Chrysalis watched as her Changeling army, fully armed and armed, marched down the cobblestone road towards the city of Canterlot. They weren't that far away, only a day’s journey away. And she planned on burning it down and using the love of every pony to feed her army to being unstoppable.
But then, as she walked along with crystal armor covering her from head to toe and two small swords sheathed on her, a group of panicked Changelings appeared from the woods on her left and she noted that of the dozen that were supposed to in that group, only a third remained.
"You four! Come here, now!" She barked to the group and she faintly smiled as they obeyed her and walked over to her with heads bowed.
"What happened?" She growled when they stopped before her.
"Queen, we were ambushed again." Said a Changeling.
"By who?"
"By the cloaked ponies! They are too powerful for us to handle! And worst of all, they are going to reach Canterlot before we do!" Said the Changeling.
Chrysalis, infuriated by the audacity of the Changeling, drew both of her swords and sliced the creatures into three sections. As its blood seeped into the ground, she looked at her blades as she recognized them as being... Falchions, yes they were falchions.
She sheathed the blades as she looked back at her army and shouted for all to hear, “We continue our march to Canterlot! Double time the running!"
Every Changeling obeyed her command and began to run down the road, armor and weapons clanking on them as they ran. But just as Chrysalis began to run after hem, a small little note floated to her and she snatched it and read it:
Do you remember me?
-Iron
She took the note, read it again, then thought to her if she knew this "Iron" pony. Her mind began to remember one such pony but then she put a clamp on such a foolish thought as she ran after the Changelings.
And nearby, watching it all happen, the cloaked ponies began to run through the woods.