When what was left of my hivemates were herded towards our destination, we came into contact with many, many other types of changelings. We realized there was more to our kind than simply the haves and have nots. The diversity of the changeling race was and is astounding, leaving little doubt why our side of the world is dominated by our kind. We wept in silence as we left the deaths of our families in our wakes.
Princess Taalia took special interest in me. I was made to sleep with her at night. She treated my like her own, trying to coax me out of the trauma of my mother’s death. A far cry from the gentleness of Mother, Taalia showed she had little patience and a quick temper. Her idea of coaxing me was a quick zap of her magic or a swat of the hoof upon me.
“I am your mother. I am your father. I am your world. Accept it or die, little one,” were her words. Inevitably, I chose to live.
Taalia was a monster. She was cruel. She had her Ravagers, nourishing them with hate. That hate made me shake beneath my chitin. To the other changeling types we came across in our travels to her mother’s hive, she looked down upon them with disdain. She hated all other changelings, I learned. She hated my kind. We were not complete predators, she believed. Then why did she take me under her wing? Why did she want me? I asked her.
I was beaten for asking questions.
I was to be taken before the pinnacle of changeling power and presented as a prize before the two most powerful queens in all the world. They were spoken of in reverence and awe. For as the ponies had their princesses, changelings had the Twin Queens.
They might be as old or older than Celestia or Luna. I do not know. Back then, when Mother used to speak of them, she would offer an apology in the form of a quiet prayer as though to stave off their ire. Tappis and Tappaz were not queens to be trifled with, even with the simple utterances of their names. Even Taalia, in her fervent disregard for other changelings, held a spark of fear whenever they were mentioned.
Eventually, the remnants of my hive were dispersed and traded off to other hives with stronger queens. I saw none of them ever again. As I mentioned, there were other changelings out there, other types. I was categorized as a ‘medium type’ changeling. Taalia was eager to begin my instruction as to her deconstruction of the changeling sub races. All were inferior to her, save those who were purely predatory by nature. Even then were viewed with skepticism, derided through the belief tiger changelings were the apex changelings of the race.
Taalia was a tiger changeling. Her stripes matched those of the great cats of distant jungle lands. The open Savannah suited her fine. She preferred jungles.The tall grasses hid her Ravagers well, but on the same token, she preferred being under a vast canopy of leaves, the shadows, and the darkness of the forest floor. Open skies made the princess nervous. I caught her glancing up into the sky more often as we traveled.
Tiger changelings are one of the few changeling sub races who do not have large hives or colonies. They move around in small family groups or, as in Taalia’s case, alone with her pack of savage semi-intelligent monsters who did her bidding. Other changeling queens came, or representatives of queens, and bought my hive out one nymph at a time or in bunches.
I saw my first lion changeling. It was a male. He was huge. Taalia was wary of him. Lion changelings were notoriously territorial and the only ones where the males could stand on par with a female in terms of size and strength. The lion changeling preferred claws and carried massive jaws filled with sharp teeth. Their wings were like those of a dragon’s and their massive horns were built for impaling. The edges of their chitin were razor sharp when they chose them to be. Their tails ended in jagged whips. The muscles in those tails could generate enough force to slice a hapless victim in half.
How do I know this, my dear, sweet Atalanta?
A young princess, perhaps on her first journey from her hive, got into an argument with this leonine male over who was going to purchase a group of nymphs. The short tempered monster decided he had enough of her shrill voice, spun around on his hind legs and brought his tail to bear. The princess became two halves of one princess, living long enough to see her bottom half was no longer a part of her. She screamed...or tried to...before first shock, then death overcame her.
The lion offered her remains to the tigress. They feasted together while I and the other slaves looked on in horror. As they ate, Taalia looked at me and grinned a bloody smile at me. Gobbets of flesh hung from her mouth and fangs. She offered me some. I vomited. She laughed at me and resumed her feast.
Then, the lion and the tiger mated before the eyes of any who happened to glance. They struck a bargain. He got the remaining nymphs of my hive. We went our separate ways. Taalia gathered me up and commanded her Ravagers to follow. We went north.
My world was utterly shattered. What kindness I once experienced was in the past. Tears meant nothing and brought only pain. I was not to feel sorrow or pity. I was only to become mighty and powerful; a weapon of stealth and treachery. Taalia repeated this mantra over and over. Her cruel tutelage included depriving me of sleep, giving me little food and water. She wanted to see what I was made of, to see if my survival instincts were of any use to her. My fortitude mattered. My mind mattered. My potential mattered.
