The Badlands...
Naudia lay on the cold floor of her old hive, too tired from her teleportation spell to get up.
Home, she thought. But it didn’t feel like home anymore. The hive was silent, the Badlands were silent.
Naudia heard a noise off to the side. She had teleported Twilight out here with her, after her disguise failed, and she was too tired, too resigned to bring the spell back up.
Tilting her head, she saw Twilight was standing up, hatred in her eyes, glaring at her, fully recovered from her shock.
Naudia knew what was coming. Caught between two worlds and a vendetta 1200 years old, she had failed. She had failed her mother, she had failed her entire species.
She did not even have to look to know that, even now, Twilight’s front hooves were poised in the air above her, a look of bitter anger and betrayal on Twilight’s face.
The Last Changeling Queen merely looked ahead, resigned to her fate, trying to hold back her tears. She would not cry now; she could not cry now.
She closed her eyes, as the tears came anyway, and weakly tried to curl up. Through the tears and the pain, she spoke aloud the thought that had grown on her over the past weeks.
“I… love you Twilight.”
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The changeling warden Mattar hung his head, as a cold emptiness overtook him.
He dragged his steps over to Luna's chamber, it was time to set her free. The warden walked slowly, passing by several other changelings along the way, slumped against walls or merely staring listlessly ahead of them in shock.
This only confirmed what he knew deep in his heart.
He could no longer hear his Queen.