On a cold, stormy winter night. A figure endured the blizzard and trudged on a beaten path. Wearing a heavy trench coat that did little to keep the cold at bay. Still, he donned the worn clothing. Trees and cold snow were one of his few friends out here, in this unforgiving land of the griffins. The warm hands of Stanlin proved to be the only comfort for the hardened bodies and minds.
The person came across a old, rotten shack made of wood, which he calls his home. He's lived there for the past 60 years. It was an all around the wooden piece of shit. Many forgotten years ago he had a nice home and an nice, loving family. A young, ambitious unicorn hatched and took care of him. And she wasn't afraid by the fact he was an dragon, she actually treated him as a brother, not a pet or a burden. He forgot her name and face over the years. But he still remembers the bastard that killed her. Jelic, his own father. He did it for a quick laugh and left him, sitting in an pool of her blood. He vowed to kill him later on. He forgot so many things over his years in these cold lands of Griffona. But learned many new things. He didn't like hurting others, but he did. for it was the only thing he could. he would surely be punished for the many atrocities he committed when he enters the afterlife.
Jelic raped his mother, a young, pretty dragoness. From what he was told. She was killed by his father years later on, after his hatching. Now, the mother-less dragon has reached an age like no other. He's even older then Princess Celestia if she were still alive for cripes sake! But, he learned that because he was hatched by magic, he aged extremely slowly. Like, snail slow. Over ten-hundred thousand years, he grew another 5 feet. Meaning he's 7 feet tall. Taller than an average pony, yes. Short as hell for an average dragon. He had yet to grow wings. That'll be another ten thousand years. Dragons can live forever, no real forever. Like, older then ponykind forever. And they don't have any max size so they can grow to be bigger then mountains. But, that is quite the rarity out here in life.
Rarity, that word sparked something in his mind. An old love, that's what she was. A beautiful mare with an light grey coat and an moderate indigo mane. She worked as an tailor of the sorts. It started out as an crush then turned into something more. Love. She died due to old age. She lived to be one hundred and four years old. Very old for any pony.
The lonely person opened a small opening in the side of the shack. He stepped inside the aged structure and sat on the the cheap chair at the homemade desk. He pulled out an bottle with water-downed cheap vodka inside from the bottom of the desk and took an long drink from it. Drinking was never allowed by the unicorn he missed so dearly, but it proved to be one of the few comforts he has. He removed the bottle from his mouth and put the tip of one of his claws into his mouth and blew hot breath on it. Causing it to grow very hot. Hot enough to ignite the candle on the left side of the desk. Which he did, filled the tiny house with green light.
The under-sized dragon took off the coat's hood, exposing dark green eyes, and an royal purple face with deep green spikes erected on top his head. He placed down the bottle of vodka and reached into the left side of his coat. He pulled out an envelope with his Griffona name on it. Шип. (Spike). He sat it down on the desk and opened it. It came from his best friend. Hessam. An young griffon. He was arranging him to escape to Freedom City on an cargo boat named Топа (Topa).
He pulled out the letter he'd been carrying and began reading it. It was in Grifonish (Russian) but in his mind he translated it into Equestrian
Dear Шип.
Hello friend. This is Hessam. We will be coming this nightfall. At the Sur docks. Don't bring anything you don't need. You'll be disguised as an janitor. And you'll have to make yourself another name in the states. Apparently. They still think you killed her. Huh, funny. you've been alive for thousands and thousands of years, and I've known you for ten. Anyway, be there.
The now nameless dragon dropped the paper back on the desktop. When the ponies found him next to Twilight's body. They thought he did the deed of tearing her throat out. He was locked up for a few hundred years then they sentenced him to be drowned. Back then he was to small to fight the guards. They dropped him in an pool of water that must have led to the sewer system and tied him to an dozen of bricks. He didn't fight it.
He died that day. Nothing could have brought him back from the dead, but something did. He remembered being thrown in the sewers and left there. Come to think of it. he remembered a little bit of it.
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Memory Fragment I
It was dark. He couldn't see because his eyelids refused to move. He could feel something warm crawling on his left leg. He could hear an tedious dripping sound. He also couldn't move any part of his body. The warm feeling on his left leg turned into tickling. He just laid there, dead. Then, he felt something lift him up and throw his body.
He made contact with something harder then him, that's for sure. An painful crack came alongside an rush of pain caused by the impact. He slid down the wall comically, and landed with an dull thud.
Sometimes, his mind finds little fragments of memories in itself. But these are just fragments, not the complete set. His mind may find the complete set of any memory. Some of them are sad, others.....
He tore off the clothing that hugged his body. Exposing rich green under scales, and two arms with royal purple scales on it and small claws attached to the ends of each digits. Thankfully, the more private parts of him were hidden under his scales. He reached under his bed, which was an piece of dirty cloth. And dug around till he found what he was looking for. An small bag with what little money he had. In total it was an meager 20 dollars in Equestrian money. He has trouble finding paying work. But that no longer mattered, for he shall start a new life in Freedom City.
His friend, Golm, an pony. Has moved into the city years ago. According to the letters, he owns an racing track and has a lot of money. In addition of owning seven mansions that were custom made for him, he has over twelve sports cars. Surely with all that money, he could help the name-less dragon. Although, before he left, Golm was quite the liar and gambler.
The dragon looked out at the moon. He was too poor to afford an watch so he had to watch the moon and sun to tell the time. He guessed it was about 11:30. So, he had thirty minutes too get to the Sur docks, which were four miles away.
He ran through the door, shattering the old wood easily and charged down the snowy path on all fours.
(Nine mouths later)
"David! David!" An dragon shouted at the door, while banging on it with his balled-up fist. Sounds coming from the door told him it was an hopeless cause. "Dredic, what are you doing?" An familiar voice spoke out above the sounds. Hessam, stood an few feet behind him with an confused face.
"I'm trying to get David." Dredic responded.
"Ignore him, we gotta get this thing ready before we dock." Hessam reasoned.
The dragon relented and went with the young griffin to the surface. They climbed the ladder which lead them to said place. Hessam lead them both out. "Ah! Freedom City!" The feathered beast shouted into the cold wind. The dragon and griffin gazed upon an fine city in the distance. Luckily, Dredic's brown jacket kept the cold away. They both got off and walked around till they docked.
"What are you going to do?" The dragon asked Hessam as they walked around the ship.
"Uhh. I may come back aboard, or make a go for it. You know the saying 'Land of opportunity'?" The griffin said with a small laugh. "I always wanted to make it big. Get an dog, an house. Live the dream." he continued
"Like Golm?" Dredic responded. "You remember Golm, right? He still sends me letters, saying that he made it real big here. Parties, women. all of it. And after I got into some thinking, I decided to come here so I spent the next few months with you people. And now I'm here." The dragon finished.
"Yeah, I understand. Back in Griffona work can be scarce." Hessam responded.
"After the war finished." Dedric went on. " I couldn't get an job. Nobody could. So I uhh, did some dumb things that got me involved some idiots." The dragon said mournfully.
"Ohh!" The young griffin tried too cheer up the bumed dragon. He grabbed Dredic by the shoulder and turned him to face him. "We all do dumb things. It's what makes us people." The young griffin said.
"Could be, Hessam. " Dedric said. "Could be."
