I remembered being human once. I had gone to a convention? before I woke here to see my 'father' Toruk. It took years before we, my siblings and I, rebelled against him and now we are spread across the world. As the natives began hunting us down in the name of their various tribes, I remember us being forced deep into the volcanos and mountains that the dagonspawns guard. Slowly at first, we began a long sleep while waking every once in a while to hear tails of the outside.
It has been centuries or millenia since I have heard from my childern, my dragonspawns, and now I hear the voice of a youngster. Every other day I hear his fears, his hopes and his dreams. Each time he spoke, I would guide him closer to my den. When I hear him prepare to leave though, I knew if he left that I may grow mad. So I directed him and his two friends to me at last.
"Wh-Who are you? How is there a dragon in the mountain, this close to Canterlot!?"
"So there is a town above me hm...what happen to make my dragonspawns leave here, I wonder."