The Dragon And the Reaper

by Silver_Charmer

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Celestia, Death, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Adventure, King Sombra, Profanity
Length: 6657

This is the epic story of Phantom and Draco and their journey to obliterate all impurities of Equistria

UNDER MAJOR EDITING< PROGRESS UNTIL CONTINUATION OF THE STORY (15-20%)

There are times in history, when a select few are marked to have their paths intwine. When old rivalries and resentments surface between the gods of old. When ages that have basked in the joys of ignorance and peace, will be cast under the clamor of war so that the gods might notice them.
Two unfortunate souls will bring about the age of war and strife the likes of this world has ever seen only once before. These two will form a bond that could outlast time itself. A bond composed of the pure power of friendship, shaped by the embodiment of love, tempered by the fires of hatred, hammered by horrible loss, cooled in the bottomless pits of despair, and encrusted with the sacrifice of all one would hold dear.
They would be the heralds of the gods, and the harbingers of war. Both incorruptible good and unclensable evil will mark them as their own, and many others to bring about their vengeance upon each other.
Trials and tribulations will be laid out to test the resolve of the two, most seemingly very... Tenacious. But they will carry each other through the test, to make it to the end of the journey. For fate has decreed it to be so.

Published 2013-09-15 01:10:04 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-17 18:14:38 UTC

Chapter One

                                                        Humble Beginnings & Unexpected Happenings

Disclaimer: we do not own MLP:FIM that belongs to Hasbro

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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.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Confusion & Story time

        Draco awoke to a warm bed and a well rested body; this was confusing to Draco since the last time he ever felt this feeling was… back home.

       At the thought of his home village, Draco shot up out of the bed he was in and looked around.

         What he saw didn’t help his confusion. It was a large stone brick  room with an iron reinforced oak door, a small table with two chairs all master crafted to its finest quality placed in front of a medium sized fireplace with a carved stone bust of Sombra.

       Draco was cut short by his observation of the room by ragged breathing from across the room. There in a second bed identical to his own, it looked like a skeleton for a second or two.

     Then he realized it was the Pegasus from the town, and on further inspection, the colt wasn’t in the best shape of his life. Draco carefully trotted towards the mysterious Pegasus in hopes of getting a better look at him.

        He looked worse than he first thought; he looked like he was almost all skin and bones with dark circles under his eyes and a short purple horn sticking out right above his right hoof.

          “My god.” That was all he could utter under the shock of seeing this colt like this. “How is he even alive” said Draco aloud.

        As if on cue, the tall colt’s eyes shot open to reveal a pair of deep rose colored eyes filled with shock, misery, and sadness.

          The ghoulish looking pegasus looked over at Draco for a moment fear of another beating.

        With fear evident in the younger colt’s eyes, he jumped out of his bed and lashed out with a hoof not knowing that he barred a new horn on it. The blow connected to the strange dragon pony colt’s jaw and sent him stumbling back a few feet.

        “What the hell, how can this sack of bones throw a punch that hard?!” Draco thought to himself. Then he looked at the foreleg of the colt that hoofed him in the jaw with, it had a faint aura of the deep rose of the colts eyes around his right foreleg. It seemed similar to the aura that surrounds a unicorn’s horn before they cast a spell.

         “What the hell, How can he use magic?!” Draco thought to himself, beginning to worry about the situation he found himself in.

            “I’m not gonna take your shit anymore, I’m tired of the beatings and the pain.’ said the white pegasus trying to fight the exhaustion brought about by using his new power.

         “What the hell are you talking about, I haven’t even met you!” Draco exclaimed, “So why the hell would I try and hurt you!”

   “Stop trying to trick me, I won’t fall for that again!” Said the vengeful colt, anger apparent across his features as he shot forward with his magic enhanced hoof. Draco barely any time to dodge the attack, and when the white pegasus hit the ground where Draco used to be, it made a small crater in the stone floor.

       Draco’s eyes widened at this. “What the hell is making this colt so strong?”Thought Draco through dodging magic enhanced hoofs. Then it hit him (Metaphorically), this colt was using whatever kind of power he acquired when he took that bastard Crull’s soul!

           Draco watched as the black mane’d pegasus begin to slow his punches and his magic aura around his right hoof begin to fade.

       “This is my chance!” Thought Draco as he rushed forward and tackled the sickly colt with all he had. They were sent tumbling towards the door and they grappled on the ground. Obviously Draco won out and pinned the rose eyed colt to the ground and stared directly into his fearful pain filled eyes.

