The rise of DrakeFang

Chapter 1: The Story Begins…

“See, I wasn’t born a pony, Hot. I was born as a being known as humans.” Hot looked at his father curiously. “Humans? What are those?” Drake was stumped. How would he explain a colt what humans were? He didn’t even make an attempt to explain. “Does it matter?”, he asked his colt in a rather teasing way. “I…guess not?”, asked Hot, waiting for his father to continue his story. Drake smiled, yet his face looked a little more serious now.

“Alright. Anyway, I was born in a kingdom called Chikaria.” “Chikaria?” Hot looked at Drake curiously again. “I don’t know a place in Equestria called Chikaria. Miss Cheerilee never mentioned it in Geography class…” A small chuckle came from Drake. “Of course not, silly colt. Chikaria is a kingdom in another world. So, I’m from a world other than Equestria.”

The colt’s face clearly gave away he was surprised. A little shocked, but also having that ‘yeah right’ look. “So, what you’re saying is, you’re an alien?” Once more, Drake chuckled. “I guess you could say that, yeah. Now, can I continue?”

“Sorry.” Hot began listening again, a bit excited to hear the rest of the story.

“Now, this kingdom was one driven by power. Or at least, during my father’s reign.” Drake’s face began looking more and more serious. “Every king that sat on the Chikarian throne, would eventually go insane with the power granted by said throne.”

“Every king that-…” Hot’s face clearly showed surprised, and he began thinking for a bit. “Dad, are you saying that grandpa was a king there?” Drake nodded. “Yes, the last one of Chikaria, too.”

“Then, that makes you a prince!?” Hot smiled brightly. “Yeah, I’m kind of a prince indeed.” As Hot heard those words, his smile became even brighter, if possible at all. “Then, since I’m your son, that makes me a prince too!?” Drake laughed at his son’s question. “Well, when you look at it, yeah, you’re a prince too, Hot.”

Hot began hopping around in excitement before sitting down again, thrilled by the fact that he was, in a way, royalty. “OK dad, now I’m really curious about your history!”, emphasizing the word ‘really’.

“Well, you would think that me being a prince meant I lived a happy, luxury life. But sadly, son, I lived the exact opposite way a prince should live.” Once more, curiosity filled Hot’s face. “And why’s that?”

Drake began to show a little more sadness. “Well, to put it simple, your grandpa had this law, where if a child wouldn’t be born above a certain level of power, he would be killed at birth”

Shocked, Hot’s face went a little pale. “Really? Why would he do that, why make up such a law?” Again, Drake's face became less happy. “Your grandfather was mad with the power of the throne, remember? Thus, he wanted nopony-“ Drake quickly corrected himself- “nobody, as humans would say it, to be weak in his eyes.” Hot began to look a little worried. “But, you were strong enough, right, dad?” He gave away a small smile, hoping Drake would say yes.

Drake closed his eyes, and a short silence filled the room. “No, I wasn’t. Thus, I was meant to die.”

Hot’s face looked even paler. “But, if you would’ve been killed, then how are you here?”

“As I said, you will find anything I’m about to tell unbelievable. Now that we have somewhere to start off from, listen very closely, for this is the story of how I came to be a pony….”