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// Reunion 
// Story: Inside of My Chrysalis 
// by EpicChrysalis 
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	Queen Nimbus earned her name quite well. She was dark like the cloud, quick like the lightning, and loud like the thunder. She was frightening too. When she was there, adults were frightened and kids were excited. But as she left, she left a trail of fright and devastation. Just like a thunderstorm. That's how I saw it. The name was perfect. She had lightning bright white eyes. Not, just her eye whites, the iris too. She was jet black, with golden gradient stripes in her mane and tail. Her majesty and in my opinion, her stupidity hung over me.
"Chrysalis, stand up." Her voice even fit her name. It boomed loudly like thunder and sent a chill down my spine. I was standing up! I opened my mouth to say so, but when my jaw hit the floor I realized I was on the ground shivering. Oops. I stood up.
"I have good news and bad news. Bad news, Your mother is dead."
My mouth fell open. My eyes watered. The good news couldn't compare. Mother was so sweet. I never met Father. The queen killed him when Mother was expecting me.
"We discovered your Mother is a spy. She wanted that message delivered to you. But now that you know it, I'll have to rid of you, too. Your mother has been spying on us since you were born." Nimbus chuckled. "She knew too much."
I was on the floor again. This time, crying. Mother was all I had to care for, love, and cherish. She made my day a good day just when I looked at her. I looked back at Nimbus, my eyes red and my cheeks tear stained. What would she do too me? She said she had to rid of me. "Next bad news, You're getting locked up in the caverns underground. The ones left by the abandoned mine. The door out was shut by a cave and that trapped and killed everyone inside. That's your death place!" She giggled. What's the point of the good news then, I thought.
"Good news, your friends know too. You'll see them there."
"You moron! Why would you do this to me!" I half groaned half screamed. I gave Nimbus a quick kick in the shin. "You think being royal makes you special. You think you can do whatever you want! Well, one thing that makes you stand out is that you're a big, fat, lying, jerk!" I kicked her for every insult I said.
"Why would you say such things to me, darling? Everyone worships me. But you obviously don't."
She was a liar. Or maybe she was blinded by power and money.
"That's not true! Wake up and realize that you've devastated all of us, taken all our money from us, and given us all miserable lives!" After a stream of tears and a few furious breaths, my voice quiets, and becomes the way it sounds right before you cry. "You're a bad liar." A grin crawled up my face. "Everyone hates you."
Queen Nimbus grinned. She teleported us to right outside the house.
"Watch this." She used her magic to set my house ablaze. She laughed her head off as it burnt to a pile of ashes. I wept as she laughed. I felt sadness when she felt joy. It was all over now. I have nothing left to be happy about. In the ashes I saw a black loaf of bread. Burnt. My tiny flame of hatred for Queen Nimbus grew into an inferno destroying my soul. I will have my revenge for this.
I lifted my head up when the ground changed. The rotted pavement became a beautiful glossy marble tile arrangement. Whose magic did this? What a lovely- Silly me. I had been teleported the Royal Palace. I growled. A guard hurriedly shoved me into the bathroom. "Clean up before treading here!" He said. The same one who announced the breath tax. I looked in a mirror for the first time in my life. Is this really what I look like? My black coat was paled into gray in some spots because of stress, filth and poor condition. My mane was a teal rat's nest. It jagged out everywhere and stuck out every way. And my eyes. Bright and furious. Pinkish with red veins reaching deep in. My rags of clothing was once a nice-ish brown dress, but it had so many holes and frayed everywhere. I was a disaster.
I took a shower for the first time ever. The water was very warm. It was so nice. I dried off, and my coat began to sparkle. No more dirt, it was so beautiful! I struggled to get a comb through my hair. I used almost 3 bottles of detangler to fix up my hair. It finally looked decent. I repeated with my tail. I looked decent finally. I opened up a drawer and saw makeup. I tried a little dark eyeshadow, and It was great looking. I got carried away and found myself looking like a gothic fashion model. Well, in some ways. Dark eyelids to look serious, my mane drooping smoothly for a sweet looking manner in contrary to my darkened face. I looked so serious and tough. I realized I had been in the bathroom for 3 hours. Yikes! I open the door.
