by nioniosbbbb
Twilight still couldn’t understand what had happened. It was not like Chrysalis to be ashamed.
“I am not proud of all the things I’ve done. My parents Amalthea and Abectrozeus didn’t teach me what they did so that I could twist them.”
Silence. Twilight waited and listened, this was a story that she was determined to hear, plus the way Chrysalis touched her chest with her hoof now…it seemed like she wanted to lay those memories to rest, to lift a burden off her shoulders.
“My mother was the lady of House Mirrorhoof, one of the twelve houses that formed the changeling nation. We were split, divided, fighting amongst ourselves. Each house had the ambition of uniting the rest, of defeating them. None, however, could gain a definite advantage to win victory. So I had to learn. Learn how to rule, to inspire, to devastate them all.”
There was a bitterness, combined with anger, in that voice. Twilight gulped, something had definitely incited anger in her marefriend. It was clear at that moment that she bore hatred towards her former enemies, it reminded Twilight of the Chrysalis at Canterlot. Nevertheless, she didn’t interrupt.
“And so I learned. My mother called Mirage Strike, a mare of infinite wisdom, one I would learn to call my teacher, my mentor, my guidance. I can tell you one thing Twilight… if I owe my parents the life I am living, I owe Mirage the quality of life that I am living.
“She taught me more than just magic. She taught me how to inspire, to lift the spirits of my brethren, to… to sing.” Chrysalis paused, her heart skipped a beat. Twilight spotted the water in her eyes shifting, but before she could confirm what she saw Chrysalis composed herself.
It seemed that she and Chrysalis had a lot more in common than she thought, was this why they were attracted to each other? Both model students, both with aspirations, plans to lead.
“Chrysalis…” said Twilight, but her lover raised her hoof, stopping her.
“I was just like you… eager to learn, to satisfy my peers, to live up to the challenge. I became a model student not for myself, but for the sake of a better future. I stayed at my parents’ meetings, learning the tricks of diplomacy. I learned how to take care of the hatchlings, I learned how to battle, how to defeat opponents superior to me. It’s then that I started losing myself. The one thing that I lost on my path to ruling. But you won’t understand… unless you see for yourself.”
Magic gathered on her horn, but it was different than a normal spell. Her magic didn’t gather around like a glow in her horn. Instead, it flew in spirals from the base of her horn. Soon, her form started turning black with a green outline, and now Twilight was truly scared.
“W-what are you doing? Stop!” She pleaded, but Chrysalis continued.
The spirals changed directions and formed an atom-like trajectory around her. Before she could marvel at the sight, a small wave of magic came from Chrysalis, changing everything in its path. Twilight cowered and closed her eyes. When she opened them she wasn’t inside the castle anymore, had Chrysalis teleported them somewhere else?
She seemed to be outside of Chrysalis’s castle, and it was burning. There were screams and fire, the unmistakable clash of magic. There was a battle going on inside the castle... Though from what she saw it was smaller this time. Where she remembered rooms, walls, and other facilities, there was stone. It was also dark, and the position of the stars was different.
She was thinking Chrysalis had transported her back in time, but the spell didn’t look like that. Her own form was transparent and soon Chrysalis appeared with the same spirit-like form as her.
“Where are we, Chrysalis? Where did you take us?” She said as her curiosity overtook her.
“These are my memories, Twilight. You will see this first hand… and judge me accordingly.” The way she said it, it was like Chrysalis awaited a conviction.
There was a low buzz that rapidly intensified from where the east wall was supposed to be. From the sides of the gorge another, younger Chrysalis appeared in battlemage garb. Her eyes were glowing more than normal: they were like two raging fires promising destruction and pain. She flapped her wings to their limits as if she was driven by some madness to reach her goal in time. Her mane was at the mercy of the wind, and she was dirty all over with blood.
It dawned on Twilight: Chrysalis had just returned from a battle, and it seemed that her enemies had decided to maneuver around her troops and attack her stronghold. As if guessing her thoughts, Chrysalis responded.
“You needn’t worry about my victory Twilight, from the moment they attacked my home they sealed their fate. You should worry about one thing.”
“What is that?” She said, fearing the answer. As Chrysalis responded a flash of green ran through her eyes that made Twilight shiver.
“Retribution.”