King Chang the first of Deep Hive, and General Bjorn Greenblood of Deep hive, were walking down the dark tunnel. there was nothing in sight, save jegged rocks and darkness. The only lights came from Bjorn's tendrils, and even those could not light very far. The general was doubting the legitimacy of this tunnel, but he assumed that if it was there, it must lead somewhere. Chang knew that there were ponies beyond here. They were talking to the grey chef, then there was the smashing of rocks as the door closed. There had to be something, if not somepony down this way.
They finally came across a dead end. It was bad news for Bjorn, but wonderful for Chang. This meant that there was some sort of safehouse, somewhere chock-full of loving ponies. He pressed his eye against the crack between the sliding rock, and the wall. He could see ponies running, stampeding, even, and a royal guard motioning them toward a glorified golden gate. Chang has found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow: The throne room. "Bjorn!" he shouted, standing back from the wall, "Knock it down."
General Greenblood reared again, and smashed his hooves into the rock, shattering it apart, and sending chunks across the Throne path. The guard stopped motioning, and fired a bolt at Chang, who had returned to his natural state. Chang easily dodged, and Bjorn stepped forward, firing a huge green bolt at the guard, shattering him, and the wall behind him. The ponies continued their terrified stampede toward the throne room doors, slowly closing. Behind the herd of ponies was an equally as large mass of changelings, constraining them to the ground. Bjorn and Chang did the same, firind their gooey constraints onto the paniced crowd. Almost none of that group safely made it to the throne room. They were under a trarmac of green. The guards were dead, as they were hostile, and the changelings met up for their final storming of Canterlot Castle.
Victory was almost within grasp, despite the changelings being weak and malnurished. They marched up to the throne room dorrs, now finally connecting, with the help of a few guards, trapping about five ponies _not including the two guards - out of the safehouse. They turned, terrified, and cowered closer to the door, dreading what may come next. The two guards redied themselves for a fight, but were cut down before the feroscious general of Deep Hive. The changelings dragged the ponies away from the door, and stuck them to the ground. Then, the two leaders of the chengelings stood before the biggest stockpile of love in the city.
Bjorn pounded on the doors with his hooves, slowly but steadily making dents and crack. Until eventually. . .
. . . The door exploded into a shower of golden shards, falling down upon the terrified ponies with nowhere to go. Behind the crowd, on a stage-like balcony, stood four ponies. Chang remembered them from the Canterlot attack. They were the elements of Harmony. The ones who could have defeated Chrysalis if needed. Behind them were two more ponies. One, a pink alicorn, the one Chysalis took the form of, and a white Unicorn, the one who ruined it all. And behind them, the two ponies who held the most love in Equestria. Love for every creature and love for every pony in their kingdom. The two princesses: Celestia and Luna.
Bjorn let out the changeling war cry, abnd the entirety of Deep Hive swarmed in, bombarding the ponies with their green goo. Twilight Sparckle cast a spell around the balcony, along with Shining Armor's help, and the changeling's could not attack them.
The king and general both stayed back, and watched their handiwork. Suddenly, Bjorn let out a shout, and began swaying. He fell forward, a spear sticking out of the chinks in his armor. Chang turned around to see a very weak, very wounded pony. His coat was grey, and his horn glowed a familiar green. It was the chef.
There was no way he could have survived their last encounter, was there? Chang was too occupied with how this could have happened that he wasn't aware of the stallion's next move. As he began to cast a spell, he shouted, "This better teach you a lesson, you black hearted, insympathetic, ruthless, lying, worm!" He fired a bolt the size of a full grown pony's head at Chang, who was aware enough of the situation to dodge. He replied with a constraining beam, but it was disintegrated by the chef's fire beam.
Again? What does it take to kill one measly pony? Chang was becoming weaker by the second, and the middle where the beams met was getting closer to the king. He had to step up his game. He forced the last of his will to the beam, and it bought him a few seconds, before his beam backfired into his own horn, coating Chang in the sticky substance they use to trap their prey. He was immobilized as the chef came closer and closer.
"Finally! One step closer to killing every last one of you pathetic, idiotic-" the stallions words were cut off by Bjorn, as he shoved him aside. The general was noticeably weak after that spear wound. The chef was laying on his side, a few feet away, as Bjorn cut the constraints on his king.
He helped him up and said, "This sin't over yet, king. We can finish this together."
Chang accepted his help but was concerned, "But Bjorn, you're wounded."
"It's nothing. I can recover. But this nusciance has to be taken care of."
