Karma awoke to the sound of birds singing. It was a pleasant sound that echoed around her ears. She stretched her wings out; they were still wounded. Karma sighed. Saving the gems wasn't worth it. She had been injured and that drake had eaten every one of them! The little pig...
She arched her back in a long stretch, then yawned. She looked down into the rest of the library. She had slept on a bookcase. The drake was still asleep in his dog-like bed. She swung down onto the hard, wooden floor. The day was warm, and Karma breathed in the scent of old and faded books. Another scent caught her attention.
So the drake did hide her stolen stash of gems.

Karma darted forward and plucked the old book from the shelf. Behind it stood her beautiful treasure. The gems that were left sparkled in the early morning sunlight. Karma licked her lips and looked around her. No one else was awake. Good. She began to stuff her face.

The purple one walked in. Karma ate one last gem (technically the last one there) and put everything back in it's place.
The purple one still looked at her odd.
Oh great, she saw me... Karma thought to herself.

"Umm, if you're not going to have a conversation with me ,could you at least tell me your name?" the purple one said.

Karma let out the breath she was holding.

"M-my name is Karma." she replied.

The only words that were needed to be said. She didn't want to give away too much. The purple one was hiding something behind her back. Karma tilted to the right to get a good look at it. All she could make out was a red thing that looked like rope.
"Now RD!" the purple one shouted, and Rainbow Dash darted out and slipped the red thing over Karma's head.

A leash...how creative... Karma thought as she was tackled.

At this point in time I must intercept!
A leash is a disgrace to any proud animal, especially dragons! Karma feels like she's being enslaved again and therefore can not leave, which isn't good for dragons considering they are a nomadic species. (sort of).
So if she acts out of character, do not hate on me~!

---MidnightBloom

Karma walked with her head down and spines flattened against her back as she was led throughout the town. The drake had been woken up and he tagged along. Her facial expression was one filled with shame. Out of the claws of one master into the hands of another. Was she ever going to gain freedom.

"It sure is a nice day. Celestia was kind today." the drake blabbered.
Jeez, does he ever shut up? Seriously it's like his voice is a river that won't be dried up. Karma reminisced about turning the drake into water with a curse when her thoughts were interrupted.

"Hiya!" a bubble-gum pink pony sprang up out of nowhere.

Karma fell back and lay on the ground, dazed for a moment.

"What's wrong aren't cha' gonna talk?" the pink one asked.

"Pinkie, we need to go now, okay?" the purple one said to the pink one.

Karma stood up, wrenching away from the hand given to her by the drake. A fellow slave is not supposed to show kindness in front of the master. Karma just hoped that the purple one wouldn't brand the sign. The marking Gathal gave her was still on her inner thigh.
スレーブ
The ancient letters meant slave. Young dragons learn this symbol from the day they are hatched. If they are hatched correctly, instead of magical elements aiding them.

"Okie dokie lokie! Be at Sugarcube Corner for the party, okay!" the pink one replied.

Oh great, they're going to have a party to daunt the new slave. Karma took the leash into her claws and ripped it off. She should've done that earlier but hell, when your a dragon in captivity and absolutely injured, you really don't have time to think now do you?

Karma nearly barfed at the sight of the shop. It looked like an actual gingerbread house, topped with chocolate and other assortments of sweets. She hated chocolate. Karma sighed inwardly. This 'party' was going to be the death of her.

"Surprise!" an amount of ponies ,which can only be rounded to every-pony in town, jumped out and scared Karma enough for her to hide behind the annoying drake.

A baby cried in the background. Karma looked up from her small hiding space to see two ponies trying their best to quiet the young pony. The pink one dropped flour on herself, but that didn't seem to help at all.

"She was asleep just a moment ago." the mother fretted.
"I'll go get the bottle!" the father worried.
"I'll go get her favorite blanket!" the pink one bounced off.

The mother rocked her back and forth in her arms. The rocking motion made the baby wail louder. Karma smiled at the young one. She walked over towards it. The young one looked at her with wide, unhappy eyes.

"Wakai mono o neru." Karma spoke in her native tongue.

The young one looked up at her with big eyes. It had stopped wailing, but tears still fell down it's face. All eyes were on the dragoness, yet she never noticed as she took the young pony into her warm arms.
Karma rocked slowly and sang a lullaby passed down by her mother when she was just a hatchling.

"Tsuki ga akaruidesu, Hoshi Hazurete iru. (the moon is out, the stars are bright.)
Wakai mono o neru, Watashi wa anata o aishite iru tame ni neru (sleep young one, sleep for I love you.)
Watashi wa anata o aishite (I love you)
Katazukeru Anata no nayami. (Put away your worries)
Nemuru made Nikkō Kagayaku Anata ni (sleep until daylight shines upon you)
Anata wa Anzen'na (you are safe)..."
Karma drew in a breath and looked down at the young one.
She didn't notice the stares or the tears rolling down her own face as she remembered the day she was taken to the mines.
The baby fell asleep in her arms and snuggled closer to her scales.

Maybe living here won't be so bad. Look at how innocent and young this pony is. She weighs not over a rock, yet the weight of the world seems to elude her mind. If only dragons could be like this peaceful race. Karma thought tiredly.

The red dragon spotted her almost instantly, due to her purple scales. She could not run very fast, due to her hatching only being two days earlier. It reached out with it's long arm and pulled her back. She let go of the eggs, letting them drop into the river. She hoped with all her heart that the eggs would float.

The rough chains were put on her arms almost immediately. Her limp body was thrown into a cage already cramped with other hatchlings. Her head bled onto the cold metal. A different red arm reached out and pulled her closer. A younger green claw reached out as well. She couldn't see anything after that, for she had passed out from the blood loss.
Please let them be safe...

Author's Note

Yeah I speak Japanese, Italian and English, what cha' gonna do about it!