Daughter of Sol

After an unknown, but undoubtedly long flight, Celestia had lost consciousness in the grasp of the dragon. Although they had been near the great mountain, the dragon flew in circles, in an attempt to confuse and scare the pony.

After a good while passed, the dragon nosedived toward the mountain.

"The King will just LOVE you, but first you need to be softened up a little," the dragon told the dizzy and confused pony.

The dragon grabbed Celestia's face, covering her eyes, and threw her against a stone wall. She heard the sound of a sliding stone, and then nothing.

It was dark. For a moment Celestia was sure she had met her end. For the first time in her life she couldn't see the hoof in front of her face. For the first time in her life, Sol's light wasn't shining upon her. She panicked.

Her first reaction was to turn her anger toward the evil ground. She stomped and screamed at the vile creature, but nothing came of it.

The hours passed. The days. Celestia had yet to grasp the concept of time, but she had become a master of the art of bordom. After many days in the enclosed dark area, she had run out of insults to spit at the hard stone floor. She was done doing anything. Having not eaten for a few days, she was on the brink of death, though she had no idea what that even meant.

A loud creak.  A portion of the wall began to raise from the ground.

"Are you still alive, little pony?" asked a familiar voice.

She didn't answer. It would be hard for anyone to answer when they'd never drank a drop of water in their entire lives. Celestia was without voice or strength. She was a shell of the loud mouthed ground smiter she had been days before.

"Pretty much what I figured," the voice said.

Celestia didn't try to move. She just let the dragon scoop her up. Was this the end? She was so sure she was already dead, but now she was only confused. Confused and starving.

She had no idea how long they walked through the stone halls. The world felt as if all light had been extinguished, and she was in no condition to even attempt to measure time or distance, so they may have been walking for days. She was absolutely shut off from the entire world.

That is, until they came to the main hall.

The great mountain had been hollowed out, and the top had been torn from it. Celestia was bathed in Sol's light, and a glimmer of hope came with it. She was still in dire need of food and water, but she was able to open her eyes. She wished she hadn't. The king stood before her.

"Great King of the dragons! Mighty ruler of the earth and skies, I bring before you the self proclaimed 'adversary of the dirt', the first known hybrid of horned and winged ponies. She calls herself 'Celestia', and she is a the most entertaining creature I have ever known!" the dragon presented Celestia to the king as if she were some sort of prize.

The room fell silent as the king spread his enormous wings.

"Entertain me," the king demanded.

It took all of her strength, but she was able to speak a few words.

"You....my dream," she said.

The first dragon began to laugh, but was silenced by a growl from the king.

"Dream? What do you speak of? Have you met me before?" asked the king.

Celestia attempted to answer, but had used all of her strength. She passed out before the great dragon King.

"What have you done to her?" the King asked with a seething anger in his voice.

"I thought it'd be best to knock some of the fight out of her. She's been in the chambers for 5 days," the poor foolish dragon answered.

"My guards, bring her food and water. I wish to speak with the pony," the King ordered, to the great confusion of the other dragons.

The King burst into the air, and let out a mighty roar. He swooped down and grabbed the first dragon in his huge claws.

"My old friend, you know all prisoners are to be brought to me immediately," The King said to the dragon as they flew higher into the air.

"I-I'm sorr-"

The king grabbed the dragon by his wings, and snapped them off like twigs. He dropped the screaming dragon . He burst into flames as he made contact with the accursed ground below.

The king returned to his throne room, wanting to talk to the pony as soon as she was able.

Celestia had regained consciousness when her captor had met his explosive end, and was presented with a large bowl of water. She was immediately taken aback when she slowly dipped her hoof into it. She was both confused and utterly amazed at the sensation of feeling  water for the first time.

"What is this magical substance? Is it a means to destroy me? What am I to do with it?" She asked with what little voice she had left.

It was at this moment that Celestia noticed the King watching her. She had thought she had been in another dream when she first saw him, but now she was able to take in the full majesty of the creature before her. The King was more vast than any creature she had seen on this planet thus far, although that wasn't saying much. His red scales and piercing orange eyes filled Celestia with a dread she had never experienced before.

Just for one fleeting moment, she wished that she had died in that dark room. To her, anything was better than being faced with the monster from her nightmare.

"Little pony, have you never seen water before? You are to simply drink it, and your voice shall return to you," the King said in the most nonthreatening tone he could muster, though it was still enough to chill the pony to her core.

