Chrysalis is unforgiving, cruel, and hard to like. How did she end up as the Queen of the Changelings? By doing what she's always done best: Surviving. Scheming. Fighting. Killing.
As I looked out over the field of clouds, I saw them... I saw them all... they were falling... and there was nothing I could do to save them... for they were already dead...
In a world where everypony's destiny is permanently emblazoned on their flank. Three young fillies seek the paths that belong to them. Little do they realize, the journey's destination is not always determined by the ones who walk it.
Queen Chrysalis searches for a means to fullfill her dreams of conquest and winds up discovering a magic mirror leading to a world that's simply perfect...
Changelings feed off the love of other creatures. They need it to survive--their actions shunned, they work in secret. But what happens when an eager young changeling takes on the life of a pony who has no love?
A new villain army attacks Equestria. Equestria gets destroyed. Ponies flee to Crystal Empire. All Empires unite with help from Mane 6. Everyone goes to war. Love, drama, action and adventure stuff happens too.
Having captured Zecora and the rebels, Queen Chrysalis brings her captured enemies back to Canterlot for punishment. Her own peculiar, twistedly comical brand of punishment.
when equestria found out about these strange creatures of imagination called the Changelings, how would humans cope with such a monstrosity when a couple of their own find themselves with them?
My name is Wasp. I am a new breed of Changeling with pony DNA. I'm an agent. I've been in the spy business for almost my entire life. Things were going smoothly, until my mare friend Octavia told some unexpected news.
Everypony who is anypony knows what happened at the Royal Canterlot Wedding. The story is simple, straightforward... and almost entirely incorrect - for when you're dealing with Changelings, it's wise not to take anything at face value.
Fallen from her throne, Chrysalis now bows and scrapes before pony commoners by day, and endured the moon's torture by night. Such is her burden. But the nightmares only grow worse. Perhaps they are something more sinister than Equestrian punishment.
There is nothing so precious as love; there's no other force is powerful enough to compel us to walk though Tartarus and back to obtain it. It may not be easy to hold onto but it's for damn sure worth every drop of blood spilled fighting f