"Agreed, Bjorn."
The two turned to face the stallion, now on his feet and laughing, "How emotional. Too bad that you're too incompotent and stupid to match me!" Bjorn refutted with a beam of green magig.
"Bjorn, no!" shouted Chang in hopes that the general would listen to him, and not do what he was bound to do. As Bjorn's beam shot forward, so did an identicle beam from the chef. They met in the middle, and considering Bjorn's already wounded state, the battle was over quickly. The general was thrown back in the explosion. He slammed into the wall, and lay still on his stomach. Bjorn tried to get up, but collapsed forward. Chang didn't see him move again.
The king turned to face the pony who had almost killed him twice, and would still not die. "Bjorn was an important character to the changeling army. I'm impressed that you could do such a thing. Who are you?"
The mystery stallion smiled and laughed, "Haha. My name is Ash. Ash the chef. Surely you've heard of me, no?"
Chang shook his head.
"That's a surprise. Me and your queen were very. . . close."
Chang let loose a bolt, deflected easily by Ash, who knew the king was too weak for another beam. So he fired one straight at him. Just as he predicted, the king held the beam, for a few seconds, before it came crashing upon him, throwing him into the throne room. That was when he noticed the silence. Chang stood up, and turned toward the balcony. There was still the shield, and everypony inside was safe. The rest were uinder a tarmac of green goo. A few changelings were still alive after the fight, but they were weak and underfed as ever.
They were trying to shoot the shield, but half the bolts died short, and the other half were too weak to even dent the shield. It was sad. He saw the lips of a pony move inside the shield, and he then noticed that each of the six ponies were wearing thweir elements. he dreaded what was coming. the lips said, :now!
The elements combined in a monumentous explosion that forced every living changeling back to the mountains. Chang saw the green tarmacs melt away, and Ash laughing victoriously at their departure. He could even see Bjorn being thrown towards them, but he hit a tower blocking their way, and was left in the city. Chang dreaded what was going to happen to him.
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King Chang stood, forcing back the ravenous changelings. Only about 200 were left of the original 20,000, and they were enraged with their king. This time, he only had Jazar on his side."Jazar," pleaded the king, "I need your help! Try to talk some sense into them!"
"I'm sorry, my king, but they cannot be consoled."
"Then what do we do?"
Jazar got an evil grin upon his face as his dark plan began to unravel. King Chang had not noticed the entrance to the Cavernous deep behind him. "Now," he said, walking closer, and forcing the cautious King Chang backward, "You die!" he said, using his levitated spear to push Chang just far enough to fall into the Cavernous deep.
Jazar turned to the hord of Changelings, now cheering and chanting, "Long live King Jazar!" The advisor liked that.
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Chrysalis was not expecting company, but when King Chang's screams could be heard, she became aware. She had control now, and stood, walking toward the center of her stone prison. King Chang fell flat upon the ground, with an impact so hard, that it could have killed somepony, had they been sitting underneath. Chrysalis pounded her hoof against the traitor's face.
Chang stood, obviously in better shape than the ex-queen was when she fell. He backed away, preparing for a fight, but he got none. "What?" he said, "Aren't you going to finish me? The one who exiled you here in the first place?"
"No." said Chrysalis, no expression in her face, or voice, "Being down here is punishment enough. The loneliness. The sorrow. The memories."
"Memories?" Chang asked, becoming less cautious, and more consufed, "What memories do you have down here?"
"Nothing!" Chrysalis quickly retorted, regretting her earlier comment. "Just. . .nothing." she turned, and sat back on her side of the wall. She was in the shadows.
After a few minutes of torturing silence, Chang asked, "My queen-"
"Ex-queen." Chrysalis corrected, "you, of all ponies, should know that."
"Yes. My apologies, but, mt Ex-queen,"
Chrysalis sighed, "Yes?"
"I met a pony in Canterlot. He said he was very close to you."
Chrysalis was surprised. She dreaded who she thought this pony could be, but the suspense of the moment tugged at her conscious like a twister tugging at a house. Finally, she had to ask, with a studdering voice, "W-who?"
"He said his name was Ash."
Silence.
"Queen?"
Nothing but silence.
The silence was ear-splitting, except for one noise: The sound of a tiny droplet of water hitting the cold stone ground.
"Q-queen?" Chang asked, worried for her, but now protective of himself.
"A-ash w-was. . ." Chrysalis choked out.
"Who was he, my queen? Who was Ash?"
A sob came from Chrysalis, as she said, "My father."