Wrote this after getting inspiration from a contest to write a fic that involves Chrysalis being happy and remembering an old deviantart comic. I'm sure someone else has likely written about this same thing, but here's my spin on it.

Dust rolled over the wastelands as Celestia’s charge hung high in the sky. The landscape was a fiery red, to match the heat that bore down upon it, and barren of all flora, except the occasional tumbleweed that would roll by after a warm gust of wind. It was a mountainous terrain, filled with valleys and plateaus. It was serene, it was peaceful, but most importantly, it was away from any of those disgusting ponies.

This desert was known far and wide as the Changeling Wastelands, but to Chrysalis, it was known only as Home.