        “Why,” the colt started weakly but got louder as he spoke, “WHY DOES EVREYPONY ALWAYS WANT TO HURT ME!!!” Yelled the bone white pegasus as he tried to break free from Draco’s grasp, but to no avail.

       “I’m not gonna hurt you as long as you calm the fuck down!” exclaimed Draco trying to calm the pegasus down.

        “Why should I trust you? You’ll just try to make me bleed for fun like everypony else!” He said with a pain filled voice.

        “Because from what I can see from your appearance, I’m like you.” Draco continued, “I’ve lived a horrible life on the streets, I was forged by hatred for every single last god forsaken pony in that blasphemous village!”

       The younger colt calmed a bit at hearing that somepony had experienced a measure of the pain he had to go through his entire life. But then he remembered that the other foals would try and trick him to let his guard down to hurt him.

       “I don’t believe you, no one is that kind to me, it’s impossible!” said the bone white pegasus believing the lies told to him by the orphan mother.” That’s what the other foals and the orphan mother said.”

       Draco looked at the tall colt before him. “Is he serious, does he really believe that?’ He thought for a moment, good thing he treated the abused animals that where abandoned back in the village. Draco had always had a soft spot for animals. He was able to communicate with them on a certain level. “I’m glad I have experience with this sort of thing.” He thought to himself.

            “Do you really believe that? You’ve just lived under the assumption that nopony could ever love and be kind to you?” Said Draco in a shocked tone. “Do you really believe that you would never make friends, find a family and get your life on track?”

           “If you really were in the same situation as me, You wouldn’t be so optimistic.” Said in a agitated tone. “Why is he even bothering to talk to me, I should be bleeding by now.” Thought the taller colt.

         “Well why don’t you tell me about your situation and well go from their?” said the Dragon pony in a calm voice trying to coax the other colt into calming down.

         “Wha-, you… you would let me talk to you? Said a shocked voice, obviously not expecting the kindness this colt was treating him with. “And you would listen?”

      “Well of course, There’s no point in asking if I’m not gonna listen.” Said the dark brown unicorn colt.

        Draco got off of the pegasus and helped him up, they looked at each other for a full minute before Draco started to speak. “ why don’t we sit down at that table over there.” He said in a calm voice.

       As they sat down, they were both unsure of what to say. Neither one of them ever had any social interactions before.

       “So, W-what’s your name?’’ asked the ghoulish looking pony.

    “Oh, I’m Draco, Draco Ryudo.” He said in a friendly voice, ”What’s your name.”

    A look of uncertainty was brought upon his face as he knew he couldn’t answer Draco’s question. But as he was about to say that he didn’t know, a voice in the back of his head whispered two words to him that seemed to… fit!

      “Phantom, Phantom Reaper.” He said with a sure look in his eye. ”I-I’m sorry I hit you earlier.” The newly named pegasus said with an apologetic tone.

       “Hey don’t worry about it; I’m sure we can both look pretty frightening eh? Draco said with a chuckle. “I mean you look like a walking skeleton, no offence, and I look like a bat-dragon-pony-monster-thing. Or so I’m told hehe.”

       Phantom smiled at this, he had never been insulted in a jokingly way. It was quiet funny to him actually. Then his smile disappeared when Draco asked his next question.

     “So what’s your story Phantom?” He said in a curious tone. Not knowing that he had struck a soft spot of Phantom’s.

       With a sigh the pegasus began to respond. “Well it’s not a story for the faint hearted mind you.” But, I digress. “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 said I was a bastard child and whoever I touch would be cursed and I should be raised in a living hell hole for who I killed.”

                   “The orphan mother was such a stupid bitch, that she heeded these words and made my father’s wishes a reality.” While growing up in that hell hole of an orphan home, I was always treated with disgust and distain.” I was always beaten by everypony day in and day out, most times I fall asleep because of a concussion I got that day.” I hated it, I hated them, I hated everypony and they hated me.” Phantom continued, “I embraced that hatred, I embraced the pain and sorrow believing that that’s all I could feel, I started to feel stronger than I ever thought imaginable.” And it felt great! I felt like I could lift anything and I was fast as ever, my thoughts were always about bloodshed and murder,” And soon I started to fight back against the offenders.” It started with ambushes against the other orphans and setting up traps like pit falls and letting loose starved street cats in their bedrooms.” Phantom’s expression darkened.