“I will one day be hunted and killed. I need to prepare you to take my place one day,” she once told me under a starry night. “I have no delusions I will live as long as the Twin Queens. Nor do I harbor thoughts of exceeding their power. But I will leave my mark upon this world, Chrysalis. My mark will be through how you are molded, how I will create you into my deadly image. You will, in turn, pass this to your daughters and they in turn upon their daughters. Thus will I live forever.”
Before she could do any of these things, there was one place we had to go. Princess Taalia had to present me before the Twin Topaz Queens. I was to be recognized as the daughter to the Tigress. My past would be expunged from my memory and I would know nothing of my old life as though it had never been.
The prospect terrified me.
The Queen looked up from her work and over the sparse stationary not cluttering her desk. She liked having a cluttered desk. It meant things were being done. It gave her a sense accomplishments were in the works. Irked and irritated, she sighed before sipping a cup of cold coffee. It had been hours since the dream had her waking up, breathing heavily with her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Most of it had faded, but the Queen looked in on Atalanta just to be sure.
Even though she was satisfied her daughter could not possibly have the capacity to speak, her mind still raged with old fears and new ones. Why was Luna observing? That much was made clear. Chrysalis wondered if there was a way to block the alicorn from invading her dreams, even if the Princess of Dreams could do little more than play a bit part in them. What was Luna doing, anyway? The Queen lifted her tired eyes towards the door and snorted derisively.
“I do believe I will fire my counsel,” she muttered as the quill was set aside. The candle flickered, having never burnt out since it was given to her. Of course it would have a magic enchantment. Chrysalis imagined Celestia no doubt used the single flame to look in on her, to see what the pesky little queen was doing!
No matter. Very little Chrysalis did went unobserved. She was confident she could make out the runes and wards throughout the walls of her accommodations, despite the restraining ring on her horn. She gently blew on the paper of the last page she had written. The stack of writing was growing. Many hours had been poured into them since she decided to write for her daughter everything she could remember about her life. So much of it was a blur.
Taalia could not have followed her halfway around the world. It would have taken her too far from her mother as well as support. Taalia was a huntress, a tracker. She was not an explorer. She was territorial. Had she angered the tigress so much as to provoke her into following? If so, how did she know Chrysalis was on the other side of the world?
Such questions already had answers. Ravagers had been spotted. Everything had been rushed. Whispers of a threat wormed their way into Canterlot’s military circles and eventually to the ears of Princess Celestia. It was kept vague; a threat aimed at Equestria’s capital. Chrysalis tried to keep it vague. Revelation of Taalia and her Ravagers would have led to panic, disrupting the Queen’s plans and forcing her to ground again. Point the Equestrian military in the direction she thought Taalia might come. Perhaps hope she would give pause before entering Equestrian territory.
Ravagers unleashed in Canterlot?
Even Chrysalis would not wish such a fate on the ponies. Chrysalis knew the embodiment of horror. She knew it far too well. She would be damned before letting that horror come across her changelings and especially her daughter! Even the Equestrians deserved to know what Taalia was capable of. The tiger changeling was remorseless, ruthless, and fed on fear as easily as if it were love.
And fear was a path to hate. Hate made monsters.
Like Ravagers.
So close! She had come so close! Had Canterlot fallen, then Chrysalis would have had a base of power from which to consolidate and turn the tables on the huntress and her menagerie of horrors. There would have been enough empowered love in her soldiers to finally turn on the Tiger Queen. But, everything had gone horribly wrong and the might of her military had been shredded to almost nothing. All that was left of her soldiers were guarding the rest of the hive.
Sorrow and bitterness filled her heart. Such a waste! Such loss! The cusp of victory was there, in her hooves! Everything had gone right! Better than she could have dared hope! It was as though a horribly written story had unfolded before her eyes, when that pink bubble of doom cast her and her army out. Someone beyond the cosmos and in the realm of the Gods had deemed her struggle worthy of a vast, soul-shattering joke in the form of taking everything from her in the form of one Twilight Sparkle.
Oh, my, the bitterness was still there. No hate, Chrysalis surprised herself as she looked inwards reflectively. The circumstances were too ridiculous to believe anything other than Divine Intervention had played some hoof in guiding the unicorn, the Queen was certain. Something odd about that mare struck Chrysalis with the belief great things would follow her. Perhaps it was destiny? Something preordained? Though Chrysalis never considered herself a mare of superstition, she was aware there were forces at play far greater than anything she could even dream of.
