IMPORTANT INFO:To understand this fanfic you need to know that Shining Armor and Candence do not exist, and that the Elements of Harmony are what blasted Chrysalis and her subjects out of Canterlot. The main reasons for this is because I just plain hate both of them, and that only the Element of Harmony could turn Queen Chrysalis into an Alicorn... Why do I hate them? Well... I never liked the idea of Twilight having an older brother or parents ( I prefer to see Princess Celestia as the motherly figure in Twilight's life) and if I get rid of Shining Armor then Cadence has to go as well (for some strange and unknown reason). So yeah, just deal with it.

Prologue

So you want to hear a story little one? Hmm... Very well, I will tell you a story. But this is no ordinary story, oh no, This is a story about a Queen who was the last of her kind. This is a story about a Queen who changed, and by default, survived. This is a story about a Queen who overcame her own insanity. This is a story about a Queen who, despite being surrounded by enemies she could not remember making, was able to find love in the most unlikely of places. This is a story about the most beautiful creature in existence. This is a story about the Queen of the Changelings, which, if I remember correctly, are the descendants of the cute little Flutterponies. This is a story about Queen Chrysalis...

I will try to keep any overy disturbing details out of the story but I cannot guarantee anything my dear child. You will however need to forgive me if I forget something dear child. My memory is not as good as it was when I was your age.

Black

It was all she could see, suffocating her with its cold embrace, and she could do nothing but look around for a way to escape.

"Chrysalis..."

She looked around, desperately searching for the place from which the voice was coming from.

"Time to wake up Chrysalis..."

"Who's Chrysalis?" She asked the voice.

"You are... And it's time for you to wake up..."

A blinding light suddenly surrounded her, and she closed her eyes tight as it washed over her.

She reopened her eyes once the light was gone, and immediately gasped in shock, not expecting the horrors that lay all around her.

Bodies littered the floor of what she assumed was a forest, bodies that greatly resembled her own. It didn't take long for her to realize the connection, and she broke down crying, holding her head in her hole filled hooves.

After what seemed like days, but was in reality was little more than three hours, she rose up off the forest floor and began walking in a random direction, not caring where it took her. Her eyes were empty and broken as she trudged through the blood of those that surrounded her.

It wasn't long before she came upon an exit to the forest, and her eyes began twitching as she suddenly felt the urge to sing a song which just so happened to pop into her head at that exact moment, probably because of that voice.

Listen.

No, no, stop. You're doing it wrong. You're only hearing. There is a difference between hearing and listening, an enormous difference.

So now, try again; listen.

No, don't listen to the birds. Their song, while sweet, is not what I would have you hear right now.

Neither should you pay heed to the sound of wind moving over the waters. Nor should you focus on the sound of grass under a certain Queen's hooves.

I am impressed that you hear that last, though. Most people cannot. And, to be honest, it is part of the song. Maybe a chorus.

But it's not what I want to you listen to.

What I would have you listen to is the sound behind the sounds. The melody behind the nature, under the wind and inside the earth and flowing from every living mare and stallion and foal...

The melody.

Now you hear it, I'm sure...the sweet song that sounds endlessly throughout the lands, the one that has been played since the days when Discord still stood tall and strong, from the time when equality still existed-noble and honorable royalty, chosen not by a mortal, but by whatever gods built this world.

Do you hear the words of the melody, though? No? Listen more closely. They're really not all that faint.

The voice sings of a promise, a covenant.

You know, surely, that the world, while beautiful, is still moving on. Things are still falling apart, and the center cannot hold forever. The ancient curse of the land has not yet been broken.

But this song promises one thing: that it can be broken.

Now listen. Listen carefully, and mark what you hear.

"This day has been just perfect

The kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small.

Every pony I'll soon control

Every stallion, mare and home.

Who says a girl can't really have it all?"

*Giggles*

See.

No, no, stop. You're doing it wrong. You're only looking. There is a difference between looking and seeing, an enormous difference.

So now, try again; see.

Yes, yes, that's right. You're starting to understand now.

See how the Queen walks? See how there is an odd look upon her face? She has been driven insane by the sight of her subjects torn and broken bodies.

See how the holes that litter her body are closing up? She is changing.

See how her wings, which once looked like the wings of a demon, have become much more akin to the wings of a delicate butterfly?

She is changing.

What she is changing into, however, is yet to be determined...