalis.
I know I’m probably the last creature you care to receive a letter from, but I’m writing to you to simply tell you what you have done to my hive.
My hive is the most important thing to me, just as I am to it. I don’t desire power, wealth, or any of the many superficial things you may think I wish for above even my own subjects; no, they come first, and likewise, they follow me with unfaltering resolve.
I understand that I’ve done something unforgivable to those you love; abusing one’s relationship to grow my own strength and unleashing that upon an event meant to be precious to ponies, taking any love you all may express for each other there for my own purposes, and further attempting to take over your nation.
But, please be aware that I did not do that for no reason.
We have fed off of your kind for as long as we have existed, for the love you ponies give off so freely is what allows us to live. We are parasites upon that which you value most, and we have attempted to harvest as much as we can in an event you value above so many others, all in an desperate attempt to prolong our lives, waning as they were from the loss of so many of our kind and the sustenance they carried with them.
Your kind has slowly become better at detecting my changelings over the centuries, with spells and wards and gems all becoming better and better at weeding us out of your own ponies, and either they kick the changeling out, leaving them without the love they were there to collect, or they kill them, leaving us with nothing.
I have heard much about how... creative your kind has gotten with killing my subjects; from simple and clean beheading, to being hung and slowly split in half, boiled alive in a metal shell, beaten with as many tools as can be found, or even shoved in a stockade and left to rot as their body is abused.
I know that you pride your nation on being peaceful and kind, but it’s clear to me and my kind just how untrue that is, even moreso after that fateful day.
We were all propelled from Canterlot by a dumb miracle on your beloveds’ part, and sent flying out across Equestria and landing less than softly in many different places. Many of my changelings simply died as they hit the ground; they were the lucky ones.
Some lived from the impact, only to die from the wildlife they had landed in. Others were left to slowly die of starvation and thirst in the middle of nowhere without their Queen or any being to feed off of. A decent few landing near or within your subjects’ settlements and were promptly killed.
But, so many others were tortured for hours, days, even weeks or months for your ‘kind’ ponies’ sick pleasure, and nothing more.
There were certainly quite a few of us that lived, including myself of course, but with that life came more suffering that we ever had before. Several of my changelings die every day just to keep myself alive, and while we may be a resilient race, able to spring back from disasters that cut out numbers by an order of magnitude or more, we are far from unstoppable, and right now, our numbers are running dangerously thin.
All of this, and with how I have received a report about a week about what you ponies did in the aftermath of our forceful eviction has lead me to write this letter to you. A few of my subjects had managed to stay within the boundaries of Canterlot and live after that event, and learned of what you ponies did there, and then managed to find their way all the way back to me, and they told me this:
You celebrated.
You and your ‘kind’, ‘precious’, and ‘perfect’ little ponies celebrated as we were thrown out and left out to the wolves amongst you that saw fit to maim us for no more than pleasure.
You danced... as we bled.
I do want you to think about that for at least a moment, Celestia, because I know you didn’t back then, and everything that happened then deserves to be at least acknowledged.
Your kind has never considered us anything more than monsters, but at least back then you acknowledged us, instead of ignoring our plight and dancing in our blood.
Now, I should state here that I truly don’t anticipate you helping us in any way after all of that, especially given how you were one of those must impacted by what happened, but I am writing you here because I simply wish that you acknowledge what happened and what it has done to our kind.
What you do with this information is up to you; if you wish to leave us to die, or even seek us out to finish the job, then so be it. I do not care, for we are already so close to death.
The choice is yours, Princess Celestia.
From,
Queen Chrysalis of the Changeling Hive