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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_New_Dawn_.28Act_2.2C_part_1.29">A New Dawn (Act 2, part 1)</span><a href="A_New_Dawn_(Act#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A New Dawn (Act 2, part 1)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />A New Dawn <span class="br0">&#40;</span>Act <span class="nu0">2</span>, part <span class="nu0">1</span><span class="br0">&#41;</span><br />--------------------------------------------------<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The battle was over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looked like it, at the very least. As I exited the cave, I could just catch the sight of some changelings heading for the hills. With their leader dead, the entire force had routed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was&quot; surreal. Glancing around, I saw a mess of equipment littered around the field. There was mercifully few bodies, but the ones there were&quot; I looked away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best to report back to camp. Celly would probably want to hear about all of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I began stumbling along. The entire world felt a bit hazy. I was walking like in a dream; I strained as hard as i could but just stumbled forward like a drunk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was probably shock. Or poison. Maybe even blood loss, but still nothing that a bit of magic couldn&quot;t fix up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I started seeing in double vision. Everything was just a mess anyways, so I closed my eyes and kept stumbling forward. Just had to get back to camp. Just had to keep moving forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I don&quot;t know how long I stumbled around out there. It felt like an eternity, though I&quot;d bet it was just a couple of minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Regardless, I remember a clear voice. There was a shout, &quot;Halt!&quot;, and things began to change.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;My eyes snapped open. Ten feet in front of me, there were three royal guards. Each was brandishing a long, sharp spear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said stop!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The threat of pointy death snapped me out of the haze. But it was more than that. Things began to&quot; flow, almost like a second nature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was no longer three royal guards. There was no longer three ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I was faced by three hostiles. They were arranged in a rough triangular formation. The one in front carried himself better than the others, and combined with him speaking for the group, I could easily assume that he was the leader.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To the back left was a dazed looking stallion. He seemed young, almost a filly, and distracted. More concerned with the prospect of changelings than the present threat. Clearly an inexperienced conscript; certainly not difficult to remove in single combat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And finally, in the back left, a wounded mare. Though stoic faced, the limp and clear laceration on the back left leg were clear giveaways. Regardless of her skill, she wouldn&quot;t be able to leap into combat, and could be easily mopped up after the others had been taken care of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They had spears, and I had nothing. I&quot;d have to act fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First, rush the officer. Catching him unawares, I could bash my shoulder into his head, hoping for a knockout. Then pivot straight into the rookie. He was looking off into the distance behind us, wouldn&quot;t be too hard to yank out his spear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Throw him to the ground, and pivot one last time, speartip into the final hostile, a clean-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stop! Please!&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then it hit me. I had a spear in my hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I shivered. In front of me was the wounded guardsmare. My left foot was resting on the novice&quot;s neck. He whimpered softly. To my back, the sergeant was out cold, but uninjured.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please don&quot;t hurt them! You can take me, I&quot;m begging you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I&quot; didn&quot;t even remember any of this happening. It was just instinct. If the guardsmare hadn&quot;t snapped me out of things&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best not to think about it.</span><br />&quot;Well, um, thanks for the offer, but I&quot;ll just let them go. Sorry about all that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare cocked her head, clearly unsure at the change in events.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I gently lifted my boot off the stallion's neck, and began to help him up.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, just&quot; thought you guys were going to do me in. Never can be too sure about changeling spies, am I right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare&quot;s face washed over with relief. &quot;Oh thank you, I was so worried-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything had ended in smiling faces all around, but I still couldn't help but feel a deep sense of unease. Perhaps Chrysalis hadn&quot;t been entirely bluffing after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I needed to see Celestia.</span><br />&quot;Well, sorry about all the trouble, but do you think you guys could show me back to camp? I&quot;ve got to report back, and all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was some chipper response, and off we went. Three smiling ponies, and one vaguely distressed looking Loyal Member of Celestia&quot;s Royal Guard.