The rise of DrakeFang

Chapter 2: The beginning of a kingdom’s end

Moonshine had gone to her room, as little StarFang had fallen asleep, leaving only Hot Shot and Drake on the couch. Seeing how Moonshine already knew this story, she didn’t even worry about staying there. “Instead of telling you, Hot”, so Drake spoke, “I’ll make it easier and show you my story.” His eyes glowed for a second, the room around them changing, as if fading away around them, and suddenly, like ghosts, they stood in what appeared to be the main room of a castle, much like Canterlot’s. Only, this one looked a little…less happy, less colorful. As if not designed by ponies at all… Hot looked around, but Drake made him focus on the scene.

A woman, dressed in a blue gown, walked into the room, one hand touching her back, the other a very bloated belly. This woman clearly was in the last stage of pregnancy, or at least she appeared to  be.

She walked up to a man. The man, wearing an armor, a crimson red-colored cape attached to it his hair hanging over his cape, turned around at his wife, and couldn’t help but smile. “The time is almost here, Ariana…Soon, our kingdom shall have its prince…” The woman smiled back, but couldn’t manage hiding the fact she was struggling with her back. “Indeed, Lucius. But, what if he won’t be born strong enough? What if our baby…must be killed…?” Lucius laughed at his wife’s remark. “It is our son, Ariana! In no way shall he be weak!” Ariana smiled back, and as she turned around, her face became a little darker, as if she would try and kill Lucius any time soon.

Hot nudged Drake in the side. “Take it that’s you in there, Dad?” Drake nodded. “Indeed. Now, we’ll skip a little, shall we?” He lifted his hoof, the scene fading away like before, and fading back to a new scene, with Ariana now holding a little boy, crying and looking at Lucius with a desperate face.

She screamed at him. “Lucius, you can’t do this! He is our son! Your son! A prince!” Lucius’ face was empty and cold, as if all happiness had been sucked away. “That boy is too weak to be a prince…Let alone a part of MY kingdom!” He had a dagger in hand, and lowered it at the baby, Ariana turning quickly, thus making the dagger miss. Lucius dropped the dagger, and grabbed Ariana tight. His eyes were tearing, and a panicked tone filled Lucius’ voice. “Run, Aria. Take our son, and run, as far as you can. Don’t look back, and hide before I lose myself forever…” He let go of Ariana. She ran out of the room with Drake still in her arms, panicked and crying. Lucius dropped to his knees, crying over the loss of two people that were very important to him.

Drake lifted his hoof again, and the scene changed into what seemed to be a normal, old house. Ariana had gone through some changes over the years. Her hair had become lighter, no longer raven black, but greyer. She sat in a chair, and a 6 year-old boy stood next to her, holding her hand.

Ariana sighed, and showed a sad smile to the boy. The boy smiled back at her, but his face became serious right away. “Mother? Is Father really as bad as you say? Did he really not love me?”

“More than that, Drakey.”, Ariana said to her son. “He wasn’t even the king. He stole the throne, but I don’t know from who…”

Hot looked at his dad, confused with the words Ariana spoke. “Uh, Dad, I thought he WAS the king?” Drake nodded at his son. “Yes, Hot. She was lying so I would begin hating him, as she intended even before birth. “ Hot nodded, and focused on the scene again. It faded again, and changed into Ariana and Drake, now about 12 years old, standing in front of two weaponed, armored men. “This, Hot, is an important part. for this part will show you how my darkness began…”