Foxfire curled up in her bed, her breath hastening as tears formed in her eyes and sparkled in the moonlight. She grunted and wheezed as soft murmurs escaped her seemingly dry throat. Her wings fluttered ever so lightly as her fangs glinted in the silence of the night.
"Please, no...." Foxfire sniffled as she suddenly began moving her legs in full gallop, kicking off blankets and pillows in the process.
The only other survivor, a changeling drone who was mute and deaf, couldn't help but ignore the fact that something was amiss. He rose groggily and saw his once-mighty queen thrash about in her sleep, ears folded back as she jerked her head so suddenly. A high-pitched scream suddenly came from her mouth and danced in the darkness, echoing as it seemed to wake even the most sound sleepers. Foxfire, in turn, had awoken herself, grey-blue eyes open in terror.
She quickly got up and checked her surroundings before slumping down onto the ground crying, a holey hoof of her own holding the other as if she had a child.
"I-I must be insane....yeah, that's it. I've j-just lost my damn mind." Sobbed the odd changeling as her wings flared out, stretched to their fullest extent. "S-Sleep be damned, that is all."
The guard got up and held her in his holey forelegs. He could not understand a damn word his queen was saying with ears alone, as his original swarm was dead and so was that of his adopter of sorts. All he knew was something was very wrong.
Luna walked into the room and sat next to her student.
Nightmares had been plaguing everypony nowadays. They always depicted something being stolen.
Crops.
Innocence.
Lives of loved ones as well as the petty criminal.
It was then the mobs, riots, and chaos started. They knew what Foxfire was, and what she had done. But that was not what toppled her hive into utter ruin.
It was something nopony at the time could point their hoof on.
Foxfire's nightmares, however, were different. The past was affecting her full force, each episode worse than the next.
Her family, taken from her.
Then, the bad stallion and his atrocities.
Then, Queen Chrysalis.
But something was different this time. Foxfire had dreamt of being surrounded by cloaked figures, each wielding daggers of unknown origin.
"We shalt bring him back." The figures chanted in ominous unison, "We require the sacrifice of the odd pony. Only then shall this world be purged of the monarchy, and that which we seek shalt become our new god, our new order."
Cornered, shackled, dragged to an altar only from Hell.
Her throat was slit in one swift movement of all the daggers at once. Perhaps they were only one dagger?
"Crazyponies.....cultists..." Foxfire murmured to Luna, who was taken aback in shock.
"I hope it was only another dream. If it isn't, then what is it?" Luna asked in a soft, motherly tone of voice.
"I wish I knew." Foxfire cooed as she broke down into more tears.