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Our little band headed back. The others talked about something, though I was simply lost in my own thoughts. The sergeant led our motley group in, and then we parted ways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I vaguely wondered if I&quot;d ever see them again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Base camp was an energetic, disorganized, joyous mess. Ponies danced, sang, drank- there was more cider than I had ever seen before- all in wild celebration. I kept walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a bit surreal considering my current predicament. A stallion guffawed in the distance, and I couldn&quot;t help but remember the laughter of the dying hive queen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably best to stop by the royal quarters, make sure the princess was safe. Last I&quot;d seen of her was back in the middle of battle, and I had been a bit busy falling out of the air to check up on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a bit further through the crowd. I could spot a jubilant throng formed around Celly&quot;s quarters, singing about something or other. I pushed past a few tipsy ponies and finally made it &quot;through the mass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That huge, striking purple tent. Purple, the color of royalty. Rest. Home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I stepped past a guard and into the tent. In front of me, Celestia and four other ponies were poring over maps and old tomes, arguing quietly about changelings. They seemed completely oblivious to my entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celly looked a bit worse for wear with a few scratches and cuts, but she was still going strong. At least that was good news. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I waited a bit longer, listening to the ponies going on about the changeling retreat. After the third proposed theory, I gave a polite cough, and heads began to turn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celly snapped around a bit faster than the others, and her eyes went wide with&quot; recognition? Suprise?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you&quot;re alive!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess&quot;s voice was uncharastically tentative and halting. Celly&quot;s eyes seemed to moisten up a bit as she spoke, but it could have just been my imagination.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I think so.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she turned around, I noticed more small gashes pocketed across her from the changelings. &gt;I felt a pang just looking at it.</span><br />&quot;Princess, are you alright? You look-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia cut me off, but her voice still sounded a bit shakier than usual. &quot;I have a few scratches! You fell fifty feet and landed in enemy lines? What happened?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it was going to come to this eventually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, a nagging voice in the back of my head told me it would probably be a bad idea to talk about the whole &quot;Chrysalis tried to posses me or something and it might have sorta worked&quot; bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the very least, not in front of others. I could tell Celly about it later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I had all the time in the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the dignitaries mumbled &quot;Maybe just give us the short version.&quot; He got a few glares, but I decided to roll with it.</span><br />&quot;Sure. After falling, I got dragged back to their leader, their hive queen. She planned on toying with me or something, but I got the jump on the old hag and finished her off. Changelings ran, I walked out, and here we are.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nobody moved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room was dead silent.</span><br />&quot;I think her name was Chrystalis? Something like that? I can show you what&quot;s left if you really want.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, one of the dignitaries grinned and burst out, &quot;That&quot;s it! That&quot;s why the bugs fled!&quot; &gt;Another one blurted out something about &quot;hero&quot; before running out of the tent to spread the good news.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celly was wearing a smile ear to ear. I internally groaned. Now it would take forever to get her alone and start asking about Chrysalis and magic. Oh well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A young pony pranced in, toting a bottle of cider. Oh well. A bit of merrymaking never hurt anybody, right?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After our celebration had gone through a couple bottles, an older stallion piped up with the inevitable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, don&quot;t take this the wrong way, but, well&quot; do you have any proof? I&quot;m not expecting the hive queen&quot;s head on a plate, but you know, protocol and all&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it was going to happen sooner or later. I couldn&quot;t honestly expect the leaders of a nation to just take my word for something so important. Chatter throughout the room faded, and all eyes turned toward me expectantly.</span><br />&quot;I don&quot;t have anything on me, so&quot; back to the cave. I&quot;ll show the way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one was too keen on trading the warmth of celebration for a cave and a corpse, but the grim business had to be done. I headed out of the tent flap into the darkness outside, and the others followed.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;News had spread fast through the camp, and ponies cheered the death of the changeling queen as our small column passed by. Celestia slid up beside me as we made our way through the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn&quot;t long before we left the encampment gentle torchlight and raucous crowds for the eerie silence of the deserted battlefield.