by Ice Star
Chrysalis followed her mother, a towering changeling queen, down the hive's extensive tunnels. She shivered slightly; it may be her home but she never felt at ease, especially around her mother. The queen almost seemed to detest the shy filly who cared more about making daisy chains on the surface meadows than ruling the underground hive which she was supposed to inherit.
After all Chrysalis was a sweet and gentle creature who loved to learn new things, even if she was rather timid.
Her mother didn't like this at all, from the moment she had held the grub, eight years ago she had known something wasn't right: her daughter was as honest as a pony! There wasn't a deceptive bone in