            “But then the thoughts of murder and blood ran rampant in my mind,It changed me and made me want to kill every last one of those wretched ponies for ruining my life and making me feel so much pain and sorrow, it took control of me and made me start to hurt the orphans in way they wouldn’t recover.” Broken bones, flesh wounds, and …Death.” At the age of six, I had took another life of a fellow orphan when he tried to hurt me when I kicked the knee of his friend in, long story short… it wasn’t pretty.” Phantom said with strained expression showing across his face.

             “After that, I was locked up in the cellar most of the time. I grew accustom to the darkness and played with spider webs and dust bunny’s when I wasn’t out begging for food in town.” Phantom hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I remember this one time I was at the orphanage basement, I was playing with some spider webs when… a bone…claw? Maybe I couldn’t recognize it, formed out of the webs and extended one of its jointed claws towards me and started to glow green before resting it on my forehead.” All the feelings about bloodshed and murder were gone, replaced by thoughts of self-sacrifice, peace, death, and darkness.” But because of that I am able to navigate in the dark extremely well I suppose.”

            “It said to me that I was destine for greatness and gave me two gifts, a shard of some sort of clear diamond which wasn’t for me, The voice said to give it to the one you trust the most and then he said the other gift was the gift of immortality and I didn’t need to eat any more for sustenance, only for pleasure of the taste so I wouldn’t feel hungry and starve.” \Phantom said with a slightly less dark tone at the only memory of kindness he ever received while touching his bag subconsciously were he kept his few posetions.

         “So, if I had anything to show from living there, it’s that.” Phantom completed his story. “And there’s no point in telling you the rest because you know the rest.” He said as he looked back towards Draco

         Draco throughout the story had conflicting emotions about the whole ordeal, between sorrow for the young colt’s torture, to the shock and anger towards the orphan mother and the other orphan’s.

        “Damn, I’m almost sorry for ask’n, but it’s good to let these things out every once and a while.” Said the last Unikronogon looking straight into the pony’s eyes for further effect on his apology.

        “I-its fine, your right though, It does feel good to talk about it.” Phantom said while looking into the fire. “Could you tell me about your own past? I’d like to get to know you better.” He said to Draco unsure if that was the right thing to say to somepony you just met.

     “Well I guess I do owe you that much, seeing you just did tell me a lot about you.” Draco said rubbing the back of his neck.

     “As I was saying.” Draco continued to Phantom. “I guess I owe you as story, and a big one at that.”

            “This is the story of why I came to that estate.” Said Draco with a hint of disgust in his voice at the mention of that place.

             “Four years ago, in the Everfree forest was a prosperous city state of Unikronogokum. A small but powerful citadel like village where my kind, the Unikronogon’s, resided for at least one hundred years before its destruction.” Draco stated with a hint of sorrow in his voice.

              “We were a young race that didn’t live long civilization wise because most of us were too stubborn to follow a leader, but eventually my father Draconus Ryudo, A tall Unikronogon with a dark red coat and a black mane with gold streaks running through it, a long braded tail and average sized wings with dark gold and black scales on his forelegs. He had yellow eyes and a few war scars on his body. He is the chieftain of our city state was able to unite the clans and made a mighty army, said to rival the griffon kingdom in strength to number ratio. Draco stated the last part in a boastful tone. “And with the help of our dragon brethren in the Everfree, we were able to conquer the entire Everfree forest in about five years from the clutches of the Griffon Empire and the Celestial knights that have plagued us for years.”

         “Anyway, my father was a good leader and a great warrior with good tactical prowess, but…” Draco trailed of for a moment. “He was a horrible husband and father, he always beat my mother and he pushed me, my brother, and sister too hard in the arts of killing.” He had plans for each of us.

                    “My eldest brother Dracolus, a well-built Unikronogon with a crimson coat and a short cut chestnut brown mane and a long tail with coffee colored lines in it.” His wings where large, He had dark orang scales that matched his eyes.” He was supposed to be his houscarl and second in command for his amazing brawn and charisma,”

              “ My older sister Dracona, a short (for them) Unikronogon with a dark purple coat and a pine tree green mane with red eyes and scales with average  sized wings.” She was supposed to be his court wizard and Brigadier General for her amazing mastery in magic and outstanding I.Q.”

             “And I was supposed to be his dragon trainer and master of the pack for the non-sapient dragons sense I had a ancient ability to communicate with animals.” Said Draco thinking back. “I think I was the only one to have that ability sense Azourgould, the founder of the Clan of Hunt, but were getting off topic.” Said Draco looking back at an intrigued Phantom.