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Metal and flesh still lay in heaps across the rolling hills. I kept my eyes in front of me, and focused on reaching the cave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn&quot;t long before we reached the outcropping and head into the tunnels below. The party was silent as we walked through the unnaturally large halls, lit with nothing but bioluminescent growth and the princess&quot;s steady light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally we reached the largest opening, where the queen had once lain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bloated figure was still there. I merely pointed, and listened to the others gasp in shock and disgust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I could almost still hear the monster&quot;s laughter echoing in deserted halls. It was more than bad memories though, it was something&quot; unholy about the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia suddenly recoiled, as if slapped by some invisible, rotting hand. &quot;There&quot;s something wrong. This place-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The laughter grew louder. I looked around, but none of the ponies had seemed to register it. Besides Celestia, everypony kept grabbing samples, gawking at the queen&quot;s husk-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I started feeling weak. My vision turned to a palate of browns and dark red, like someone had slung a mixture of blood and silt in my eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally some of the ponies began looking over at me as I stumbled round the room. The princess began saying something, but I couldn&quot;t make it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As I fell to my knees, I couldn&quot;t help but think: this would the third time I had gone dark in the past day. This had to be some sick joke. It was almost like I wasn&quot;t even in control of my own body anymore.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Terribly sorry about all this. The pain should depart soon. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I couldn&quot;t even bring myself to open my eyes. The damp air, the stench of rot, that nauseating voice.</span><br />&quot;This is just a bad dream. Just a nightmare. It&quot;s not real.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The queen laughed. &quot;Quite astute! Congratulations are in order, you&quot;ve endured all my attempts at control through brute force. Passed with flying colors.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, she had been telling the truth. The thing that once was Chrystalis lived on like some sort of:</span><br />&quot;Filthy parasite.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thing ignored me. &quot;You are merely suffering through hangover of my failed attempts. I promise, this will be that last time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I tentatively opened my eyes, but was surprised at the absence of some grey, fleshy mass. Instead, Chrysalis had adopted a slender, black body, presumably like her original one. Still, there was something off about the face, but I couldn&quot;t pinpoint it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I failed to overcome your will, and even the strongest magic known to ponykind cannot remove me from you. We are at an impasse.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice still reeked of rot and death, though. Some things never change.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chrysalis began pacing back and forth. &quot;While it would have been lovely for you to kill, to consume the sun earlier, the decision is not stone. If you aid me, I can benefit you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thing went on, in its dripping voice. &quot;I believe that I understand the place of things. Ever since your arrival, you have been preoccupied by the most basic of needs, survival. Your spirit has been completely absorbed with surviving hostility from pony and changeling alike.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, it is time to truly live.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though I was wary, there was something enticing to those words, some small ring of truth that led me on.</span><br />&quot;So, what are you getting at?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Devour the sun. Take her power. Become a god. You have merely played the servant, a slave to royalty until now. But who is content being a slave?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I stayed silent. I wiped a bit of sweat off my brow while trying to think up a reply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is there not anything that you want? Become a divine force, a king! Have gold, have wine! Every being in the land would serve you! Have anything, have anyone you want! Do you desire flesh? Don&quot;t merely be satisfied with one, take twenty!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I felt a bit clammy, and wiped a bit more sweat away. Chrysalis&quot;s voice sounded less like a death rattle and more like honeyed words the more she spoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You owe the sun nothing. Come now, you must have some ambition, some desire? Even if hidden deep, far within?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I took a great interest in twiddling my thumbs. Anything but a response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Some singular, driving want, even if you have hidden it from yourself?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, Chrysalis's eyes widened and her face clouded. A look of realization flew onto her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahh. So, you desire the sun?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I felt a pang in my gut. She was right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, this would certainly explain your servile tendencies. I will need to act more&quot; subtly, then. It will be a challenge, but all the more satisfying in the end. Goodbye, anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shapes began to morph, colors began to flow through one object and into the next. Evidently Chrysalis's wild ride was coming to a stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Remember, all you need to do it reach out and take it! Reach out and cut it! Reach out and crush it! Reach out and tear and reach out and kill and reach out and....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, I was in an infirmary bed. Back at the castle? How long had I been out? I turned on my side, and right within arm&quot;s length, Celestia was tenderly looking down at me.</span></div></div>




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