Atalanta squirmed against her side, breaking her mother’s thinking. With a smile, she craned her neck and bent down, giving a gentle nudge to the little sleeping form. A tongue flicked out and kissed a chubby cheek. Already the legs were getting too long for their chitin. Atalanta was growing more and more uncomfortable every day as she was outgrowing her skin. Already she was nearly twice the size she had been when she first hatched. Her white skin was going gray. The tips of her hooves were charcoal black. Wing buds were starting to show. Hints of a mane and a suggestion of a tail were becoming apparent. The Queen heaved a great sigh, rolling the hatchling in the process. The chubby hatchling, fat from her mother’s love, rolled away in the inhale, then rolled back to its original position on the exhale. Her own body was adapting to meet the needs of her child. Chrysalis was growing teats.
Chrysalis giggled. “I love you,” she told Atalanta.
Atalanta kept right on sleeping, kicking one little leg reflexively in the air.
“I miss my changelings,” she went on with a sad sigh. “I hope the nymphs are safe. There are so many orphans now. I made a mistake and I am paying for it. They are paying for it.” Chrysalis kept her voice low, as if only her daughter could hear here. It would not do to speak so loudly with walls that had ears. “I did the right thing. I know I did the right thing. I just wish—”
The Queen interrupted herself with sudden anger at herself for her self pity. She snorted, tossing her mane and snapping at the air with her jaws. Atalanta squirmed, sensing her mother’s ire and frustration. She opened her eyes. They were already clouding over as her own moulting drew nearer. And uncomfortable grunt confirmed what was obvious.
“Soon, my dear. Soon the confinement will end and you’ll have a new shell to grow into,” she cooed. “Then your learning will begin. Your mind will be able to think beyond simple instinctive needs. You will take your first steps. You will say your first words. You will begin to look like your mother.” Chrysalis held up a holed foreleg and frowned sadly. “I had hoped, no, still hope to end the Curse.” The impossible dream.
There was a knock at the door.
The Queen huffed, rising to her hooves carefully while keeping her daughter as undisturbed as possible. A squeak of protest came anyways as the hatchling’s source of heat was leaving her with nothing more than thick, soft blankets to nestle in. Life was simply not fair.
It was probably the morning cleaning maids, along with her breakfast. Chrysalis supposed it was close enough for the night to give way to the day. She needed sleep. The nightmare was not cooperating with her. Stupid dreams. Stupid ponies. Stupid princesses of dreams. It was aggravating. Chrysalis thought these things as she moved into the circle and waited, tapping an impatient back hoof as she stood.
As per usual, the door opened and in was pushed a cart and the three maids who always came in to clean. There was also Nightstorm, always the first guard she would greet every morning. Chrysalis knew they would not approach Atalanta. There was an unspoken agreement the hatchling was not to be approached. If the bed needed to be made or the sheets changed, the Queen was politely asked to take up her daughter. If there was any moment where Chrysalis cooperated, it was when the maids cleaned her room.
She hated a pigsty.
“Good morning, Queen Chrysalis,” greeted the lunar pegasus politely. What else were they called? Thestrals! Chrysalis gave him a curt but polite nod in return. “Princess Luna will be arriving shortly and asks respectfully if you would agree to having breakfast with her.”
“Very well. I will agree. When is my hearing?”
“The schedule has you meeting the princesses at noon today, your Majesty.”
The maids went about their business, having learned long ago to not look the Queen in the eye. Something about her harlequin eyes made them shudder. Chrysalis remembered fondly the first maid weeks ago who had locked eyes and was last seen screaming bloody terror down the hallways. It was priceless. The howling laughter of the changeling haunted the hallways. Chrysalis wondered if she helped give some ponies nightmares. Part of her wondered if her current nightmares were a sort of payback.
The Queen was a bitch and loved being one.
She was also quite intelligent. Sensible, not so much. However, as the weeks had passed on, Chrysalis was already aware she was running out of time. Her changelings were running out of time. Pride was proving to be working against her. It seared her soul to know her hive was in danger. It had to end. Battling her instincts along with common sense was far more difficult to come to grips with than the Queen would have liked to admit. Sensibility was beginning to worm its way into her mind. Chrysalis was beginning to think she had been acting the fool.
“Very well. When should I be ready to meet Princess Luna? There are some things I wish to go over with her.”
Nightstorm tilted his head to one side. “I can let you know when she arrives. It should not be too long. Within the hour.”
