This is a greentext fan fic.
Warning: Very violent. Continue at own risk.
Also relates to this one to an extent. https://pastebin.com/KfUBwBb2
 
>Chrysalis remembers Starlight Glimmer's face.
>It makes her fanged teeth grit whenever she sees anything that reminds her.
>She holds her spear high as the Yaks on the other side of the river taunt them.
>Her massive legions dwarfing the amount of the Yaks about 5 to 1.
>They know how impossible it is for one person to swim across.
>So do the changelings.
>Trees are cut down by battle axe.
>Rafts are made.
>Rafts strong enough to keep elephants afloat.
>The Yakmen watch in horror.
>They know they need to run.
>Or else they will meet nothing but doom.
>Hundreds of changeling warriors on a raft.
>Eerily floating across.
>Yakmen scattering like flies.
>Catching a few eager arrows in the back or the back of the head that couldn't be held back.
>The first of the blood is being spilt.
>It will be nothing compared to what the Equestrians will have to offer.
>On the other side of the river, the changelings march, and march, and march.
>They knew the mountains would be there.
>They march still.
>Through the impossible lands.
>Through the cold biting their faces.
>Biting their fingers.
>Biting their toes.
>The stray Yak scout biting the snow before biting a blade after making a wrong turn.
>The armies of Chrysalis biting the challenge as they remember Starlight.
>Wanting to destroy everything about everyone she loves.
>They venture forth.
>Green land is soon to be seen.
>An equestrian scout flees with word to deliver.
>Chrysalis is already prepared.
>She wickedly grins as she awaits.
>Wickedly waves her hands at her troops the next day when a small Canterlotian force is on the patrol for them.
>Underestimation is the downfall of the Canterlotians.
>The Canterlotians defend their side of Equestria, staying close together in their traditional formation.
>Expecting to win like they always do.
>Suddenly attacked on both flanks.
>They scream in terror, looking both ways with their weapons confused as to where to point first.
>Their shields useless.
>Attempting to push out their normal methods and formation.
>Attacking with the least experienced fighters first.
>They will need all the luck they can get.
>But even these naïve warriors with no knowledge of the horrors of war yet feel the intimidation.
>Then they feel the crushing weight of the elephants' feet.
>Flattening them inside their armor.
>Flattening the armor.
>chrysalis orders a charge.
>Cavalry persist, cutting through the first wave without breaking a sweat.
>The more experienced Canterlotian fighters in the back were supposed to be further away.
>Until they were ready to fight a tired enemy.
>All ranks, all classes of the Canterlotians are facing the brunt of the changelings at once.
>No tradition works here.
>Chrysalis is not here to test them.
>She is here to take everything from them.
>Her spite will know no bounds.
>The most experienced of the Canterlotians ranks fall victim to fear, some dropping their weapons.
>Tripping over them and slashing their own feet as they try to run, trying to leave their honor behind to escape doom.
>But doom catches them.
>They catch iron everywhere in their bodies.
>Limbs go flying.
>Eyes sometimes permanently shut, sometimes permanently open.
>However it happens when the lights leave them.
>...
>Lives end.
>Families are broken.
>Chrysalis doesn't even allow for anyone to come and clean up the mess she made.
>Sends her ranks unto anyone who dares.
>Mercy is for those who don't have a grudge.
>Canterlot shakes upon hearing the news.
>They were supposed to win.
>What happened?
>They're getting ready to hear back from many of the towns for rallying purposes when they barely hear back from half of them.
>Town after town is falling.
>Surrendering their loyalty.
>Surrendering it to the queen.
>Celestia and Luna are immediately notified.
>They remember the heretical ways the Changelings live.
>What they do over there.
>How they swore to never let them into the Canterlotian territory.
>How they built up defenses wherever needed.
>And they never thought to guard the mountains.
>No one was supposed to be able to march through there.
>Now their men lie dead in the countryside.
>It's not long before they send the biggest army they can to confront Chrysalis.
>The soldiers shake in their boots, kissing their families goodbye.
>Beyond ready to carry out their duty.
>For holiness.
>For the greater good.
>...
>The Battle of Canntae is on the way.
>The Canterlotians know full well that this could be their last hope.
>Chrysalis meets them in formation.
>She positions her troops to outflank them.
>Before the Canterlotians can adequately react, Chrysalis sends her cavalry on without warning.
>She's gotten too confident to hold herself back.
>But her surrounding the Canterlotians pay off hand-in-hand with her being so quick to act.
>It is a shameful moment for Canterlot.
>Their entire force is defeated in what feels like one clean sweep.
>Surrounding towns are falling, their military is drained dry.
>Morale is at an all time low.
>This is the reason why Celestia's hair turns orange.
>She stands up from her throne with tightly clenched fists.
>Filthy barbarians, fowl creatures, have taken hold of their lands.
>...
>Chrysalis parades her changeling troops up and down the lands.
>Prompting the towns to surrender.
>Telling them they are not truly loyal.
>Trying to persuade them.
>With promises of impure favors.
>The most loyal, only the holiest resist.
