>Enter Canterlot Castle.
>Guards return beaten up and discouraged.
>”What happened to you? Was it the Changelings?” Celestia asks.
>Lead Soldier shakes his head.
>”No your highness, it was some sort of being that walked on two legs and had weird things where its hooves should be!”
>Celestia is now confused as well as concerned.
>”What else can you tell me about this creature?”
>”Well,” started a second guard. “It was big. Bigger than you, your highness.”
>”How big?”
>”At least a couple of heads taller than you, your highness,” added a third soldier.
>This was a creature that no pony had ever seen before.
>And there was a chance it was working with-!
>”That's not all, Your Highness. It had strange devices on its wrists. When it brought them together, it changed into some sort of green, faceless monster!”
>Now Celestia is really concerned.
>”If this creature appears again, I want you to run. Don't put yourselves in danger from an unknown force.”
 
>Back to you, the main character.
>After finishing the mining of huge chunks of the Spirit Emerald, you decide to seek out Chrysalis yourself since she just seemed to vanish.
>Think back to glowing green tunnel.
>Why the fuck not?
>It isn't like she can do anything to stop you now. You're a Power Ranger!
>Well, that's your reasoning.
>Head back to hole.
>Nut up, Anon, it's time to be a man.
 
“Queen Chrysalis?”
 
>You yell down the tunnel.
>A gasp.
>You found her.
>You head down the tunnel, the glow from your second-rate Zeonizers illuminating  the path until you reach the glow again.
>Turn corner.
>Oh shitballs.
>Hundreds of eggs.
>Alien comes to mind.
>You see Chrysalis with her back facing to you.
>”I told you this was none of your business.”
>Her voice is stone serious.
>Clicks.
>Those are Changeling eggs.
>No King means no fertilization.
>No baby bugs.
>Not an entomologist, but know enough from science class as a kid to guess what's going on.
>The anger begins to build in your chest.
>With no Ponies the King would still be alive.
 
“It just became my business. Hundreds of lives, never to be because of those Ponies.”
 
>”What could you do?”
>Her tone is now bitter and angry, more so than usual.
 
“A pony for a Changeling.”
 
>You say, the building rage evident in your voice.
>You have one question to ask.
 
“Where are they?”
 
>”Far to the North is Canterlot, their capital city.”
>Her answer carries the same tone, although curiosity starting to creep into her voice.
 
“I have a plan. I'll need some of that Emerald. I'll link the Morphers to it and create a fast travel system.”
 
>You were talking out of your ass, but you guessed it would work.
>It was magic after all.
>She looks to you.
>While you can see the hate in her eyes, her expression is one of disbelief.
>She takes some time to answer.
>”Very well. Take what you need; we have plenty.”
>You nod and leave her to her silent mourning.
 
>Next day.
>You finish finding a good sized crystal.
>Touch epic morphers to it.
>Sparks.
>Focus on two things: North and Ponies.
>Feel yourself turned into energy.
>Reappear in desert, more tan than reddish-brown.
>See what looks like small settlement to the north.
 
“Kind of small for a capital city.”
 
>You mutter.