“Very good. Ladies,” Chrysalis flicked her tail. “I am low on stationary for my desk. Ink. Spare quills. Paper. Coffee. Everything else. Check and fill, if you would be so kind.” Her smile was genuine. The common ponies were simply doing their duties and these mares seemed to take their job seriously, if their attentiveness to her words were any indication. She ignored the sound of knocking knees. Fear happened when it came to ponies interacting with changeling war criminals who also happened to be powerful royalty.
“O-o-of course, Queen Chrysalis,” stammered one of the mares through a nervous smile reeking of fear. She was a brave one! “May I change the sheets and make the bed?” A hard swallow followed.
“Nightstorm?” Chrysalis quirked an eyebrow at the guard.
He flicked an ear towards the door. It had already closed, but there was a small portal where another guard was peering in. There was a nod between the two. The runes around Chrysalis’ hooves faded and she went to scoop up Atalanta. Then, she went back to her circle, offering a patient faux smile. Patience… always the patience. Her eyes did not betray the annoyance. Atalanta squirmed, pressing herself against her mother’s warm belly as she was placed between the Queen’s legs.
The mares spoke quietly amongst themselves, working and cleaning. Chrysalis ignored them, instead staring at the massive lunar pegasus. She admired his professionalism. Closing her eyes, she concentrated, looking as though she were lost in thought.
When she next opened her eyes, she could see herself from a much different point of view. Inwardly, she smiled.
Patience...
Jesus, Taalia sure is one psychotic bitch. Then again, that seems to be a theme here when it comes to changelings in position of great power. After that bit of backstory, I find myself hoping that Chrysalis begins to cooperate with the ponies- as long as they continue to treat her with dignity at least. I need more!
I'm enjoying this story much more than I thought I would from the description.
Some minor typos in this chapter and also:
That escalated quickly. I mean, that really got out of hand fast.
// Sphex
Stay strong Chryssy. I'm rooting for you.
Considering chrysalis only won via luck against celestia, and her chagnelings stood no chance against ponies when they were not ambushed, i have doubts of how powerful this Taalia is.
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I dunno, considering Taalia and this lion king changeling friggin' ATE one of their own, I have to assume that even if whatever imminent attack they have planned fails, they could carry out untold atrocities on Equestria before they're defeated. That and apparently Taalia and her brood are supposed to be stronger than Chrysalis and her own.
6523969 changelings are not very strong to begin with. Even if they are more aggressive and violent, they cannot change that their abilities are limited to shape-changing and deception. Meaning they do not have weather manipulation nor the endurance, durability, and strength of earth ponies. And considering their nature, their magic is far less practiced and refined compared to what equestrian unicorns posses.
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Is that view of their traits canon with this story's universe? Legit asking, because I don't remember. If so, you might have a point. Still though, I'm pretty sure they could enslave/kill/torture a fair amount of ponies if not taken care of soon enough. That scene in this chapter is kinda sticking with me.
I wonder what Luna's going to say when Chrysalis openly fires her as council...
6524185 i do think that most ponies are capable of defending themselves. how else do they survive in what could easily be classified as a death world? XP
Not saying they wouldn't be a threat, but saying that open conflict would ultimately end disastrously. and if they do horrible, cruel things, that will only throw fuel on the fire with the ponies.
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Well, I don't think the ponies would simply get rolled over. But I suppose I'm attributing a predator/prey relationship to the situation, even though both sides are sapient. In that relationship, the prey doesn't always lose, but the predators do often win, you know? That's why I feel like the changelings, particularly these clearly more barbarous changelings, are a pretty substantial threat.
didn't see that one coming, would be a nice twist later on
Very awesome wrok well done, nice job on this dude! :D
Maaaan, the more I hear about Crissy's backstory, the sadder I get Dx
Nice job!
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Obvious changeling that allow their base instinct to control their behavior. Hence why they are so cruel & vicious.
As it seems, if Chrysalis' plan have succeeded taking over Canterlot, its obvious she would probably acquired the power to control both celestial orbs, she became quite powerful by Shining Armor's love to defeat Celestia. Then she would have powered her Changeling soldiers & no doubt either convince, coerce, or hypnotize Equestria's soldiers to join ranks with her Changeling army to fight off Taalia & possibly these Twin Queens that may see Chrysalis & her newly acquired power as a threat to their rule. using the pegasi & their power to control the weather, & the unicorns with their powerful magic to her advantage.
Her up bringing at the hooves of the tiger princess, is what made Chrysalis paranoid, distrustful, & arrogant. Despite all that, she is not a cruel mare, obviously the attempt to wipe her mind failed. She still remember her loving caring mother.
