//------------------------------// // I WILL TELL YOU HOW I FEEL!!!! // Story: Of Insects and Moons // by YJF //------------------------------// It was a quaint night in Canterlot, Luna's brilliant moon was shining, the stars gleamed. But for one pony, it was not so. "Horrible ingrates! After I fed them, cared for them and they banish me!" Queen Chrysalis grumbled, her cerulean mane matted down with dirt and grime. After the failed assault on Canterlot, Queen Miasma proposed her exile. Vain snobbish brat! Queen Lacera was correct, she was a brat. At first, Queen Myxine objected. Queen Chrysalis remembered that fateful evening. Flashback In flat plain near a mountain, laid a circular raised platform of stone. Fluorescent Moss dusted the ground, lighting it up. The tree’s that dot it creaked somewhat. The wind howled. Rain was common, pounding on the ground fiercely with thunder and lightning accompanying it. A collection of changelings, exceptional ones, were at the circular platform, each in their own unique throne. "You failed us, Chrysalis! We were supposed to have enough Love to feed us for centuries to come! YET YOU FAILED!" Miasma shouted, fiercely, before blushing at her outburst. Her tufts of purple hair falling in a mess as she snarled. Miasma was extremely vain and snobby, she tried way too much to seem regal, proud and collected when she wasn’t. She was hot-tempered, vain and selfish. "Hold your tongue, Miasma or I may just have to cut it out." Calliphora said, calmly. No surprise there, that Calliphora was defending Chrysalis. She always adored Chrysalis, acting as if she were a Goddess. Her two puffs of white hair elegantly curling, her red eyes humming. Calliphora is, unsettling. Even other changelings avoid her and her hive. Calliphora, when she talks is calm, collected and patient. She is very solemn and serious, most of the time. When in danger, or if her hive is, Calliphora becomes a vicious foe. "I'd like to see you try, Vampira!" Miasma retorted, as she flared her power, causing the docile Ambrosia to wake from her nap. Ambrosia was docile. With hair like honey, she was playful and curious. Despite her silliness, she would protect her hive without hesitation. "A vote?" Queen Myxine suggested, trying to defuse the situation. Myxine, Queen of the Hagfish Hive, was seafaring. Much like the Sirens of the deep Sea’s, her hair was stuck together, soft, silky, and like a fin. Queen Myxine herself was intimidating, she was fair, kind to some, but also stubborn and cruel to her enemies. Chrysalis just coldly watched this display of events. "Whom suggest Chrysalis be removed from all power?" Miasma asked, raising her hoof. "Who suggests Chrysalis remain in power?" Calliphora asked, raising her own hoof. Another hoof was raised, belonging to a withered and elderly Changeling; the long thought deceased Queen Lacera. Lacera was tyrannical. She would not hesitate to kill even a Nymph to assert her power. She was jealous, power-hungry and cruel. Her white-ish lilac hair strands fell around her. "You supposed to be dead!" Miasma hissed at seeing the sight of her mother. "Nope, I'm still alive you brat!" Lacera said to her daughter, her vote shocking Chrysalis. In older times, Lacera was a strong opposer of Chrysalis. "Ambrosia, you cannot abstain." Myxine said softly to her ally. Out of all the changelings queens, Ambrosia was the most vulnerable, and Myxine protected her. Unknown to all, Myxine thought of Ambrosia as a sibling, as she reminded Myxine of her deceased younger sister. She growled at the thought of her horrible father. ‘I couldn’t protect Pupa...I’ll protect Ambrosia!’ She thought sadly. "I don't know what I wanna do, Myxy...Chryssy is funny...Mia is rude. She woke me up and always calls me names." Ambrosia sniffed. "You sniveling whelp! Have you no shame, you selfish, pathetic, ugly excuse of a Changeling?!" Miasma roared at the docile changeling. ‘Such childish nature, why is she even a Queen?!” Miasma thought, angrily. "But Phora is funny. I like her eyelids...Laci scares me.." Ambrosia murmured, tears pricking her eyes, overwhelmed at the situation. "Answer the vote, you horrible excuse!" Miasma sneered, before a magical blast of energy hit her, from Myxine. "We come up with our own vote. Chrysalis be removed entirely and banished." Myxine said. Miasma paused, joining that vote instead. "Queen Ambrosia, you are the deciding factor as I am not allowed to participate in said vote." Chrysalis said, murmuring something about the dumb ditzy blonde choosing. "I choose...I choose..." Ambrosia sniffled at Chrysalis's hurtful words. "Former Queen Chrysalis of the Chrysalis Hive, you are hereby banished." Ambrosia declared. "What?! You sniveling worm! I saved you!" Chrysalis shouted. "You manipulated me!" Ambrosia shouted back. "We hereby exile you." Calliphora said softly, not wishing it had come to this. Her horn flared with white energy. Miasma grinned as her horn flared with a purple-lavender aura. Lacera's horn hummed with a whiteish lilac color. Myxine's horn flared with a small orb of blue on the secondary prong, as the first prong glowed with a bigger, blue aura. Finally, Ambrosia's golden honey aura enveloped her horn, as Chrysalis was banished. With an explosion, she was flung from the Meeting Grounds, banished and stripped of her power. And so Chrysalis lay, in Canterlot, broken, drunk and alone. She didn't even hear the flap of wings, as she wallowed in her self pity. "WHY ART THOU SADDENED?" A voice boomed. Chrysalis looked up to see a mare with a dark blue coat, blue, starry mane, ethereal. Like Celestia's, it was floaty and shifted, as if the actual stars were in it. She had two large wings and a horn. Chrysalis's eyes widened, as she recognized who it was. Princess Luna, Princess of the Moon and Night, formerly Nightmare Moon. Often mistaken for her cousin Queen Selene or Lady Artemis. She gulped. "Do you not know who I am?" Chrysalis questioned, somewhat offended at being so easily forgotten. She paused, falling over. "HATH I MET THOU BEFORE?" Luna asked, before coughing. "I mean, um, have I met you before?" She tried. Chrysalis was now deeply offended. "I am Queen Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings!" Seeing the blank face on Luna, she shrugged. "I'm sad because my," Chrysalis paused, thinking on how to explain it. "Family, disowned me for failing something that was very important. What are you doing out on the streets, Princess?" Chrysalis said smoothly, even though drunk. "I am also distressed. My sister was being rather rude..." Luna said, pouting. Chrysalis smiled. "What was she rude about?" She snickered softly. Luna sighed. "We got into an argument about which court, Day Court or Night Court, was more stressful and then she had proclaimed "Well while you were Nightmare Moon and imprisoned I had to juggle both so I win!" In an immature manner. She does not understand the level of guilt I feel for my actions." Chrysalis hummed. "Yes, that is quite rude." She noted. "Let's go tell your sister how you feel!" Chrysalis shouted with a grin. "Yes! Let us!" Luna shouted, before grabbing the intoxicated Chrysalis and flying to Canterlot Castle. Luna swung the doors open, startling Celestia. Following her was a bug like mare, as Celestia gasped, flaring her power. Luna snarled at her sister. "Don't touch Chryssi!" She boomed, flaring her own power. "She's, um, what was the word you used, Chryssi?" The changeling sighed. "I said that I was no longer a Queen and that I had been exiled. I'm on my one at this point." She said, shaking her head as her cerulean mane flopped around. The Princess of the Sun settled down, somewhat reluctantly. "So, Luna, what are you and, 'Chryssi' doing here?" She asked calmly. The Princess of the Moon grinned. "I'm here to tell you how I FEEL!!" She shouted, ending up using the Canterlot Royal Voice. "And Chryssi here will be with me." Chryssi nodded, leaning over to wrap a holed hoof around the other mare. "Yup." Was the insectoid response. Celestia could tell this would be a long night.