She was reluctant at first, but what did she have to lose at this point? She drank the water in one gulp. Even the King was impressed by this.

Her voice returning to her, she immediately berated the King.

"How DARE you harm me? Do you have any idea who I am?" She asked the bemused dragon.

"I know only what has been told to me. You are the "adversary of the dirt', as my foolish guard told me," he answered her.

"I will not speak with the feeble enemy of my father!" She said, showing great courage on the outside, but trembling with fear on the inside.

"Well the dead fool was right about one thing, you are entertaining, but now my patience is wearing thin. How do you know me? Tell me about your dream," the King said, greatly annoying Celestia.

"Why would I tell you anything? You are nothing compared to the majesty of my father!" Celestia continued to defy the beast in front of her.

The King spread his wings, rose his head to the sky, and unleashed a burst of white-hot flames.

"I am King Primitus Ignis, first King of the dragons, keeper of the white flame, ruler of earth and sky, King of the bright lands of the world, nightmare to the equine races!" the King declared, causing every dragon in view to fall to the ground and shake in fear.

"And what does that mean to ME? I am Celestia, the daughter of Sol, the savior of this planet, the protector of the equine races, the first born of the life-giving star, the smiter of your kind, and the conqueror of the ground itself!" she replied, spreading her own impressive wings.

The King was done playing games with the little pony.

"I shall show you what my name should mean to you," he said, alarmingly calm.

The King shot into the air, and took Celestia in his massive claws. With a single flap of his wings, they crossed the border into the dark lands.

Everything had happened so fast, and Celestia had no real time to react before they had traveled a fair distance.

"What are you doing? UNHAND ME!" She demanded.

"I shall, but first you will see what fate awaits all who defy my will."

The King came to a stop, and landed in a pitch-black field. Celestia was pinned to the ground, and was in complete darkness.

"Let it be know that your fall comes at the hooves of your "savior" Celestia, the daughter of Sol, the great enemy and destroyer of the dragons, " the King announced into the darkness.

He unleashed another blast of his monstrous white-hot fire.

For just a moment, Celestia saw them. A village. An entire village, reduced to ash. The flying ponies, the horned ponies, the grounded ponies, the creatures that her father loved so much, reduced to nothing in an instant.

Screams. Screams and nothing. Not even a hint that a village had stood mere seconds ago.

The King again took to the sky.

Celestia was again unable to speak.

"Nothing to say? No remarks about your great power? No threats?" The King began to laugh. A horrible, earsplitting, thunderous laugh.

"Why?" was all she could muster.

"Because you denied me my answers. We shall return to my mountain, and you shall tell me of your dream, or you shall see another village burnt to cinders."

It only took moments for them to make it back to the throne room. The king gently sat Celestia back in the same spot he had plucked her from.

"Now, little pony, you will tell me the dream that you spoke of," the King ordered.

Celestia, just barely holding back tears, complied.

"I heard your voice, oh fearsome King of dragons. You spoke of the destruction of Sol himself,  and I watched as you led an army against him. You and your army were reduced to nothing, but a new dragon was born," explained Celestia, with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"A new dragon? What did he look like?" asked the King, who was genuinely enthralled by the story.

"He was much larger than even you, yet he retained your voice. He was a brilliant cobalt blue, and his eyes matched your own. He died, but along with him Sol was also extinguished," Celestia continued.

The King pondered her words for several minutes.

"I see. I am pleased with this dream, Celestia," Said the King, who took on a much softer tone.

King Primitus Ignis, the King of the earth, flew far above his mountain, displaying a wicked smile.

"All creatures of the earth, despair, for my lineage shall live into eternity, and my children shall rule over you for all time!"

The sky was suddenly filled with thousands of dragons, and they began to chant in unison.

"Our king shall rule eternal! The dragons shall live forever! Long live Primitus! Long live his decedents! Long live his great empire"

The sky began to grow dark as the dragons covered everything.

The King looked down at the terrified pony, still holding that same sickening smile.

"Do you see now 'Daughter of Sol'? We shall live forever, and even Sol himself will fall at our might!"

The king flew above the vast army of dragons, and unleashed his flames. The smoke rose high, and Sol was, at lest temporarily, blocked out.

Celestia did the only thing she could do.

Celestia ran from the mountain, and into the dark lands.