Night flying is a b***h sometimes

I have always been known as a night dragon amongst the few that I know. To be honest, I prefer flying during the night; unlike most dragons, I was hatched with a natural ability to navigate with the stars. Of course, I couldn't help that the way that the moonlight's glow and starry nights practically mesmerized me as I flew across the land. A simple pony could have seen me and thought me as some form of shooting star, with the moon reflecting off my white luminescent scales. Now, there were some side effects about flying at night; like when my own night vision fails to see the mountain that I slammed into, or when the only thing that told me where the ground was located was a giant city on said mountain, or the fact that it doesn't have magical healing powers from the pain that I am soon going to experience.

The wind whistled loudly in my ears as my decent towards the city increased in speed. All I remember is the mountain just appearing out of nowhere, and now I was falling head first to the streets below. Flapping my aching wings, I had managed to, somewhat, roll to the side as my body made contact with the first building. Immediately, I felt something in my left wing break as I smashed the roof of whatever building I hit. The world became a blur as I started summersaulting farther down, bouncing against the walls in a very painful horror ride; until something struck me across the head, causing me to lose consciousness as I fell the rest of the way down.

As I lay on the ground, slipping in and out of consciousness, I couldn't help but notice ponies decked out in armor sprinting towards me. Some were calling for medical aid, other for the princesses, but most were calling for some way to chain me down. At that point in time I should have been trying to escape, however, as I slowly started to pass out for the third time, I noticed to regal ponies galloping towards me.

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With a long groan; I opened my eyes to the mid afternoon sun beating down on my scales, causing me to enter a form of bliss as I basked in the heat. The sail on my back arched as tried to bring in more sunlight.That is until the pain from last night's tumble came at me like a train. I knew right away that several things were broken; mainly my left wing and a few ribs, and that my head wouldn't stop throbbing. A quick inspection of my form revealed several scrapes and missing scales. Great, regrowing scales was a more uncomfortable experience then wing growth. Plus side was that my tail was fine. Silver Lining is good, right? Right? Probably not, considering I fell from the top of a mountain. My being alive was silver lining enough.

My thoughts were broken when I heard the sound of horseshoes against concrete drawing near. In front of me, came the pony responsible for the nights that I loved flying in so much. Princess Luna gracefully walked towards me with some sort of goal on her mind, her eyes giving it away as she made eye contact. Most ponies would cower in fear at being in front of a dragon, however, she was not most ponies. As I raised my head up to greet the princess, she made no movement nor showed emotion to her being scared. Of course what's to be afraid of in an injured dragon? She stood in place as I attempted to lift up onto my legs, her face standing firm as she showed no emotion. Her façade quickly crumbled as my legs gave out in their injured state, causing me to crash down to Earth on my side. A look of concern was on her face as she looked me over for anymore injuries; taking extra care in checking the splint that now rested my wing. As she kept looking me over, I felt the throbbing in my skull return as I tried to roll onto my stomach. Much to the displeasure to Princess Luna.

"Please, be still; We only wish to see you properly healed." Her voice was calm and gentle, but I had a feeling that it could change tones very quickly. As I lay there, I couldn't help but notice several guards making there way near us. A sick feeling in my gut told me to watch one in particular, a black stallion that sported a scar over his right eye. His red mane was done up in the Guards traditional Mohawk style in his helmet. His wings were fared up and ready for anything, as if I was going to try something. He spoke in a gruff voice that stated that he was a veteran of many battles.

"Your Highness, I must ask that you stay away from this beast, who knows what it can possibly do to you?" This caused an agitated sigh from the blue mare as she lay a hoof on side. Now, I wasn't one to pry, but something told me that she did not like being told what to do by a guard. So I decided to speak after raising my head.

"Silence guard, must you be reminded of your place?" The soldiers didn't to take to kindly of that, mostly the black one, who raised his spear.

"It speaks."

"Of course I speak, Pegasus, did you think you ponies were the only ones capable of such, Joor Mey? I strongly recommend you lower your weapons and remember who I am. I am Nightwind, and right now I am wishing to speak to your princess here." I turned my towards Princess Luna, who in turn turned towards me after shooing off some guards.

"Nightwind, We wish to propose something to you, if you wish to hear it." I recognized her speech as an ancient for of respect that ponies gave dragons so long ago. Obviously, times have changed.

"Of course, Princess, I shall hear it. Tinvaak; speak what's on your mind." The princess slowly nodded and seemed.. timid, either she wanted me to do something for her or... I wasn't sure.

"Kind dragon, We wish that you stay with us after you are fully healed. There is much that We can learn from you, and you'll be allowed to go where and when you please." As I glanced into her eyes, I noticed something else other than determination; companionship, and after several minutes of thought I decided to give her my answer.

"Of course, Kulaas. I shall accept your offer." Her eyes lit up as I said this, running up to my side and giving me some form of hug. I unexpectedly let out a loud yawn as the warm summer sun beat down on my scales and sail. "If you shall excuse me, I wish to rest and heal. We shall talk again, Princess." Before waiting for a response, I lowered my head and felt the comforting grasp of sleep take me.

Author's Note

OK. First person is a new experience for me, so let me know what you think.

Obviously, the dragons here are being based off the dragons in Skyrim, however, they are unable to use shouts. They can only breath fire and ice.