The Dragon And the Reaper

                                                        Humble Beginnings & Unexpected Happenings

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         My name is Phantom Reaper; well of course that’s not my real name no one knows my birth name, not even me. I was told that my mother died because of my birth and my father left me at an orphanage saying in the note he left on the doorstep was that I was a bastard child and whoever I touch is cursed and I should be raised in a living hell hole for who I killed.

                   The orphan mother was so stupid that she heeded these words and made my father’s wishes true. While growing up in that hell hole, I was always treated with disgust and distain. My fellow orphans where instructed to take turns hitting and beating me. And calling me names like daemon or monster when I did nothing wrong.

         I was a starved, beaten, sad and broken by the age of six, the age when I got my cutie mark.

           I was walking down the street of a little village of a small nation nestled between the griffon kingdom and the crystal empire.

                 The country's gone now by … unnatural "causes", while I was walking in the streets of the village I saw banners up on the flag poles of some of the houses that were crimson with a black trim and a profile of a black unicorn with an unusually long horn. This got to my curiosity seeing I never seen these before, we'll from what I can remember from the last visit when I was in town sense I'm barely let out from the orphanage.

                 So I walked further into town to investigate, earning a lot of glares and shoves from almost everypony I walked past. Which I returned with vigor, but that was a normal occurrence when I did visit.

          What was strange was that I saw more and more of these flags and banners replacing the national emblem a corrupted looking eight pointed star with a circle going through it.

             As I walked further to the capital building I saw a large mass of soldiers in steel scaled plate armor with black coats and curved sabers on their sides and tall halberd on their shoulders. I looked closer and saw that they were holding those strange flags I saw earlier.

              At the front of the lines was a muscular smoke grey unicorn with gravity defying black mane that looked like fire. He had green eyes and a red horn that faded into black the closer you got to the base of it, it was ad normal in size compared to regular unicorns.

             He was clothed in a red velvet cape with a snow leopard fur collar and he wore a much more regal and intercut form of the soldier’s armor.

      This strange unicorn was talking to lord Crull, the baron of our estate. I personally hated him more than most ponies here.

    He's an evil tyrant that embraces slavery and pony trafficking. He also loves to come to the orphanage and kicks us to the ground and toy with us for nothing more than amusement.

        He's a dark purple unicorn with dark gold short mane and yellow eyes. And he's always wearing that sadistic grin on his face, if anypony were to be as corrupt as him they'd be dead by now by the drug lords and slave traders he constantly ripped off. But since he's so far up in political terms that every pony kisses up to him and fears his power. His cutie mark is a ball and chain with a bag of bits next to it. If that doesn't scream corrupt then what would.

        I continued  to observed this strange unicorn and Crull When I saw the baron lean down and kiss the ground before the evil looking unicorn and sign a parchment roll.

               I knew what was going on, he was handing the estates land and ponies over to this fanged unicorn!

            I felt a slight rage at this. He just betrayed his own country! And if there’s one thing I hate more than Crull himself, it’s the lack of loyalty here in this grim forsaken place.

            Loyalty is one of the few things that I admired about some ponies. And this dirt bag was forsaking all of us for personal gain!!

                I wanted to just fly up to him and hoof him as hard as I could on the horn but I had to control myself or I'm doomed. So I was about to leave to the orphanage when one of those guards grabbed my tail and dragged me to the smoke colored unicorn and Crull!

      "And as you can see I am now fully committed to your black crusade Er- my lord. Crull said while bowing to his new master.

      "Lord Sombra, I found this foul ease dropping on you.” said the Guard Sergeant.

        "Hmmm," Sombra looked at me curiously as if he was going to put me in his slave chambers or something.

      "Who is this little one Crull." Sombra said in an icy venom of a voice.

      “You, Daemon child, state your name at once." Said Crull to me with malice I have

      I glared daggers at Crull,"I don't know, no pony ever told me." I grumbled at Crull.

      "Eh Crull, why did you call this boy a daemon child, and why does he not have a name?" Sombra said with a gleam in his eyes.

      “Because he IS a daemon ch-" I wouldn't let him finish.

        “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU CRULL!!!!!! YOU’RE A TRAITOR! AND IM NO DAEMON!!!"

      "Ha don't make me laugh brat! You'd die from hunger before you'd even get to me.” Crull Said.

         "Let's find out shall we hmmm?" Sombra said in a gleeful voice waiting to see death right before his very hooves." Let him go pawn!"

