Title:           Diamond Dust and the Queen of the Changelings
Author:          Sylvaeria
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First Edit:      Sunday 16th of December 2012 09:19:07 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 16th of December 2012 09:19:07 PM CDT

Events factoring into this ending:
- Death of Boris
- Tono's transformation
- Saving the 3 foals
- Wells's original sacrifice
- The destruction of the Changeling Scientist's research
- The party's extensive detective work in Manehattan
- Chrysalis's death via a magical spell
 
        I was stunned. Physically. My body wouldn't move when I told it to. All I could do was stare up at what Chrysalis called "Flamedust." It was a thick cloud of red and green magic. Thicker than what I had seen before when my friends defeated her dragon. She had just come right back from that. Appeared from her dragon's very ashes. It was like she was connected to it, like I was with mine. Does that mean I'm like her..? No. It can't be.. I would never do the things she's done. I would never sacrifice my friends. I would never hurt the innocent. I would never go power-hungry. Like Casey.. And her sister. She thought Casey was a monster. But I've seen the real Casey. She'd protected me that entire time. Like I was her own daughter.. And I loved her for it. Love.. Isn't that what changelings feed off of? The magic in our emotions? What keeps us going?
 
        Emotionally, I was appalled. Frightened. Confused. Curious. What was stopping Chrysalis from ending us all right now? Casey and I. My friends. Just.. One fell swoop. She could burn us all up with ease. And yet... It looked like she was hesitating. She was unsure. Suddenly, it hit me. The dust.. It had no effect on any of us except me. My coat itched something fierce! Like I really was burning. But I stopped it with my power. Was I right..? Am I really the only one who can stop her like this? It would explain a lot.. Like why she hadn't attacked us yet. That had to be it. It had to be me to finally send her away. But.. Could I really do that to someone? Erase them from Equestria itself? She's bad. I'm.. good. I could do it. For Casey. For.. Boris. Even though I knew he was gone. I had to do it for everypony. My friends. My saviors. Protectors. I had to return the favor.
 
        I turned in Casey's arms and hugged her tightly. "If I don't make it.. I'm sorry. I love you. I'll tell Boris you said 'Hi'..." I wrestled out of her grip and wiped my eyes. This wasn't the time to be crying. No hesitating. No looking back. I swore as I looked up into the dust, it smiled back at me. I could hear malicious giggles in between the crackles and sizzles of the fire. Lowering my horn, I spoke softly. "You're evil, Chrysalis. You hurt my friends. Put them through worlds of trouble. Hurt them. Almost took them from me. Sucked the very life out of innocent, helpless foals. Leveled an entire city. Killed.. Forced one of my friends to kill another. You're a disgusting excuse for a pony. And I don't think you deserve a place in this world. Please.. Leave us."
 
        The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion.. They're actually the clearest recollections I have of my time in that cave. I mustered up every bit of magic I had left. Every ounce of love, kindness and courage that Casey and Boris showed me. Every bit of trouble they went through for me. Every memory I had of them. I took all of it.. and froze it. Chrysalis would very much try and feed on this. So I made them mine. I protected my memories like my friends protected me. I wrapped every last image in crystals and ice.. And handed them over. From the tip of my horn shone that familiar magical light, and what appeared was even more beautiful than I imagined. It was a perfect crystalline heart, containing every last moment I spent with my saviors. Even those I didn't see. Wells's sacrifice. Boris's death. And.. "Oh my.. Celestia..," was all I could force past my lips.
 
        A bloodied Celestia stood over the corpse of a griffon. One I recognized. I never saw much of him, but I could tell he was a noble warrior in life. Not far was the body of Boris, laying near what looked much like his blade stuck in the ground. From how the griffon's body looked, Celestia ended him quickly. After looking closer, I noticed why. Patches of his coat and feathers were blackened. He had begun growing a jagged horn from his head, and his feathered wings were falling apart, revealing thin insect-like wings. He was turning into a changeling. "Luna," Celestia spoke. "Bring him back to the castle, and deploy everypony you can to help clean up this mess. Every soldier. Every citizen. If they are loyal, then they will come. We will recover from this. And Chrysalis will pay dearly."
 
        Oh, how right she was. Within moments, Chrysalis knew what this was. She saw a motherlode of power, and reacted accordingly: by promptly devouring every last bit of it. The dust descended upon the crystal and ravaged it. Bore holes from one side, straight through to the other. Lit it ablaze. The sound was terrifying, like hooves scratching down a chalkboard. I stepped back. After a few moments, she was finished. The crystal was gone, along with my memories. My mind was completely blank. All I could do was watch. Watch as this fiery red and green dust ascended far above our heads and began to fall. But it was no longer Chrysalis. She was dealt with. These were my memories. My emotions. My happiness. My own little heart.
 
        Everything fell like snow. The particles were a pure white, now. The chill that had swept through the room reminded me of my winters back home. Every bit that fell upon my coat brought the memories rushing back. Casey's hugs on my back. Boris's strong words of encouragement on my head. Wells's crazy antics upon my nose. I looked up and stuck out my tongue with a wild smile. Chrysalis's powerful magic and Twilight's doubt sent sparks down my throat. Bitter. Blegh. My face twisted into one of disgust. As it all came rushing back, I turned to Casey. Her smiling face and open arms looking as welcome as ever. In a flash, I rushed into them and wrapped my hooves around her in another tight hug. "I did it, Casey.. She's gone! We can finally be together.."
 
        No. We couldn't. Not without Boris. It wouldn't be the same.. But he wouldn't want me sad like this. Would he? My heart told me I had to move on. And so I would. I would move on for the sake of my friends and continue protecting them! Protecting their memories and stories. I would start with Boris.. The story of a stalwart paladin, led by conviction, drink, and women. He would never die. He would continue to live on in all of our hearts. Especially mine. At this, my flank tingled. I couldn't help but look back and notice a new addition to my icy blue coat. A crystal heart cutie mark, much like the one now raining down upon us. That settled it. We would return to Canterlot so I could train and perfect my magic. And in turn, I would use it to guard these memories and stories. Those I had already experienced, and those to come...