Star Gazing -- Chapter 2

"So, that's how that happened..."

"Yes, that is exactly what happened."

"GET BACK HERE, YOU HUSSIE!"

"AAH!"

The library was in a somewhat common state of disarray as the Nocturnal Princess chased the Princess of Magic around the room, destroying bookshelves and tables alike.

"Why, though? I thought you said that the humans were just to be left alone."

"I did, but Baron Shine Shield made a convincing claim that the humans were attacking him, so he used his private army to assault the humans. When his forces were utterly decimated, the E.U.P. Council decided that they were a threat to the state, and declared war.

" The rest was a decision by the council to pay back the money lost, and the nobles are so enamored with them that they fight tooth and hoof to keep them. I haven't even bothered to take them away in years, but I still try to regulate their treatment."

"RAAAAH!"

Princess Luna continued to try and corner the cheeky purple Alicorn, forgetting she had superior magic in her rage-fueled frenzy.

"What's up with her, by the way?" I said, motioning to the offending purple blur flying across the room.

"Twilight?"

"Yeah."

"GET BACK HERE SO I CAN TEACH YOU A LESSON IN FRIENDSHIP!"

"AAAH!"

"Long story short, she earned her wings... sorta."

"...I see."

"LESSON ONE: BITCHES GET STITCHES!"

"NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE!"

"I feel like we should stop them before they start another war between royals."

"Yeah..."

Just as the darker princess managed to grab her foe by the tail with her teeth, both were frozen by an invisible force. I walked over to them, setting them on opposite sides of the room. Purple Smart let out a relieved sigh, while Luna seemed livid. Knowing just how to calm her down, I used my telekinesis to give her flanks a firm squeeze.

Hey, this is all a part of life, kid. Either you learn that as long as you can talk to it it's OK, or you stay a xenophobe forever.

Hey, I'm just sayin'.

The Lunar Princess gasped, blushing slightly. She ruffled her wings as she slowly calmed down.

"Thank you... I needed that," the dark Princess muttered to me.

"Anytime... just ask."

"Did you just..."

"Yes... yes I did."

"What?" the purple one asked.

"I'll tell you when... actually, no. Ask Sun Butt, she'll tell you."

"Huh?"

"Nope. Not here, not around anypony, and certainly not anywhere Spike could walk in and hear."

"Hear what?"

I turned to see a small purple drake walk into the destroyed library. He looked around nonplussed before deciding that it just wasn't worth cleaning.

"Absolutely nothing!" the white pony blurted, cutting off the dark blue one.

For some reason, I felt like I knew that dragon from somewhere, and then it hit me. "Does he remind anypony of Dinokviingah? It's a freakish resemblance..."

"Who?"

"Woah, Star-Swirl!" Celestia said, "Don't you know it's a bad idea to say a dragon's real name in a populated city?"

"Only if that dragon takes it as a challenge."

"What? How could he possibly hear you?" the small drake asked, confusion etched into his scaly face.

"Obviously he could feel my thu'um, my voice. All dragons can taste the thu'um of another dragon, or the voice of one who can speak as they do..."

"Star-Swirl! It has been forbidden for ponies to speak the dragon tongue for over a hundred years! You could've just started a war!" Celestia fumed.

"I'm sorry," the purple one blurted, "but I thought the dragons didn't have a language unique to themselves... Why didn't I know of thi--"

"ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"That's why."

The sky was filled with the sound of massive wing beats, as the sun was blocked from entering the destroyed library by a massive shadow. The beating suddenly stopped seconds before a massive thud was heard, followed by panicked screaming.

"Who dares speak the language of the dovah?!"

The frenzied screaming outside stopped instantly, leaving an eerie silence in its stead.

"WO?!!"

"Drem fah hi, dovah."

A massive eye suddenly filled the window closest to me. The eye was white, with a green iris and slitted black pupils-- very odd for a dragon.

"I know the taste of your su'um, vozahlaas. Your thu'um is known to me... Star-Swirl."

"Dreh Zu'u mindok hi, dovah? Hi fon malmindok..."

"I see you haven't worked on your accent, hefhah."

"Dinokviingah?"

"Nid, Zu'u los ok zeymah, of course it is me!"

"Hmm... you must have gotten fat."

"HA! I missed your humor, vozahlaas. But you realize it is a bad idea to insult a dovah of my size, yes?"

"And you realize that you set yourself up for another fat joke, right?"

"If you were anyone else..."

"I wouldn't have a beard as magnificent as this, I know."

"Oo, vanity do joor," the dragon sighed.

"Excuse me..."

All eyes shifted to the, now uncomfortable, purple wyrmling. Spike shifted his weight from one foot to another, darting his eyes about, never settling on one of us for long.

"Geh, dovah kiir?"

"Uum, who are you exactly?"

"One much like yourself, dovah kiir."

"I say he's your kid. You look too alike to not be related." I said.

"Hmm, perhaps. What color is your dovah yol, dovah kiir?

The small dragon seemed quite confused. Scratching his head, he replied "My what?"

"Drake fyre," replied Luna. "Yol is the drakish word for fire."

"Close enough..." I mumbled.

The dragon grunted and nodded his head. "Indeed, the vozahlaas, immortal, speaks truth. The joor, mortals, have only one word for the raw powers of the verin, elements."

"What? But I thought that the elements were-"

"No, Twilight," Celestia droned, "He means the elements of natural magic; fire, water, earth, air, and aether- or void."

"Aether? What is tha-"

"SPACE!" Luna suddenly shouted.

