I have been living on this mountain in exile for over a thousand years. Everyday, I wish for my fellow dragons to stop their relations with the Alicorns, who will bring about the ire of the creators. These equines have denounced the Elder Tongue; a language of Power, Gratitude, and War.

I have had a mate. I have had children. I watched them grow into fine dragons and return to T'Rell-Vadriz; the "Land of Glittering Scales."

Now, I have a chance to right the wrongs of my kin and help them fall in favor with the creators again. And it shall be done, even if I have to become a Piece for a blaspheming Alicorn.

Which would you like first; the insult of the injury?

[Takes place 20,000 years before the current Chess Game of the Gods universe.]