Project DracoBreaf

As the dragons hot fire came closer and closer to me, I had anticipated the most absolutely painful death, burning all around my skin. I had expected to scream in agony, as I would've slowly, but surely, burned to death. While I did end up screaming, something was missing.

There was a severe lack of pain. Almost none, as a matter of fact. What I expected to get from all these dragons breathing fire at me, I never got. I hadn't realized this until after they stopped breathing fire at me, to which I continued to scream for at least a couple more seconds.

One of the dragons, surprised by this, exclaimed "What!? He ain't burnin' up!"

Another dragon, almost enraged by the realization, added "Oh my Lord! Seriously! What the hell does he have, a coat of flame retardant??"

Eventually, I slowly uncovered myself from under my dragon wings, looking around to really take a good look at the dragons around me. Each of them gave of a very angry look, with a red dragon, apparently leading the pack, giving me this glare. Clearly, all these dragons hated me with a passion, but this one in particular...

"What's... happening?" I asked, incredibly confused about the situation.

Out of nowhere, the red dragon told every other dragon "Wait, I got an idea!" before proceeding to group up with the other dragons, as if they were making a plan in a hoofball game. They whispered about something... I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Whatever they were planning to do with me, I was not looking forward to.

Soon after, the red dragon turned to me, and started asking "Alright, dude. You uh... know a 'Spike' around here?"

Confused, I replied with "Wait a minute, Spike? What are you-"

"You know what? Never mind," The red dragon interrupted, "What are ya doin' here, anyway?"

I didn't know what to say. These dragons were rationalizing with me? Dragons, the same creatures known to eat ponies whole, asking questions? Still, I had to some up with something. But what? Just then, I remembered the thing I came here for.

"So all across the land, you've been attacking innocent ponies. I wonder, how come?"

A brown, fatty dragon to my right said "Hey! He's spying on us!"

Swiftly, I responded with "Nah, man. Just, bear with me. I don't wanna cause any more trouble."

The red dragon reluctantly agreed to answer my question. "Innocent ponies? What are ya, stupid? They keep takin' our food!"

Through my research on dragons, I immediately assumed "...The gems?"

"Wha- How- Yes! Of course it's the freaking gems!" a green, slim dragon to my left yelled out.

The red dragon butted in, saying "And it wouldn't be so bad if they wanted 'em as food too, right? Well, no! They use 'em for their stupid, dinky little decorations! They're puttin' us in danger... for nothin'!"

Of course, ponies don't usually trust the dragons and whatever they say. But something in my gut told me this dragon, right here, was telling the truth. I did notice quite a lot of the expensive decor in Canterlot was made of, what else, gems. You could buy a gem necklace from the store for cheap because of just how abundant these gems were. Turns out, the reason these dragons even survived at all was because these gems were so common; common enough, in fact, to supply a group of large dragons, each one the size of a skyscraper. Now, thanks to us ponies, their food supply was running low. And they were mad.

"Oh my Celestia..." I said, just now realizing the problem, before quickly flying away from the group of dragons.

"Where the hell ya goin'?" was the last thing I heard before I took off as fast as I could. I just kept flying, and flying, and flying, never stopping until I got to the balcony I came from earlier that day.

As I landed, I went inside to look around for Princess Celestia. "Your Highness!" I called out, before searching a bit of the castle for her.

It took a little while, but eventually, I found the Princess signing papers at a desk. One by one, she was going through each and every one of them, with maybe an occasional VETO stamp on a paper she didn't agree with. I didn't want to disturb her, but at the same time...

"Princess Celestia? Are you busy?" I quietly asked.

"Hmm? Oh, you're back! Have you got any information on the dragons?" Princess Celestia replied, expecting me to have gotten valuable information.

"...That's what I want to talk to you about. The information I got. Do you got time?"

Princess Celestia, briefly looking down at her papers, looked at me and said "Well, I'm kind of busy at the moment. I'll let you know when I'm ready, though."

"Alright, your majesty." I said as I started walking away. Just then, I realized two things; I didn't have a place to sleep, and a family reunion happened to be tomorrow evening. My parents were going to be there, my grandparents were going to be there, my cousins were going to be there, everyone was reuniting for this special occasion. For a while, I had been looking forward to this family reunion. How I forgot about this event, I had no idea.

But perhaps maybe I could tell the Princess about it when she was free. After all, I imagine it'd be rude to interrupt her during potentially important work. I continued to walk on, and I found a hallway filled to the brim with doors. All these doors were next to each other, presumably to provide a resting place for the guards. My guess was correct as a guard walked into one of them, who appeared to be exhausted.

As I walked on, exploring more of this hallway, I noticed a door that had a piece of paper nailed to it. It had words written on it, saying "Reserved for Dracobreaf Sharpfeather"

"Well," I said to myself, "I am pretty tired. Maybe a nap would do me some good."

Placing my scaly hoof on the doorknob clearly optimized for ponies without unicorns, I opened the door to find a fairly basic room. Just a cupboard, dresser, and a basic twin-sized bed. As I went to lay down on the bed, I noticed it was really comfortable. But then I also remembered that if I wanted to keep the bed that way, I'd have to not poke anything with my new spiky hair.

So when I went to lay down, I made sure I laid down on the side of my head, instead of the back, like I usually do. This bed was so comfortable, I wanted to savor just how soft every part of it was. But, of course, I couldn't keep my eyes open very long. I had drifted slowly, but surely into a deep sleep...