Chrysalis overlooked the rocky chamber from her elevated platform. It was time. The first official meeting of the queens of Equestria’s changeling hives. It would serve as a speaking platform, a neutral ground to settle border disputes and other concerns before bloodshed could occur. She herself would serve as judge, the ultimate authority, Queen of all queens. Maybe it would help.
She scanned the room once more. Around a stone table, the queens of the four biggest hives of Equestria were settled. To her left, Miasma was tapping her hooves, bored and impatient at the lack of proceedings. Further down, Myxine was inspecting some documents that Chrysalis’ centurion had bothered to draw up before the meeting, an approximate overlook over the various resources, lands and numbers of the attending hives. She was probably the only one to study them this intently. Across her, Ambrosia was content to play with some glowing bugs she had found underneath the table. Only one seat was empty.
Chrysalis sighed. They had waited long enough. She cleared her throat to catch the others’ attention.
"So, I take it we’re all present?"
Miasma let out a theatrical yawn.
"Not yet. We’re still missing the creepy one."
"Is that what you call me these days, you spoiled brat?"
The queens collectively turned their heads as a sharp voice rang from the entrance of an adjoining tunnel. Clacking footsteps sounded as a gnarled shape undid itself from the darkness, a withered, elderly changeling adorned in scars, one blind eye peering out from behind white strands of hair. The hunched figure made her way towards the table.
The room was silent but for a sharp hiss as Miasma sucked in air through her teeth.
Chrysalis shook off her confusion and addressed the intruder:
"Who are you?"
The newly arrived guest gave her a silent smirk, then nodded towards Miasma.
The hiss from Miasma descended into a growl; and then she snapped at the other queen:
"But that’s impossible! You are dead! I killed you!"
The white-haired changeling gave another smirk as she came up behind Ambrosia, wandering to the seat opposite Miasma.
"Is that so?"
A bright red flame suddenly leapt over the figure, transforming her into a more familiar form. Milky white eyes peered from behind a dirty brown mane flowing over a rust-red carapace as the queen of the Necropolis Hive sat down at her designated place at the table.
"Calliphora", Miasma growled, while the other queens shifted uneasy glances.
"I should have known. But how did you know what she looked like?”
The eerie apparition before her inspected her perforated legs, then absent-mindedly trailed the surroundings, finally coming to rest on the purple-backed queen opposite her. For the blink of an eye her white irises shifted to a blood red colour as she cocked her head.
"I have my ways", she smiled.
Chrysalis considered the scene that had just played out before her and then looked towards the other queens. They shrugged.
The meeting was off to a good start.
Goodbye Snowy Days. Hello Sandy Beaches.