So in my opinion, she would probably be harsh to the ponies to enforce her rules, but not cruel. She will need the ponies to power her race & no doubt need every able bodied pony for any conflict with the other Changeling hives.
Hopefully she will see reason, grudgingly help the princess to the upcoming storm. But no doubt she will seek some payback on Twilight Sparkle, she will not forgive her for foiling her plans.
YEAH TWO STEPS FROM HELL!
6523952 I regret nothing!
Feel free to PM me typos you spot. I rushed publishing after my regular editors only got a few moments to look it over. I'm always excited when I'm about to post a new chapter.
Is it odd that I can see how she can bend and break the little loopholed nature of the geas here? All she need do is ask a question, or perhaps state a music statement that is both answer and is not. It merely seeks to compel against a viewpoint. With a changed viewpoint on what is an answer, you satisfy the catch of this magic. little things "How were you able to infiltrate the guards and get to Princess Cadence?" a simple "Planning" works.
However, in celestia doing this, she fully burned any progress made by luna. For someone so raised with paranoia and fear, this is not something you will get anything out of. Mama bear response or not, if they do try to use the threat against her youngling, she may take the lesser evil here. Horrible, but well, better a dead child than letting your enemies use them against you. Ultimately, they've push her into the corner, and they are in the way.
While the trio are indeed seeking a matter of very underhanded mind games against her former majesty. The good, the bad, and the sympathetic. Now, it doesn't matter what luna has done. Not really, with celestia simply removing free will, by her own words, shattered anything she made progress wise.
6526037 When one's subjects are threatened, a ruler will do whatever it takes to ensure their safety. Even when their target is fully aware of what they're trying to do.
6526090 and what makes this lamentable. How far will one go to secure liberty and freedom at the going price?
Ultimately, celestia will do what she has to, and either bury or live with it. Maybe, just maybe the queen can ensure a very pyrrhic victory. Time will tell, ultimately. Celestia has her kingdom, and chrysalis her child. Is one more precious to other? Quite so, but let the heads roll. In the end, if celestia follows this path, she will have neither her subjects nor answers. Wisdom should have long taught this.
You can't argue with a predator, you can't easily run from them either. You either kill a predator, or cripple it. But eh, whats the saying franklin used? "Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety."
Choose well.
Good chapter i hope chrissy gets out with her pride
6526138 Exactly. The same thing applies to dragons, who are mostly solitary (in my mind).
6527027 Haha, a dragon deals not in the here and now, but with time more than any other race. They seek that which was old when such was new. The history and the weight of time with the rare, the unique. To know that they may find something of times lost echo, and treasure its value not of material wealth. But the time spent upon its majesty.
An immortals outlook, yet an immortal of one, not of the kind.
6524121 There are several varieties of changelings in this universe. True, most are as you say weaker than the average pony 1v1, but there are castes and specially bred changelings mostly designed to defend themselves against other, larger and more predatory changelings.
Ravagers, as readers will soon discover, are monsters even by changeling standards.
I've got in my mind a diverse changeling culture where they have their own rules and society. I hope to reveal more of it little by little as I release the chapters. I also hope to do it in a way that is relevant to Chrysalis' current dealings.
As to your question as to how powerful Taalia is: It depends on how much fear she can cause.
6529629 that is why ponies like Applejack, twilight, rainbow dash, and maud pie exists.
6529635 Yes.
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know?
You mentioned music in your author's notes, I heard no music, nor any links thereof.
I suppose there is logic in that. But is tiger changelings are so superior, why not have a child of her own? Hmmmm, maybe she tried but the hatchling died from all the hate she surrounds herself with.
That magic would be terrifying, though after it has been done, joys and happiness under Taalia.
So some are still alive? It was questionable before.
Though was it really that close? Luna was gone, Chrysalis was questioning how she beat Celestia at the wedding, it all could have been a ploy depending on how Celestia is played.
I wonder what color Atalanta's eyes are; they are her father's.
Hmm, so these 'Ravagers' are essentially other species of changeling...
So...
How long has it been since the Invasion? Did Atalanta hatch, or as a hybrid was she born? Just how long is a changeling pregnancy/egg phase???
I have no patience for Celestia
I like your representation of changelings. Just like ponies have unicorns, pegasi and earth ponies, changelings have different tribes too, lion-like and tiger-like changelings being the instances.
This reminds me of my oc and it had got me laughing for a good five minutes