Chrysalis wiped away her tears as she finished the final letter. She didn't know how many more she could cry before her eyes shriveled up. Taking a deep, shaking breath, she weakly sparked her magic and sent the letter to Celestia. She would leave tomorrow. She did not care what lengths she had to go to to save her subjects. They would live, no matter what.
Chrysalis shook her head out as she suddenly realized how tired she was. She turned away from the desk and headed for her bed. Another day, another two hundred and twenty-five dead changelings. She just prayed that rest would give her enough energy to make it to Equestria.
Then, out of nowhere, Chrysalis felt a flash of heat behind her, and a bright orange glow overtook the room for a split second. Before the light could even fully go away, Chrysalis spun around, looking for the orange flash.
She did not see one, but what she did see was an unfurled parchment on her desk that had not been there before.
Chrysalis's heart leapt into her throat. Could it be...? she thought, and slowly, tentatively, took a step toward the parchment. Her stomach knotted itself as she inched closer and closer to the parchment, until she felt ready to vomit. Eventually, though, she reached the strange paper, and, with bated breath, she gave it a closer look.
The thing did have the slightest bit of writing on it, but she couldn't read it. With her hoof violently shaking, Chrysalis grabbed the letter and pulled it closer to her eyes. Finally, Chrysalis looked down at the writing.
November 4, 2014
Dear Chrysalis,
Go away.
~Celestia