Princess Cadence

Princess Cadence stood on the balcony of the Crystal Palace, watching the aurora shimmer across the night sky. The empire was safe, its ponies happy, and yet… something was wrong. A whisper had been carried on the northern winds—soft, almost musical. A voice she hadn’t heard in years: "Help me… please…". Cadence stiffened. The voice was unmistakable. It was Chrysalis.