               “As I was saying, my father was cruel and cold, but the village needed him to lead them so i tolerated his behavior towards me and my siblings.” He did mold us into what he desired though; he made use strong and dependable in our respected fields.” Draco said.

              “He got his uses out of use and he exalted us to very high spots in the Dradric Court. “Life was not bad, nor was it good; it was a boring routine with work, train, study, eat sleep.” Draco droned, bored at the very thought of it.

          “But life changed on that day, my thirteenth birthday.” Draco said with a hint of sadness in his voice. “The day everything went to hell.”

Flashback four years ago

         Draco sat in his dragon cave meditating with the pack of dragons he was training, “These will be my finest pack yet.” Draco thought to himself while looking over the three dragon pups before him.

        The first dragon, Felious was a green wind dragon with two straight horns jutting out in front of his head, with triangle shaped snout plate going up to his eyes and the turning a tenth of the size to cover the rest of the body, with golden eyes and golden short curled claws and a long tail with two gold colored scale blade running along the length of it. he had massive wings with small horns on the jointed parts of them. He had a kite shield shaped breast plate and spiked shoulder plates made all of his scale, powerful hind legs for taking off on a moment’s notice.

          The second dragon, Electrose, was a tall blue lighting dragon with white streaks going through the blue scales; he had a myriad of horns all over his body. With four spiky lightning bolt shaped horns on his head angled back from his front his body set was more ridged and sharp than the wind dragon next to him as was his scales, he had a spine horns sticking out of is back going to the end of his tail with long narrow wings meant for speed and agility. His scales were like sharp threads going along his entire body all pushed back for speed. He was the fasted of the pack without a doubt, but was not the most gifted endurance; he had long lightning bolt shaped white claws and fangs with a forked tongue like all lightning dragons do

           The third, Dionma, was the smallest but most agile of the group, she was a purple poison dragon with black cloud shaped blotches on her scales she had two medium sized curled horns on her head, she had small diamond shaped scales that had little poison barring spikes in the middle, she had long fangs and curved wings for slow but steady flight so when flying over the battle field she can blow a large amount of poison gas evenly above her enemys. She had red eyes and matching curved claws.

      She was by far the hardest to tame, seeing her kind are so rare there aren’t any notes on taming them, “In tell now.” Draco thought to himself proud of his work.

       He was interrupted by a voice behind him “Lord Draco, Lord Draconus wishes an audience with you in the garrison at once! Said the guard, panting a little from flying so fast to the dragon cave.

          “Alright what’s the emergency?” Draco questioned the guard. “My dragons aren’t ready to go to battle yet so if that’s the case then I have no need to go.” He said a little annoyed by his father’s war lust.

           “That’s just it.” Said the guard. “An army marches against us! And were going to need your dragons, we’ve counted about ten thousand Strange wolf pony hybrid things marching on us not counting their war machines!”

         Draco eyes widened at this “WHAT ten thousand! are you certain iv never heard of an army of such a caliber before! And wolf ponies? I’ve never heard of them before.” Draco said in an astounded voice.

        “Yes my lord, please we must hurry to the village with fervor.” Said the guard motioning for Draco and his dragons to follow.

        “But they’re too young to fight yet I just got her first nest of eggs, they need more time to mature.” Said a distraught Draco.

          “We have no choice Lord Draco, they must fight or were doomed! Argued the guard trying to get him to follow>

         Draco paused for a moment and looked at his pack of dragon and the closed his eyes and entered there minds to tell them what must be done

Mind link

Felious, Dionma, and Electrose all looked at Draco like he had grown a second head

         “So the time has come already, Alright I will fight with you Draco, for all you have done for me I think I owe you my life.” Stated Felious bravely accepting his fate whatever it may be.

         “Ha stop trying to be so cool Felious; I’ll go to if he’s going I can’t let him out do me. Said Electrose loud as ever even when facing a life threatening challenge.

         “I will kill them in mass with my poisons, if it means keeping you three safe.“ Said Dionma.

         Draco was surprised with their maturity and willingness to fight for him. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this.” Draco said worried about his students.

           “I will not idly sit back and watch my master and his brethren fight and die without doing something about it Draco.” Felious said. “No matter the cost.”

          “I agree with him, I wont sit back and watch these things kill your brethren.” Said Dionma in a certain voice.

           “Hmm small chance of success, no certain reward or outcome, and high possibility of death. Well… what are we waiting for?” Said Electrose.