        As soon as the guard loosened his jaw I shot forward at Crull with all my might aiming right for his horn. Crull was completely caught off guard and for that was rewarded with a broken horn courteously of me.

        "AAHHHHHH!!!!!!" That was all Crull could get out as I grabbed his horn that I broke off and staved it right I between his eyes ending his miserable grim's forsaken life. But I wasn't done. I had this … this voice, this primal feeling in the back of my mind to do more.

           So I yanked the horn out of his skull and stabbed it down on my right hoof, it felt like I was being possessed and then I saw it, What I assume to have been Crull's soul being sucked out of his body and into the dark purple horn in my foreleg as it started to glow the rose color identical to my eyes.

             In a bright flash of light the horn was now a smaller, shorter version of itself sticking out right above my front right hoof as if it was a part of my body.

        All the while, Sombra looked on with mad glee apparent across all his features, grinning ear to ear while baring his fangs, while the crowds that gathers around looked on at me with a mixture of awe and horror.

       I was getting really light headed all of a sudden and I stated to lose conciseness, but the last thing I heard was Sombra saying this.

      "I see much use in you colt, yes Indeed, from this day forth you with become my aposeil, and you shall be known as Phantom Reaper."

           I am Draco the last Unikronogon from a tribe in the Everfree forest, I ran away from the carnage that was brought about by an army I still know nothing of.

          I went north, the only way I thought was safe, well that and my father told me to go north to some place I can’t remember what he said. So a walked and walked in tell I felt like dying right then and there, but as fate and luck may have it, I found a large village, but that’s were his luck ran out. The village itself looked, well… bad.

        It was rundown and dirty, and it also looked like it needed a major fix up. The flag made it looked like it was a daemon worshiping cult. It was an eight pointed star all rusted and filthy.

        “Who would ever want that as their emblem to be that thing?” Draco thought to himself.

           But he didn’t care, he had found civilization! He was saved, or so he thought. He was treated with contempt and disgust. He lived on the streets; he had to steal and lie to survive. Falling into a pit of despair and hate...

             Hate, for everypony in this god forsaken village.

             But even though he stole his way through life, he did have (to a certain degree) a sense of honor, every time he stole from a stall he would put an i.o.u. in the place of the item.

           One day he was doing one such act of thievery he saw all the flags where replaced with a strange red and black flag with a black profile of a unicorn with a large horn.

         As he entered the town square, he saw a large mass of solders in strange armor and wielding strange weapons and the same flags as the ones around town. As he looked closer he saw a muscular smoke grey unicorn with gravity defying black mane that looked like fire. He had green eyes and a red horn that faded into black the closer you got to the base of it, It was ad normal in size compared to regular unicorns.

       He was standing over a colt that looked to be my height but about two maybe three years younger than him with black shoulder length mane with red lines going down through it he was lanky and ad normally tall with a bone white coat and really large wings for his age, he had deep rose colored eyes and long straight tail

         The younger colt had a purple unicorn’s horn grasped in between his teeth, and before him was the lord baron Crull, dead as stone with a hole in between his eyes, he lay in a pool of his own blood.

           Draco watched in fascination as the sickly looking colt brought the horn down on his right foreleg.

        The horn now imbedded in the pony’s foreleg started to glow the same color of his eyes as the dead body of lord Crull started to emit a glow, that glow was quickly sucked in the horn in the colts foreleg and in a blinding flash, the horn was sticking the right way out of the colts foreleg, it looked like he was born with it their other than the purple color.

        All the while this “Sombra” looked at the colt with a mad scientist look in his eyes as he ordered his guards to collect the colt.

     He looked at Draco for a second and told his guards to remove him from the area.

      When the guards yanked on Draco’s cloak, it flew off to reveal a unicorn colt with black dragon wings and dark scales growing up his legs and cyan eyes with slit pupils. He had a brown coat with a red horn and a really dark turquoise with crimson going through it.

      Sombra seeing a chance for another prize commanded his Guard to take Draco as well as the pegasus to the chariots.

      Draco tried to resist but was swiftly knocked out by one of the guards and put him in the armored chariots with the starved pegasus. While in the chariots back to the crystal empire, Draco shifted in and out of conciseness while Phantom Reaper was out cold due to the soul consumption and normal starvation.

               When they arrived at the destination they were put in a lavish room filled with fine furniture and a fire place with one table and two beds with red velvet covers.

         They were put in separate beds and locked in the stone room where they would reside for the next four years, training, studying, and bonding like blood brothers.

         They will be my greatest warriors, said Sombra looking in his crystal ball observing the two sleep their first night in their new home.