Forever Cries of Joy and Wrongs
"Where are we going?" Aurora asked. The only female of the adult dragons held her, since she couldn't fly yet.
"Somewhere safe." the first one said, causing the second to frown.
"You ever hear of the Dragon Tribes?" the second asked.
"Yeah, there were the Taloni, and the Firesteads!" Aurora smiled, "They shared all their treasures and things, but disbanded when greed took them all."
"Well, we created our own. The Ponoa." the second said
"Really?" Aurora asked with fascination in her eyes.
"Yes, it means, 'Pony-Raised-Dragons'."
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The flew into a clearing, where several caves could be seen. There were two dragons there, waiting. One was obviously the eldest of them, but not much older, the other looked like he could be older than Aurora's rescuers.
"Good," the eldest said, "You've found her." The eldest looked at Aurora as she took in the beauty of the place. He saw wonder in her eyes, just as he had had at her age. The fascination to know about this place.
"Names Lightning." the one that was older than her rescuers said. He was a black dragon, with yellow spikes and eyes.
"I'm Violet." the female rescuer said. Her scales were a bright yellow, like daisies, her mane and eyes were violet.
"I'm Flame." the other rescuer said. His scales were orange, and he had blue spikes and eyes.
"And I'm Spike." the eldest said with a smile.
"Let me show you to your cave, Aurora." Spike led the younger dragon away from the group, who started talking amongst themselves. "After that, I'll show you around."
Aurora clenched on of her claws together, holding what little her rescuers had allowed her to bring. A teddy bear, a photograph, and a story book. That was all she had time for. All of it in a bag.
"This place is amazing." Aurora said, looking at the puffy white clouds and overall wonderful day.
Finally they came to a cave. Inside was a bed, a bookshelf, and a small kitchen.
"Thank you, Spike." Aurora said, "I haven't been able to be... normal, ever since the war started. This'll be a great change."
"It's no problem." Spike said, "I'll let you settle in. Expect me later."
Forever Cries of Joy and Wrongs
The last egg. She had been the last egg to ever hatch from Celestia's School For Gifted Unicorns. They no longer used dragon eggs, pheonix eggs had taken their place.
She was tortured, for being a dragon. A very young and thin one. Her scales were a light blue, like the sky. She was one of the dragons born with a mane, and it was a light green, as well as her eyes, lighter than the green grass.
Chained, in the basement. It wasn't always like this. She remembered the scarlet unicorn foal, with the black mane, that had hatched her egg. The excited look she had worn, every time she had learned a new spell, every time she accomplished something. Those had been wonderful days.
Her wings, clamped together. Her arms and legs, unmoving from the tightness of them metal, binding them together. Bruises from the torture ran along her entire body. Some wounds remained open, crimson leaking from them. Her face was stained with tears. She slept. She slept from the exhaustion of that day.
She slept so soundly, she did not hear the claws against the ground behind her.
"Kid," one of them shook her, "Kid, get up."
"W-what? Ah!" she said in shock.
"Don't worry, we're here to help." the other said.
"Are you going to take me to the dragons?" she asked.
"No, we're taking you to our cave." the first one had already started breaking her chains.
"Don't worry, you're safe with us." the second said.
"What's your name?" the first asked.
"Aurora."