       Draco sighed and smirked at his student’s bravery. “Well then if you are sure you want to do this, lets go.

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        The guard watched as Draco just sat there with his eyes closed, as did his dragons. “What is he doing!” thought the guard. “We need to go now!”

        Just as he finished that thought Draco and the dragon’s eyes shot open and Draco spoke. “Let’s go.”

            As they flew towards the village the guard briefed Draco on the situation, it was pretty bad, an unknown army of ten thousand wolfpony hybrids with seventy five timber wolf titans and five thousand griffon mercenaries barring five hundred of their trademark airships mounted with Ballista’s, Catapults, and Harpoons. All against five hundred Unikronogon’s and seven full grow dragons of each base element wind, fire, water, lightning, earth, wood, and sand. And one hundred of the Buffalo that were patrolling the area and decided to follow the army and came to aid us seeing were allies, and Draco and his dragons.

               “Seventy five Timber Wolf Titans that would require all the timber wolves in the Everfree!” Draco exclaimed not believing somepony would use this much for against his kin.

      “I know I can’t believe it either but we’ll have to fight them nonetheless, they’re threatening our home and people and I will fight to the end to stop them.” Said the guard with a determined look in his eyes.

        Draco nodded in agreement and looked forward to see the villages twenty five feet high, two feet thick European style triangular walls were in sight with the massive foot thick Everfree oak doors with iron beams thinking its defense open up for them to run though and get to the Garrison at the right corner of the village.

         They ran past the small amount of stone houses and the statues of past heroes and warriors made of obsidian and gold, and arrived at the village Garrison, although it was more like a small keep attached to the right corner tower of the wall.

         Draco told his dragons to stay put until he came back. And the two went inside to find a large table with his father Draconus and his two elder siblings looking over a map with two other clan heads, the Buffalo chieftain, and Draconus’s advisors.

            They were auguring over what tactics they should use against their foes and how to us them.

           “With all due respect Thunderhooves.” Said Rezeldu the clan head of the Sword. “I think that tactic will be ineffective in the wooded areas; there simply isn’t enough room to do that maneuver.

           “Well then what do you porpoise?” I don’t see you making any suggestions.” Said the Chieftain of the Buffalo not liking the situation one bit.

           “How about we use the old castle south of here as our first line of defense, And when it crumbles to the point where we can’t use it we fall back to our second line of defense. The lonely mountain keep, Helms Deep, which we found a few years back but never put it to use. This is where we will hold out until reinforcements from Equestria and the Dragnor mountains arrive, and if all else fails we will fall back here and fight them to the last!” said Dracona trying to save her people from certain doom that was this new nameless army.

              “That might work Dracona, we will commence with occupying these strategic points right away.” Commanded Draconus. “Is there anything else that needs to be said? No, then this meeting is adjourned.

              Seeing that they were done talking the guard spoke up. “My Lords, I have brought Lord Draco to you, per your request.” Said the guard while saluting.

            “Thank you Captain Bhalif, you are dismissed and will be briefed shortly by Colonel Brawn.” Said Draco’s father.

            “Yes my lord.” Said the Captain before leaving to scramble his solders for occupation of the midnight castle.

         Draco sat at the table with his family and waited for his father to start telling him what his role is to play in this conflict.

          “Draco,” his father started. “How capable is your current dragon pack? And do you think you can lead them to battle at helms deep?” But before Draco could respond, Draconus put up his hoof signaling for silence. “I know that you care deeply for this pack, and that they are too young to fight yet,” He stated. “That’s why they will be used to kill the vermin safely by flying high and doing poison drops and dropping derbies on the enemy masses once they’re in the mountain curve.”

      Draco thought for a moment and spoke. “Personally I think they are more than capable of this task, they are the best pack I’ve had the honor of teaching. They’re like children to me and I’m only thirteen.” Draco said honestly. “And I couldn’t be prouder of them.”

         Dracona and Dracolus smiled at this and his father nodded in approval at his son’s early maturity. “Well then, little brother.” Said Dracona. “You better get them to Helms Deep as soon as possible and get that poison dragon to start filling barrels with that vapor of hers to use against the enemy, she is one of the most important aspects in my strategies and is a key role in victory.”

          “Go Draco.” Said Dracolus. “I trust you to get this done and help save us all, all our fates are riding on that dragon of yours.” He stated while saluting, which Draco returned and began to leave.

        “See you at the front son.” Draconus said while leaving to the armory.

Chapter Three

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Chapter Four

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