>They stay true to their roots.
>What they stand for.
>They do not stray from the way.
>They remain good spirited, hard working citizens of the republic.
>Values wholesome.
>Their arms and legs strong with might.
>Hearts strong with pride.
>Faith in themselves.
>Faith in Celestia and Luna.
>Stay true to the way of chastity and cleanliness, for that way is destined to prevail in the end.
>Celestia has had enough.
>No longer will she accept anything that looks like a potential threat to the republic.
>She's past her last straw.
>They went through the trouble to break through the northern mountains.
>To spread their impurity.
>To spread their incestuous, underworldly ways.
>Of impure rituals of the flesh.
>Impure rituals of the body.
>Creating dirty, lost souls.
>The very existence of this brings a tear of agonizing rage to Celestia's eye.
>Her hair catches ablaze as she calls forth to any remaining citizen of the heavens above.
>The defenders of the goddesses and the word of the goddesses.
>Thou shalt not sin.
>Thou shalt cleanse the world of the sinners.
>And bring forth peace, prosperity and chastity to all who obediently follow.
>To rid the earth of these changelings and their unholy breeding rituals.
>Only the holy can put a stop to them.
>Celestia gears un in her armor, grabs her large sword.
>Sets her gaze upon the Changelinginian capitol across the sea.
>Fire in that gaze.
>Fire in her heart.
>Everlasting fury within the deepest corners of her soul.
>She gathers her troops and sets sail for the heart of the enemy's dominion.
>They are doomed.
~
>Celestia and the holy warriors of the light land upon the beach.
>Met with a large force of Changelinginian factions.
>They spread their ranks out to intimidate.
>The sun princess is not fazed.
>The sun goddess lets out a thundering war cry with her sword raised in the open air.
>No more shall the impure rule these lands.
>No more shall the unholy corrupt the innocent.
>Goddess has arrived.
>The holy cavalry charge with impermeable bravery.
>Turning the land holy with every hoof fall.
>Covering ground as they claim it each step of the way.
>This land will be freed and made holy.
>The first wave of Changelinginians are not afraid until they meet the points if the lances and swords face to face.
>Iron swiped by their faces, uprooting their teeth and slicing their eyes as the sword tips run across their skin.
>Opening the skin to let the blood come gushing out.
>Rid the unworthy of their lives.
>Take all of the blood away from their darkened hearts.
>Lances pierce through ribcages with cracking, ripping and tearing sounds.
>Lungs shredded, lips part to choke out unholy blood.
>Those who fall to the ground are trampled to a pulp by hooves.
>Celestia lets out another war cry as she herself charges.
>Her holy sword of the light catching fire.
>Shining at the enemy with a bright cross.
>Blinding them.
>The first elephant is let loose.
>Princess Celestia charges straight at it, leaping off of the ground and ramming her sword into its forehead.
>The tough skin breaks with a leathery rip.
>The elephant wails in agony before the sound of the sword penetrating the bone frightens in upon its death.
>The elephant topples over an a rushed panic, high pitched blared overtaking it's sturdiness.
>It lands on a few of the Changelinginians.
>Crushing their bones and smashing their souls.
>Sending them to the depths of the underworld where they always belonged.
>Crimson blood saturates itself into the sand.
>Arrows are fired.
>Swords against armor, spears against helmets...
>The struggle of men and monsters.
>Anguished screams of the dying.
>Silence of the dead.
>Celestia cries out in rage as she watches one holy warrior fall to an axe to the ribs.
>His face terrified, tears filling his eyes before the roll up and become lifeless.
>He suffered dying a noble death.
>>Celestia stomps over to the Changelinginian who slew him and raises her sword.
>The barbarian swipes his axe but fails to pierce Celestia's thick armor.
>She bears the sword down upon his head form her height.
>His neck made into an accordion of flesh, his skull split in two.
>Upper lip separated from itself from the blade.
>His blood spills onto his comrade.
>The other Changelinginian stares up at the wrathful goddess and grows wary of what towers before him.
>He backs away into his friends who push him forward before fending off against a holy warrior.
>Celestia raises her sword and strikes, misses, but strikes again.
>Attempting to dice the pig of a man apart.
>She gets his leg.
>He falls over with only one foot to stand on.
>Blood shoots out of his thigh, his scream rips through the air.
>Celestia's blade rips through his chest armor and pulverizes his ribs.
>Pulverizes his heart.
>Even his eyes bleed.
>Celestia stomps on him, swiping her sword at another barbarian.
>They back away, one soling himself.
>Disgusted at their animal-like nature, Celestia advances.
>Continuing as she was.
>...
>Many paces away, the archers of the holy army move their rank forward.
>Guarded on the side by slingers and javelin throwers.
>They see the approaching elephant, doing what they can to kill it before it reaches them.
>Move out of the way on either side as the Changelinginian atop the elephant hurdles arrows of his own at them.
>One archer takes an arrow in his eye.
>His head is thrown back from the blow, the back of his hair raised in a mound that fractures as the arrow goes all the way through.
