//------------------------------// // Fairy Queen // Story: Scraps // by CDRW //------------------------------// Long ago, in the days when words were still new and ponies lived in the grasslands under the sky, before the magics of friendship and love were known, before the sun and the moon took on pony form and walked among them, a foal was born in secret. Alone in the grass, under the silver moon, an earth pony looked upon her newborn foal and recoiled in horror. She had given birth to a monster. The new child was a filly, broken and twisted beyond all recognition. Instead of fur, she had a black, glistening shell. On her head was a tiny, crooked horn. A shredded pair of insect wings weakly twitched, trying to free themselves from the birthing fluids that clung to them. The thing that should have been a pony opened it's mouth and let out a mewling wail, revealing, instead of teeth for chewing grass, a set of fangs meant only to catch and hold prey before she killed and devoured it. The mare knew she could not take her child back to the herd, they would never welcome a cursed thing like it into their midst, nor the mare that birthed it. She could not leave the herd either, for the land they lived in was a harsh and dangerous place, filled with creatures that would not hesitate to kill a pony who was foolish enough to wander on her own for too long. Working quickly, she did the only thing she could think of. She pulled up the grass from the plains and piled them over the thing that came forth from her womb. When she was done, she leaned in close and whispered, "This land is full of monsters, but they will not harm you, for you are one of theirs. You are not a pony, but if you try hard, you can be someday. If you become beautiful, then they will love you. Until then, farewell, Chrysalis." The earth pony turned and walked off into the darkness.