The rise of DrakeFang

Prologue

Let’s begin with the basics. A fine, peaceful day in the old town of Ponyville. Many things have changed over the years. Pinkie, now the owner of Sugar Cube Corner, has rebuilt the once so simple bakery into an inn, nursery, and other things.

Our story begins in said inn. A grey Earth stallion, his mane and tail colored black, with a very odd cutie mark, his eyes as red as the mark, is playing about with his youngest foal, a blueish purple filly, her mane as black as her father’s, her tail having a slight stripe of dark purple . He would occasionally tickle the filly’s tummy, lifting his hoof whenever he wanted to give the filly a pause to catch some breath.

From the staircase, a greenish blue pegasus came down, her purple mane swaying a little, watching her husband and daughter play about, smiling brightly at the ponies she called her family.

“Morning, Moonshine!”, said the stallion, smiling just as bright as his wife. “Mornin’, Hero!”,  replied the pegasus, having a slight southern accent and a playful tone in her voice. She would call DrakeFang  ‘Hero’ for something he did a long time ago for her. What, that will be a later part of this story.

Moonshine happily sat down next to her family. Not long after this, a young colt entered the inn lobby as well. This colt, his coat as red as flames, a blond mane, looking awfully similar to Drake, yawned and sat down on the other side of the couch where his sister and father were playing.

“Hi, dad, Moon, little sis.”, the young colt said to his family, smiling at his family. The filly looked at her big brother, immediately beaming at him. “Ho Sho”, the filly exclaimed, as she was incapable of speech.

Hot Shot simply smiled back. “Learning fast, aren’t you?” The filly giggled back at those words, showing a subtle sign of pride for almost getting her brother’s name right.

Hot Shot looked straight at Drake. “Hey dad. I’ve been wondering. You sometimes say that you worry about your past. Is it really that bad?”

DrakeFang looked straight back at Hot Shot, with a slightly surprised look on his face. “Are you sure you wanna know that?"

Hot Shot nodded, and stared at his father, hoping Drake would tell him. “Well, most kids my age know what their parents were like when they were young. Yet, I’ve never heard your story. So yeah, I wanna know more about you, dad!”

Drake nodded in agreement, and put StarFang on her mother’s lap. “Then I’ll tell you. Hope you’re ready for an unbelievable story?”

Hot Shot reacted excited. “TOTALLY READY, DAD!” The colt had never shown such curiosity before, but it made Drake smile, knowing his son was actually interested in his father’s history.

“Then listen well, son. Because you’re about to hear things unlike you’ve ever heard…”