"Chrysalis! Is that you?"
Illumination. No one else has glowing pink skin. I smile.
"Illy! It is me! I guess I got carried away with all that stuff. But I want to look awesome before I die!" I punch the air at the word awesome. Illy was my nickname for her. No one wants to say a long five syllable name. Illy starts laughing.
"Me too. Can I try? Chaos is here too."
Illy and Chaos are my two best friends. And except for Naginata, they are my only friends alive. Illumination has a soft baby pink coat that glows. It's a long story. She has ice blue eyes and a curly ice blue mane. Chaos Element is chaos. She has a scratchy black coat, a mane that is totally unorganized, and the most wild eyes I've ever seen. They're amber eyes, like fire. And sometimes you can see flames in them too.
"Silasyrhc! Ylli!" Chaos started laughing. "You have weird names in my language. Sdrawkcab!"
"Backwards? Really?"
"It's not backwards Chrys, it's Sdrawkcab!" Illy whispered.
I pulled on the little curly thing on Illy's head and snapped it back at her. I always do that when she says or does something stupid.
"What's Sdrawkcab backwards, Illyot?" Somethimes I call her Illyot. It's a mix of Illy and idiot.
"It's..." Illy was barely audible.
"Oops! You're right! It's backwards!" I rolled my eyes. She was laying on the floor with her head in the floor, half crying half laughing. It made me a little sorry for her sensitivity when we first met and she did it, but that was a bigger thing than the word 'backwards'. Now, I've learned she's a drama queen.
"Chaos, how do you know words backwards by heart anyways?"
She made a panicky face.
"Oh, uh, wonk t'nod I. I mean, uh, I don't know"
"What are you, a backwards dictionary?" I said. And the three of us started laughing. This is how our friendship works. I joke for them, Illy sobs for us, and Chaos, is, well, chaotic. So we have a reputation as the best weirdos ever! And now, we get to die together!
"Guess what our next and last adventure together will be?" I say. "Dying!" It wasn't exactly a respectful joke, nor was it taking death seriously, but we all started laughing anyways.
"Alright. Now why don't you both look awesome like me while I find some modern clothing to match my new look." I chuckled, shoving Chaos into the bathroom. Then I searched the building for a different bathroom because Illy cried about waiting. I finally found one and shoved her in. Then, I went to a room called. "The Royal Dress"
It was where they kept clothes. I looked around until I spotted a black silky dress with teal frills at the end. And a magnificent collar that rose above my head and curled behind it's top. Too perfect. I put it on and I remembered the changeling with a messy black coat and tangly teal hair and desperate eyes. The one who wore worn out rags. That same one now is wearing a fabulous dress, has her mane done wonderfully, and her coat sparkles black and brings out her serious face darkened by makeup.
"Hey Chrys!" Chaos! She improved a lot too. Scratchy coat too silky coat. Out of control hair to- well, it was better, but still fizzy. No knots, though. And her crazy fiery eyes blazed not in chaos but within gems. She put on an orange dress with flames. It matched her.
Illy came out later. Her ice blue mane was bright and shiny, and more poofy than I was used to. Her skin's light wasn't muffled by dust. It could blind one with sensitive eyes. Speaking of eyes, hers were outlined with blue. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, eyelashes. And the real blues inside of her eyes glowed. She  saw a pink and blue striped dress as I talked to her. I saw it too. It was fabulous. But when I looked back at her, she was gone. I rolled my eyes. Then we all heard hoof steps approaching. The talking stopped. Our bodies froze. Not any hoof steps. Glass slippers were recognizable. Queen Nimbus and a guard.
"Hide!" I ordered, going into the racks dresses hung on. It was easy to hide myself. I could hear who the guard was now. Naginata.