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Friday, August 28th, 2015
Dear Princess Celestia,
If you get this letter, you may be surprised who it's coming from. You might see this as a way for me to get to you, to try and overthrow you again. I am writing to you because I need your help. You may not believe me, I'm being honest about this, you have my word. It's my subjects. My changlings. They're starting to get sick, and I don't have a clue on what to do. They need love, but after the attack I brought onto Canterlot, your ponies haven't been afraid of them. They were fighting back as well, as some told me. They try to find love to feed off of, but to only come home empty hoofed. All I ask of you is to send some love.
Sincerely...
Chrysalis
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Chrysalis let out a deep sigh, as she lit up her horn, and sent the letter away. The emotional feelings she had right now, were of worry, and hope. Her changlings aren't as active as they used to be. At first she thought they were coming down with a slight sickness, now most of the hive is suffering the same thing. Deprived of the one thing they need to survive. Love.
She hoped she knew what she was doing. She can't exactly go out, asking ponies for their love. She had grown quite a reputation after her failed attempt to rule Equestria. She thought long and hard of what she could do, but as of now, anything that could give her the slightest bit of help had to be good enough. Writing to Celestia was the better of two options. The other was to go out and attack a small town, anywhere, to gain love to feed off of. But the changlings in their condition proved that to be impossible...
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Monday, August 31st, 2015
Dearest Princess Celestia,
Again, I ask for your help. They're just falling over dead, pale and lifeless! The death count as of now is forty-five. It pains me to see them this way, knowing there is nothing I can do to help them get through this. My son as well has fallen sick, and I'm scared for his life! Please send help. I'll do anything you want. A peace treaty? You've got it. The thousands of bits I've gotten? Take them. I'll even bow down right in front of you if you help me. Please find a way, my subjects mean so much to me. Especially my son, Nymphador, who I have no clue will live or not. I'm sorry for the things I've done. Please help us.
Sincerely yours...
Chrysalis
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Once again, having sent the letter away, she mulled over her current thoughts, to clear her head. She sit on a rock in the barely lit cave, gazing out over her subjects. The stronger ones going about their day as usual, but the ones affected are laying helplessly in the infirmary, as death crawls upon them. Some others refused to die that way, and continued working. She noticed one of them buzzing above, barely able to fly straight. It's legs were hanging, the head and ears were drooped, as if the life had been sucked out of him. Suddenly, he fell.
In an instant, Chrysalis flew out to his rescue, catching him in her forelegs She gazes into his unmoving eyes, any signs of what his life was are now gone. No breathing. No heart beat. He lay limp in Her hold, doing nothing, saying nothing. Not even a "Thank you for catching me." She felt tears creep into her eyes, not caring how silly she must look to all her other subject who only stare. She landed back down on her spot, holding the dead changling close, just like when you burp an infant after feeding it. Right then and there, she broke down, crying, as the only sound that fills the cave...
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Monday, September 7th, 2015
Dearest Princess Celestia,
The pain is unbearable. Seeing my poor changlings falling left and right, as if they were playing a game of follow the leader. By now, several of my subjects have died, and numbers are in the hundreds. My son came to me asking for help, but I can't give him what he needs! Please, your highness. I really need your help. I don't know why you haven't answered me yet. Maybe because you still have doubt that this is some plan. I promise you, this is really a plea for help, I swear it. I promise I'll change, just help me. I know you'd do what you could for your subjects, as I'm doing what I can for mine. These changlings are innocent and mean no harm. They only feed every now and again, but really can't anymore. I need you. We need you.
Sincerely...
Chrysalis
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A few hours later, a crackling, and a pop sound was heard just behind her, with a yellow flash. She quickly turned around on her bed, a rock rather, and saw a rolled up piece of paper, held together with a red ribbon. She gasped, in hesitating to open it. Using her magic to move it into her her hooves, she began to read,
Thursday, September 10th, 2015,
Dear Chrysalis,
After reading your letters, I'll be willing to help you in your current situation. But, if this is only a trick , I won't be hesitant to put you in your place.
Princess Celestia
It was rather blunt, and straight forward, but the fact she was willing to help made her the happiest mare in Equestria. She even squeed and giggled, which is something she'd never done before. She smiled, turning her gaze to her son who was currently on the brink of death. Despite being just a colt, he's somehow managed to survive much longer than most who dies just two or three short days of falling sick. He opened his big blue eyes, seeing his mother wearing a smile for the first time.
"Mommy. You're happy." He said weakly, with half lidded eyes.
"Yes, mommy is very happy." She said softly, scooping her son up into her forelegs. She shed a tear of joy that she'd get to see her son live another day. She gave a sigh of relief as she went off to write again.
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Thursday, September 10th, 2015
Dear Princess Celestia,
Thank you so much! This means so much to me! I hope we can set aside our differences, and forget my past wrongs. I truely am sorry. I only wished to care for my subjects, and I guess the power went to my head for wanting to take over Equestria. Please forgive me, your highness, for I am under your debt. Please be here soon.
Sincerely yours...
Chrysalis
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She sighed of relief, that things were finally going to get better. Although, she did feel rather strange to just be giving up her evil ways just like that. Deep inside she felt she wasn't evil, and felt she needed to make up for what she's done. She smiles slightly as she sends it away.
"Mommy...is she going to help us?" Asked little Nymphador, weakily, holding on to his last string of life.
"Help is on its way, my son." She said, in a soft tone, slightly rocking the changling back and forth.
Sadly, they were too late. An hour or so later, Celestia appeared in Chrysalis's room, seeing her holding something close to her as she cries. Still being suspicious, she slowly takes a step forward. Chrysalis doesn't take notice knowing Celestia was right there. Her son died just a few minutes ago. Why didn't she put him in the infirmary? She knew her subjects were just laying there, waiting to die, so she kept him with her instead.
"Chrysalis?" Celestia whispered to the mourning queen of changlings, taking another step closer, trying to make out what she's holding.
She looked up, tears running endlessly down both of her cheeks. "He's gone..." She replied sadly, showing Celestia her son's lifeless body. "My only child..."
Celestia didn't know what to think. She's standing before one of her enimies, who's now begging for help, and crying right in front of her. "I'm sorry..." Is all she could say. The intensity of the situation was more than her poker face emotions could handle. She suddenly felt remorse for the ex evil queen. She put a hoof on her shoulder. "At least he isn't sick anymore. He's in a better place."
"Its not your fault, Celestia. There was nothing I could do," Sighed Chrysalis, still holding her son. You'll never guess who his father was he never got to see."
"Thats not important right now. You need help."
"Than you." Chrysalis said softly, with a gentle smile, knowing things were finally going to get better. The emotional toll she's taken has been too much to bear, a king her need love. Not to feed off of, but to embrace. She gently placed her son on the bed, and threw herself into Celestia, hugging her tightly. "Please forgive me for my wrongs. I'm sorry." She moped, trying to direct her tears somewhere besides Celestia.
The last hint of doubt Celestia had for the changling queen had vanquished. She returned the hug, smiling slightly. "I forgive you."