I face-hoofed and sat in silence, waiting for her to go on her usual rant about space- so when it didn't come, I si-

"Oh, oh, oh I know... wait, wait, I know, I know..."

"DAMMIT, WE KNOW! SPACE!"

She merely giggled and bumped me, smirking at the centuries-old, inside joke between myself and the Royal Pony Sisters. Celestia adopted a misty-eyed smile, while the rest of the group seemed completely confused.

"I feel as if I am on the outside of a joke between friends..."

"Get used to it, bro. We hung out before you were hatched- much back-story, such friendship, many wow."

"You were speed-reading again, weren't you?" the old dragon asked, exasperated.

"I can neither confirm or deny that... but yes."

"Uum..."

All eyes returned to the little dragon, who was now starting to look anxious as opposed to nervous.

"Geh?" the large dragon grunted.

Spike wrung his claws looking at the larger, very similar dragon. "You said perhaps... does that mean that you wouldn't remember giving your mate an egg, and losing it?"

"Dova do not mate for a lifetime, and have many eggs. It is not uncommon for a mother to lose one- for a myriad of reasons."

"That's terrible!" Purple Crazy said, "I thought dragons raised their hatchlings?!"

"Yes- that being the ones that hatch." I tutted.

"Yes, I would have no way of knowing for certain until I saw your fire, and heard your thu'um."

"Oh, well... what should I say? My voice... I don't really say anything when I breathe fire."

"Geh, I shall teach you. Say the words: Yol, fire; Toor, inferno; Shul, sun. These words will set fire to the very water if your thu'um is like mine!"

The small drake sat for a moment, pondering that. "That's it?"

"Geh."

"Okay..." the small drake took a deep breath and shouted, "YOL TOOR SHUL!"

I cast a small barrier around the dragon as he shouted. The small dome became a vibrant green, nearly blinding in it's brightness. As the light died shortly after, I lowered the shield. As a small plume of smoke cleared, it revealed the young dragon, perfectly fine, and a horribly burned wood floor beneath him.

"Ha! I knew it, he's so your kid." I said, smirking at the dragon.

"Geh, it would seem you were right again."

The small dragon looked at the floor beneath him in total amazement, and then to each of us in turn. "Holy SHIT!"

"Spike! Watch your mouth!" the purple mare scolded.

"Fuckin' A!"

"Agreed, 'Fuckin' a' indeed."

"Kick ass!"

"U guise!" the purple mare whined, "Stahp! Plz!"

"Heh, now I remember why I missed you so much; there is always a fun time to be had with you!"

The small group, sans a purple librarian/princess and her dragon brother/assistant/son/room mate/(love interest? ...eew), continued to talk of old tales of revelry, debauchery, and sordid strangeness.

Topics ranged from potpourri to sword types, and everything in-between. Hours were spent between friends (or lovers), and all was pleasant. When it came time for the Cosmic Compadres to switch places, however, the Local Librarian got fed up.

"YOU'VE BEEN HERE FOR SIX HOURS! GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"Gasp! Language, Lord Sparkle Bottom!" I said facetiously.

"Geh, Princess Sparkle is right- it grows late, and my hoard grows cold. Zu'u fen koraav hi zuspein, dii kul," and with that, the great dragon took to the skies.

"I believe my student- and fellow princess- is right, it is time to leave." The two Females of the Firmament stood to leave, followed by me.

"Hey, wait!" said the small dragon, "What about my 'dad'? Will I ever see him again?"

"Well, duh! Of course you will! He just said 'I will see you later, my son,' he will obviously be back."

"Really?"

I smiled and rubbed his head with my telekinesis. "Eeyup."

The dragon smiled and walked up the stairs, likely to his room. The Heavenly Princesses finished saying their goodbyes, and turned back toward me.

"So," I said, looking to the princesses, "mind if I crash with you guys?"

"Of co-"

"No," said the Solar Alicorn, cutting off her lunar sister. "Absolutely not."

"Tia! How can you be so rude to my- our friend we haven't seen in a thousand years?" Luna said, pressing herself into my side. She gave her sister the Classic Luna Pout, and waited for a response.

"Because I said so."

"Oh," I said, smirking like an asshole, "did you mean 'because I don't want you having se-"

"No!" she said, blushing slightly. "No, I don't want you in the castle because..."

"Because...?" I drawled, smirk intensifying.

"Because it needs to be cleaned!"

"Oh really? Because my room is clean..." Luna said, sultrily looking at me.

I let out a small chuckle as the two sisters began to duke it out (thankfully not literally). While the two sisters continued to argue, I was approached by Purple Crazy. Her mane had righted itself, somehow, and the ink on her flank looked as if it were lifted to a piece of paper before it could dry. Clever girl.

"Hey," she said, looking at the floor.

"Hey."

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier..."

"Apology accepted."

"Huh?" she looked up, totally confused. "But I was about thirty seconds from raping you! How can you..."

"Like this;" I replied, "I forgive you."

She gave me a warm smile and nodded her head. "I'll see you later, Star-Swirl."

I smirked as Luna walked over to me, smiling triumphantly. She blew a raspberry at Celestia before charging a spell in her horn. "Catch ya later, G!"

The tell-tale nausea of teleportation hit me before the library faded away, leaving a smiling Twilight and irate Celestia behind.

Author's Note

IT"S HAPPENING AGAIN!!!!!

QUICK! CALL THE POLICE!

*BANG BANG*

Man, that guy was annoying. Seriously, who speaks CAPS LOCK unless they're being a dick?

*Gurgle*

I know right? Oh wait...

*BANG*

Silly double tap...

Please comment, also- I NEED EDITORS!!