Chrysalis' Revenge

by ladyanaconda

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This...

Sombra was watching them at every hoof step.

He had been watching them since they escaped from Canterlot, and he had been attempting to stop them when the traitor Changeling and the Elements of Honesty and Loyalty were about to retrieve one of the three artifacts needed to bring him back. Chrysalis had already told him about her plan of letting them find the artifacts, and then she would personally snatch those from them, but still that didn't mean he would not take precautions.

At that moment, he was in the train... well, not exactly in the train at all; as long as he was dead, he could only stay in his shadow form. He had slithered into Stormfly's cabin, and his horn was bubbling with black magic. He knew that Changelings used their horns to change their shapes and pass unnoticed, but... if he used his dark crystals on the little traitor in front of him, he wouldn't be able to use magic. In other words, he would be unable to change his shape. He silently shot a small stream of his black magic into Stormfly's horn, and bits of the infamous obsidian crystals started to grow on the tip of the Changeling's horn. He would be unable to change form now.

Now that he was on it... perhaps he could also get a little fun. It had been a long time since he tampered with somepony's dreams... or their worst fears. With a malicious grin, the black unicorn charged up a small beam of black magic, but this time he targeted to Stormfly completely; the Changeling was enveloped with a green aura for a moment, and when it was gone, Stormfly started to shift between the covers, gritting his teeth and gripping on the pillows.

"No..." He was whispering between sobs, "Don't take her from me... Give me my Mist Wing back..."

Sombra licked his teeth in pure entertainment; he had also put a spell that would unable Stormfly to wake up until sunrise. Unfortunately, he would be unable to enjoy the Changeling's torture, for he had something else to do.

He was failing.

Discord attempted to stay awake, but his weariness was starting to overcome him. Everytime he went to sleep, the same, damn nightmare returned to haunt him; Twilight dying in childbirth, the baby being born dead, Sombra killing him... but the horrible, excruciating pain he felt on his chest each time. It was just a dream, but it still hurt.

And so, the Spirit of Chaos attempted to stay awake so he would not go through that sensation of pain again, but saying it was much easier than actually doing it. He wouldn't close his eyes, not even for the slightest moment, and it was gaining on him. He had bags under his eyes, which were a little reddish due to the lack of sleep. He didn't get any rest from the sleep, anyway; not with the damn nightmare.

To keep himself entertained, he would often remember the good times in his life: Screwball's birth (figuratively), the times they had together in Equestria, when he broke out of his prison stone for the first and second times, his friendship with Fluttershy. The times he cherished the most were his dates with Twilight, their wedding -and surprisingly, Shining Armor's drama in the rehearsal and their accidental entrapment in the cave were fond memories of that time as well-, and when he learned she was pregnant.

The nine months he spent with her after that were his best memories: he remembered when they went to check the gender of the baby, and learned they would probably be getting a boy. He remembered feeling his child's kicking on Twilight's big belly, and more than one time, he could feel his little hand. He remembered cooing Twilight, and taking care of her as she attempted to go with her daily life. He remembered when she would often have her mood swings, her craving for weird food, and the magical bursts that came out of nowhere.

He would NOT let those things come to an end.

He had to get out of there.

He had to save Twilight.

But finally his tiredness dragged him into the realm of slumber... and nightmares.

Twilight didn't know where she was.

She had no idea of where her friends, her brother or her husband were. She had no idea of where Screwball, Spike and Cadence were. All she knew was that she was in grave danger; they all had been captured by Changelings, and she was being kept in a dark cell where she could not see anything. She was also completely unable to use magic, for Chrysalis had made obsidian crystals root on the tip of her horn, and she was not able to use magic.

But what worried her the most was the baby. SHe was only given enough food and water to keep her alive, and she had heard from Rarity that it was very dangerous to keep a pregnant mare from her food cravings. Perhaps that was true, because she felt her unborn foal was moving each time less and less; although he didn't usually move unless his father was around, after her capture, he hadn't stopped kicking. But right now, she felt he was starting to weaken.

Speaking of which, she was starting to think 'he' was actually 'them'. Wherever she felt kicks, it was usually in more than one place; one kick on the right, another on the left, and other up. They were only suspicions, but she knew a mare's intuition could sometimes be very accurate.

How she wished she was not in that dark place, but in Ponyville. She wished she could tell her family and friends, and especially Discord, about her suspicions. The thought of having not just one, but two, or perhaps even three babies would surely bring great joy to them.

The lavender Unicorn felt a great longing for her home and her be loved beings, but right then, all she could do was... wait. And hope nothing bad happened to her baby... her babies.