Columbine can't seem to get a good night's rest. Will starting a dream journal help keep away the nightmares that haunt her sleeping hours, or will it reveal a problem much deeper than bad dreams?
As repentance for their actions, the entirety of the Changeling race now lay dead in an inhospitable badlands, their flame finally snuffed out. At least, that is what Celestia will have her nation believe.
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She comes to me at night, sometimes. I've never known why or how, but in time, I stopped questioning her. We have a silent union, and I didn't press for more. On one such lonely night, however, I get a bit bolder.
Chrysalis and Celestia do battle in Tartarus. Chrysalis struggles against Celestia's might, yet she keeps fighting, her anger fueling her burning hatred for Celestia and all the ponies of Equestria. She demands she gets what she desires.