>His other eye leaks with a single tear before he drops to the ground lifeless.
>His soul is sent to heaven.
>Having fought well for the republic.
>...
>The scorching hot sun bakes the sand below.
>Boils the blood on it.
>Screams echo, echo, and echo still.
>Iron clangs against iron.
>Blood and guts are sent flying with limbs and even severed heads.
>The numbers of the barbarian horde deplete.
>At the cost of another holy warrior every minute or so.
>Every holy warrior that has fallen is one too much.
>At the filthy hands of a barbarian.
>At the filthy bottom of an elephant's foot.
>Their decorated armor soiled by such impurity.
>But their blood was not spilt in vain.
>The Changelinginians fall back after losing their morale, their dignity and their commander.
>Crying out for their queen to come back from Canterlot and come save them.
>They don't get a queen.
>They get a goddess.
>Looming over them with fire in her eyes as bright as the sun itself.
>Fire shooting off of her sword that spreads to them.
>Celestia uses all her strength to hack the surrendering barbarians apart.
>These foul degenerates do not deserve to be imprisoned.
>They chose to live by the shaft, so they die by the flaming sword.
>Celestia gloriously cleanses the land of their life.
>Turning the sand red.
>Chasing after all enemies who run.
>Her brave, noble warriors proudly by her side as they cheer.
>The blade of her sword catching fire even more.
>Slips through flesh more easily.
>Cooking the Changelinginians like a hunted prey as she hacks away at them.
>They beg on their knees.
>The very thing Celestia want to be the last thing they do.
>They will not get away with wasting the great lives of the chaste.
>They sent her holy warriors to heaven.
>Not it's her turn to send their wicked souls to hell.
>And Celestia delivers again and again and again.
>Making them cry for their queen, cry for their families, cry for their life, cry for their slain brethren.
>They are silenced, their blood oozing out of charred wounds.
>Out of charred open ends of severed limbs.
>The light they never deserved leaving the eyes of their seared heads.
>Some of them had their hair catch ablaze.
>Some of them catch fire while still alive.
>Falling to their knees to pray for the pain to end after the flames weaken them.
>Cleansing their filth from the world.
>No barbarian is spared.
>Celestia's holy forces wipe out wave after wave of Changelinginians.
>With mighty, undying morale.
>The capitol is nearby.
>Celestia is not even tired, neither are her warriors.
>A siege is had as Canterlot hears the news.
>The towns that had turned coat revive their loyalty with great apology.
>Now knowing the way.
>Now having seen the light.
>They shortly send reinforcements across the sea as the siege intensifies.
>Chrysalis's army, now exhausted from marching around waiting for Canterlot to be persuaded into surrender, first tries to siege Canterlot.
>But all of the hard work from the benevolent, strong and heaven bound citizens have made the walls too strong to penetrate.
>Chrysalis's own city walls are nothing compared to these.
>And it shows in how they fail to hold up against Celestia's quickly made siege weapons.
>The holy warriors used the resources of the lands better than the changelings ever thought to.
>They never worked on building up a strong wall... they were too busy in their hive.
>Breeding and participating in unholy rituals.
>Obsessed with eachother's flesh, never working.
>The goddesses never favored them as a result.
>And their downfall is imminent.
>Their remaining military is a weak collection of excess soldiery.
>Vulnerable from lack of training.
>They cannot even put the fire on their walls out.
>The cleansing flames spread to the hives, to the houses, to the buildings of the Changelinginian capitol.
>Everyone inside, women children, either escape into their postponed doom or die within the vicinity of their own homes.
>Their foul stench ridden beds are taken into the flames.
>Apologetic screams can be heard as their flesh they used to play with feels the might of the holy sun goddess's wrath.
>The citizens of canterlot will sleep in their warm, comfortable, CLEAN beds tonight.
>Chrysalis retreats to defend her homeland.
>The Canterlotians are hyperfocused now.
>Celestia breaks through the crumbling gate.
>She scours the city blocks with her troops by her side.
>No prisoners.
>The iron blades need to take just a little more blood before Celestia can rest easy herself tonight.
>The old and the sickly beg for forgiveness.
>Celestia will leave it up to the heavens for that.
>They will be judged by the sky itself before being sent eternally down.
>Forever burning in the fire that the sun goddess started on them, into them, with the sharp inferno of her holy sword of the light.
>The city is reduced to ashes when Chrysalis returns.
>The queen's forces are depleted by the Canterlotian reinforcements, fighting until their last breath.
>The queen is taken captive, forced to watch her royal young be executed before her very eyes.
>She is the last changeling on earth to die.
>And now...
>The rival of Canterlot is no more.
>Changelingo delenda est has been fulfilled after so many years.
>The city is no more.
>Their queen is no more.
>Celestia returns to Canterlot, weary and exhausted.
>She kneels and prays in thanks to the heavens for helping her show the true believers the way.
>The impure have paid.
>Thy princessdom come.
>Thy will be done.
>Rising into the sky forever and ever.
>Amen.
~
5 years and 85 days; 5 years and 1 day; May the fallen be avenged.